Chapter 5 A DIFFERENT KIND OF ASSHOLE.

ASHER – POINT OF VIEW

Cum sticks to my lips and my face. My whole body is shaking. My heart is a talking drum.

Nathaniel staggers backwards and puts his dick away. He wipes the sweat from his face and aims his gun at my head. “Get up.” He snarls.

I force myself to my feet. My whole body is still shaking, and my mouth is sticky. He forced himself on me. He forced me to blow him. He made me do it. He made me. It doesn’t matter if a deranged part of me enjoys it. He forced me.

“Do you understand what will continue to happen?” He demands, and I shake my head, confused.

“I will call you, and you will come, everytime. If I want you on your knees, you get on your knees. If I want you on the bed, you get on the fucking bed. You belong to me. You are my pet. Mine. You said you would do anything to live? This is what it will cost. I am a very dangerous man with dangerous enemies, and friends. You do what I want and I let you be. You tell me no, and I shatter your jaw. Do you fucking understand me?” He snarls, waving his gun in the air.

I don’t understand but I nod still. “Okay.”

“You have a very skilful mouth. If I catch you fucking around, I’ll make you beg for death. You belong to Nathaniel Bianchi. Don’t ever forget that.” He seethes, and I nod

“Yes, I belong to you.”

I don’t want to belong to him, but I want to live, and if this is the price to pay, then I will.

“Stay in your room. Silas will introduce you to the staff. You are never to leave the house. Stay inside every time. Don’t even think of coming to my bedroom unless you are called. Know your place, and your place is on the ground, at my feet, with my dick in you. Now, fuck off.” He scoffs and puts his gun away.

I inhale slowly and make my way to the door. I turn around and whisper, “Can … Can I cook in the … Can I cook in the kitchen sometimes?”

He doesn’t respond with his back to me. When he finally does, he just shrugs, “Maybe, suck my dick nice, and I might let you.”

I scramble out of his bedroom, only to bump into one of the soldiers. I avoid his gaze and make my way to my bedroom. I know they are all looking at me. I know they see what their fucking Boss just did to me. I see the smirk on their face, and I wonder if he does this to everyone. I scoff at the stupid jealousy I feel and rush into my bedroom. The windows are still locked, and I know guards are stationed outside my door.

I don’t try to escape. Instead, I rush into the bathroom and scrub my body raw. Finally alone, I reach for my swollen dick and close my eyes. I lean against the wall and run my hands over it, pressing the tip painfully. I groan softly as I remember the fullness of his dick in my mouth. I gasp as I start to cum, shooting my load all over my body.

Shame clings to me in the aftermath. I finish bathing in silence and walk out of the bathroom. I changed into the new set of clothes that Sabina dropped this morning.

Then, I just sit. This wasn’t the life I wanted to live. This wasn’t what I wanted. I was made for greater things, but somehow, this is my life. I graduated from Culinary School just to end up a Chef at a shitty restaurant to an asshole boss, then, to be a sex slave for an insane billionaire. How wonderful.

I stay in my bedroom for the rest of the day. At one point, I fall asleep and wake up to see the sun setting. All I have as a contact to the world is a locked window. I get up and walk to the window, but there is no view of the surroundings, only a view of the sky. I was really in a cage.

“Asher?” I hear knocks on my door, and I walk to it.

I unlock and open it to see Sabina, wearing a very short dress and a warm smile.

“You haven’t had dinner yet. Come on.” She urged, and I nodded, because I know I can’t refuse her. She is the only one who has been nice to me here.

Together, we walk past the guards to the kitchen. I am relieved to find it empty, but concerned when I see the meals I made are finished.

“Oh, Silas and River ate it, the guards, too, that is, after making sure it is not poisoned. It was delicious.” She smiles at me, and I nod, noting that Nathaniel didn’t eat it.

“What does Nathaniel do? He is really rich.” I whisper, then glance around the mansion. Everything screams luxury.

“Oh, Nathan is the Don of the New York Mafia. Think of the La Cosa Nostra, but in New York.” She smiles as she whisks eggs, and I freeze.

“Mafia? Like a criminal?”

“Something like that. He’s not that bad, though. I mean, he’s an asshole, but he is a good guy with a big heart. He takes care of his family. He is very loyal.” She assures me, but I don’t feel comfortable.

I know that if he is truly a Mafia man, then he must have CCTV cameras, so I drop the subject and just fall silent. I watch as she makes toast, then eat it when she is done. I say nothing about how salty and bland it is.

“Oh, I like your tattoo.” She beams, and I frown.

“Tattoos?”

Just then, Nathaniel, Silas and a third man walk in, and my heart skips a beat.

“Look at Asher’s tattoo,” Sabina tells them, and they look at me.

She drags down my shirt to get a clearer look at the P tattooed on my chest. I don’t think much of it, but Nathaniel snarls, and Silas gasps in shock. The third guy mutters something along the line of Petrov.