Desires Of A Druglord Pt 04

"You need to watch yourself with her." Maria stated, Gabriel reading the newspaper near the pool. Maria had brought concerns about Krista to Gabriel, who didn't seem to be as invested as she was.

"She is mine to do with as I please." He took a swig from his black coffee. "Shouldn't you be watching over her?" He asked. It had been three days since she came to his office to try and seduce him. Since then, he's had business to take care of, something that he was hoping to find in the newspaper soon, so the current events of his whores was not at the top of his list of concerns.

"I have. She doesn't leave her room. She's numb, and wastes her time only on her new phone." Maria explained. She wasn't even trying to escape or even contact anyone, she simply stared at the screen. "Please, you must do something." She practically begged.

"I've already sampled her. She's submitted herself already. The deal I have with them is that once I try them, they're free to do as they please." He reminded her. "I have other whores who are willing to please me. Why should I bother with this one?" He kept his end of the bargain. He incentivized and he leaves them be. He's a busy man regardless. Maria was getting angrier by the second with him. "If she chooses do this in her spare time, I'm not going to keep her from it." He finished his coffee, and folded his newspaper, having not found what he was looking for. Standing up to leave for his office, going passed Maria, who chose her next words carefully.

"Si esto sigue así la matará." She warned, unable to look him in the eye, but it was a desperate cry for help on Krista's behalf. Gabriel stopped in his tracks, something echoing in his head as she said that, turning back to her with a glare in his eyes. Maria gathered the courage to face him. "Tienes que hacer algo." She pleaded. Both their eyes mirroring the memory a tragedy that they couldn't recover from. Gabriel clenched his fists, nails digging into his palm.

"Estas segura?" He asked her. Maria nodded, this was the only way she could convince him to help Krista out. He sighed. "Maldita sea." He cursed, taking a moment to think it over. "Esta bien, veré lo que puedo hacer." With that, he left to do something about Krista.

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Krista had remained in her bed, only leaving to relieve herself in the bathroom before returning. She hadn't left even to eat, only taking few bites of the meals Maria brought to her these couple of days, only staying hydrated, and even then, barely. She would find herself turning the screen on and off. Not really using it for anything. When she wasn't doing that, she tried her best to fall asleep, trying to not imagine Gabriel. She had a bit of success, but hated how numb she was becoming to it.

She had thought about calling her family, but chose to not risk it. Not that it mattered. She was sure that Gabriel could have access to that information. Anyway she looked at it, she saw herself losing. What other option did she have? Simply give herself to him, like a good little whore? She wanted to hate the idea, she truly did, but feared that if she gave in, she'd lose her very soul, the very essence that made her...her.

Would it be so bad? She was still too proud to bring herself to that level, she argued. She curled in on herself further. Wanting to simply vanish from this place. She suddenly heard the door open.

"Go away Maria." She wrapped the blanket around herself. "I told you I'm fine." She lied.

"You don't seem like it." Her eyes widened at the voice, sitting herself up in fear and surprise. What was he doing here? And so well dressed? Was he here to fuck her? She didn't think she had it in her to resist him if she tried. Verbally speaking.

"What...ahem." She coughed her response to control herself. "Do you need something?" She asked innocently, screaming at herself inside for becoming such a dumb blonde in his presence.

"I was hoping that you'd join me for dinner tonight, and perhaps to discuss a couple of things." He said it so gently. So genuine, but she knew she had to keep her guard up with him.

"What if I refuse?" She asked, wondering if she even had a choice.

"Then your meal with be brought up here for the night and I'll ask another time." He said. Weighing her options, she figured she might as well get this out of the way if he was going to keep asking. She nodded slowly. "Wonderful, I'll see you soon." He said, exiting her bedroom. She was now nervous and a million questions were running through her head.

She took a deep breath to compose herself, finding herself doing that every time she finished talking to him. She had all day to get ready and think of what she would ask him and prepare for whatever questions he might have. There was a whole closet full of the finest clothing brands for her to use. She preferred to go with something modest for tonight.

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Maria had given them both space after that morning. She figured it would do them both good to think about tonight. As far as she knew, Gabriel had an open schedule today, and things were running smoothly with his business. Whatever happened tonight, she knew that it would be a better alternative to where things were heading now.

The dinner was held in a separate room, usually reserved for more business meetings than anything. A dining table had been put in place that added nicely to the decorum. It was enough to give them an intimate space to discuss. Gabriel had arrived before she had, and took his seat.

