AWAKENING AND LUSTING

For days, it was touch and go for Cassandra. Skirting through the edges of consciousness, she woke and saw her mother smiling down at her. She wanted to talk, she wanted to reach out and touch her mother's face but she couldn't. Her body was too limp to move. It was like that for days.
When finally woke up, she saw a strange woman sitting by her bedside. The room was strange to her too and she tried to recall how she got there. The last thing she remembered was running out of the mansion, towards the gate.

"You are finally awake, sleeping beauty," Adella said casually, ignoring the confused look on Cassandra's face.
Cassandra tried to seat up but pain shot through her like a spare, she gave up and remained lying on the bed. Trying to talk? she realized her throat was too try, she cleared it.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"In my room," the old woman answered, smiling for the first time. Cassandra almost sighed with relief at the thought that she was no longer in Eros' mansion. "To save you the stress, you have been asleep for five days and you are still in Eros Castillo's mansion," the woman spoke again as if she read Cassandra's mind.
An alarm went off in Cassandra's head and she almost broke down in tears. The old woman stood up, went over to the table at the north side of the room, poured a liquid from a jug into two mugs, and carried them back to her.

"You have to take something, you have not had anything since the surgery."

"Surgery?"

Adella didn't answer, she placed the mugs that were producing hot steams on the nightstand, went over, and helped Cassandra up. When Cassandra was seated, she, handed her a mug. The young girl took it without saying anything and just stared inside the creamy coffee. How could she eat when she was still a captive? The thought of still being in the four walls of Eros Castillo's mansion weakened every nerve in her and made her just want to fall back to death. It would have been better if she died from that bullet than being saved to face cruelty from him.

"I had to remove the bullet he put into you."

"Are you the mansion's nurse? Does he do this always? Shooting people at will and bringing them to you to cut open?" Anger and resentment were building inside her and she could take it out on just anyone.

The old woman smiled and sipped her drink without saying anything. Cassandra wondered how she could be so calm in a situation like that—or were they organ harvesters too? She darted her eyes around as if she would see anything if she looked.

"I like you," said the woman as she set the mug on the nightstand, pretending not to notice Cassandra's reaction, a deep scowl. "You remind me so much about myself."

Cassandra held herself from rolling her eyes. Her father would never encourage her to disrespect elders. But she didn't know which was getting on her nerves, the woman or the fact that she was still in the godforsaken mansion of the formidable Eros Castillo.

"Feisty and brave..."

"Do you have a daughter?" Cassandra asked, interrupting the woman.

"I don't..."

"Great, because if you do, you won't be working for this psychotic man. That man is a mess and deserves to be jailed with hard labor. You are aware of what he does with girls, right?"

"I don't know, maybe you should enlighten me."

"Stop playing ignorant with me. How could you work here as a nurse and pretend you don't know what is going on? The girls he shoots and bring them for you to treat, what do you think that is? He is joking around? How many more have died?

Adella shrugged. "You are the first girl he has shot..." The wide glare in Cassandra's eyes made her pause for a while. "And brought for me to treat."

Cassandra chuckled sarcastically. "And that's supposed to make me feel better? I wished you had a daughter who could go through all these and I will see if you will sit there and say that to me."

Adella's expression became serious. She stared at Cassandra for a while. "Don't you ever talk about my dead daughter again, you haven't passed through half of what she passed through, and believe me, I understand what you are saying."

Cassandra saw the tears in her eyes and heard the grief in her voice. She felt terrible that she was the cause of it. She must have dug up memories the poor old woman had tried so hard to bury. She has to do something about this temper of hers. "I am so sorry...I didn't mean..."

The old woman blinked away the tears and stood up. "You will have to stay here with me for a while until you are healed completely. Eros doesn't have to know," she said in a firm voice as she walked into the bathroom.

Cassandra felt so horrible for the way the woman felt. Everyone has a story and hers wasn't even the worst. Why was she even mad at this woman at first? She might be Eros' captive as well and who was her daughter? Did Eros kill her daughter? If he did, why was she still here living happily and trusting the man? What happened? So many unanswered questions ran through her head. Maybe there was more to everything than she knew. She looked towards the bathroom door and realized she didn't even know the name of the woman.





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Eros sat sprawled naked on the couch in the dark room, a slave was kneeling in front of him stroking his flaccid cork. He had noticed that his length was always limp these days, even when he saw a naked woman, even when Dimitra tried to seduce him a few days ago with her smoking hot body. He was easily aroused, especially by Dimitra's body, but since the incident with the girl, he had been limp. Each time he wants to get himself pleasured the humiliating scene plays out in his head and it always makes him lose interest. It infuriates him so much.

This day was one of the days, he sat there and had commanded a slave to suck him out, but his mind was on what he planned to do to that b*tch when she finally woke up. He was going to make her beg him to take her. The slave wrapped her mouth over him and began to bobble her head up and down his shaft, slowly. He sat rigid for a while then he started imagining the slave as Cassandra Lopez. This was how she was going to pleasure him, he would make her suck his shaft as though she was his fan.
With that thought and that imagination, he grabbed the hair of the slave, knotting it tightly around his fingers, and pushed her head down. Gagging, she tried to pull back and catch her breath but Eros didn't allow that, he didn't care. He started pushing himself up hitting her ferociously for a while. His eyes closed and all he could see was that hateful glare from those hazel eyes from a few nights ago. He groaned and released the hair of the slave.

"Now, take it and move faster b*tch," he commanded.

At his command, her tempo increased her head bobbing up and down, sucking him like it was her last duty, the excessive water in her mouth making sloshing sounds as she moved. Eros saw Cassandra's face as the slave's mouth moved up and down his rough hardness. He imagined it was Cassandra, sucking him, going on his cork as if her life depended on it, he held the hair of the slave again, forcing her down on him. She grabbed his thighs to push back, but he was too intense to let her go.
With each move made by the slave, he sees her face and it brings him closer to satisfaction, that feeling of triumph. Imagining Cassandra there on her knees, pleasing him, going fast on him, succumbing to his every command, made his body beg for a release, and in a few minutes, he was ready to let go.

"Now," he growled.

The slave let go as his semen spurt out onto her face and she opened her mouth to take it all in. He kept growling as he released everything.

"B*tch," he muttered. He was still sprawled there on the couch, his head thrown back on the headrest and he shook vigorously.

The slave stood up, took her dress on the floor, and waited for him to come back to reality. When the aftershocks passed and his body had relaxed, she asked, "Will that be all, Don?"

"Get out," he commanded.

The girl left quietly, even though she was not pleased. Their master was a lord both in and out of bed and he was never an easy man to please. He could go over and over without coming. It surprised as well as pleased her that she could bring him to his climax just by giving him a blowjob. She was going to count that as an achievement and the look on his face when she brought him to climax was going to be in her mind's eyes for a long time and would be a good trigger when she touch herself.

Eros laid there, still panting. Never had he wished to have someone so badly that he came just thinking about it. He took in a deep breath. Cassandra Lopez has not seen the last of him yet.