He had gone with a grey silver blazer and pants and white shirt underneath, having unbuttoned it a little. He had been busy most of the day, but remembered to make time for this. Maria's words echoing in his head. If she was sure about Krista, he had to do something about it. Other men in his position would have cut their losses in a brutal way. He could have as well. Brutal he was in his business, but he wasn't a savage. Not in matters like these anyway.

Krista inhaled, and exhaled before she entered the room he had told her to meet him. It was dimly lit by candlelight, and appeared cozy. She had gone with a modest black dress and high heels, to hide what she could from his gaze.

They locked eyes for a second or two, before she went forward to sit across from him. They were silent for a moment. Neither doubted that the other appeared nicely, but this was going to be anything but a normal evening. He broke the silence.

"You look lovely this evening." He complimented, she gulped nervously and nodded her head graciously.

"Thank you." She needed to control herself and try to get to the point. "Is there a reason you called me here tonight?" She asked, just then a waiter coming in to serve them both a glass of water.

"I have." He took a sip of the ice cold water. "And its good that you want to get to the point. From what I hear, you've not been eating." He said, ordering for himself, then the waiter turning to her. Her eyes sharpened at his words. She ordered after him, then as the waiter left, she gathered her courage.

"I thought you said I could do what I wanted after you 'sampled' me." She couldn't remember the term he used, but it had been demeaning and objectifying.

"I did, and I fully intend to do so. However, your health is my concern." He said calmly. Too calmly for her to believe. Gone was her lust for him in the moment and the rational part of her brain kicked in.

"It is only your concern because I'll be less fuckable." She grit her teeth in fear and bravery. Such an accusation or even talking to him like that would have gotten horrible for her.

"In some aspects yes." He said honestly. "But like I said, and as you repeated, I've already 'sampled' you. I have other whores who are willing to give themselves to me, so I do not have to fuck you. Why do you think I should care about your health?" He asked her. She thought about it and made a good point. Why would he care? Thus far, he had kept his word on every matter regarding her. A question then popped into her head that she had to ask now.

"Do you dine with your other whores?" She asked point blank, examining his facial features for any reaction. And did they tell a story. He sat back, sighed, looked away briefly, and then back to her.

"No. I don't." There was complete truth to his words as far as she could detect and examine in his actions. Her curiosity was peaked. Now what the hell was she supposed to do with that? Her heart sank. She scoffed and buried her head in her hands in disbelief.

"So what? Should I feel special that I get to dine with the 'master' of the estate?" She said sarcastically. She was pushing it, she knew she was and every chemical in her body was telling her to stop. But the reactor had malfunctioned and any unstable sentence could come out of her now. "Perhaps I should suck his cock to show how thankful I am that I stand out from all the other whores that get to be in his presence." She stood up, having a lot of pent up energy all of a sudden.

Gabriel was sympathetic toward her. Try as he might, he tried his hardest to not be sympathetic to the other women he purchased. But he did try to ease their lives in the estate. When the waiter returned and saw the scene before him, he went ahead to place their food on the table, opened a bottle of red wine to put in new glasses and left immediately.

"Sit down." He spoke with that commanding power again. She did as he said, but more out of spite than obedience. "You have every right to hate me. Nothing I say will be able to console you and even trying to do so will be useless." She reached for the bottle of wine and drank directly from it. He didn't blame her. "But, for what it's worth, your well being is my concern." He said. She looked away from him. He sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. She remained in her seat, but put the bottle down, looking at her dish. Taking a bite from it. With nothing left to say, he began to eat as well.

"Did...Maria tell you?" She avoided eye contact with him. Hating the silence more than anything.

"Yes. She did." He cut into his skirt steak. Contemplating for a moment. "She cares about your health, you know? If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had this discussion with you." She internally scoffed, but sort of believed him. She picked at her rice.

"Did something happen to one of the other girls?" She threw caution to the wind, he nodded.

"Se liberó ella misma." He said, thumb pressing atop his index. As foreign as the words were to her ears, the weight behind them gave her an idea about what might have happened. She wasn't sure if she herself would have gone with that alternative. It made her think, but it was something that clearly racked him with guilt.

"I won't do that." She promised him. He looked back at her with surprise. "I'll find a way out of here." She wanted to change the topic, and offered him a smile. "Even if I have to let you fuck me into giving me my freedom." She sipped from her glass of wine this time. Gabriel looked at her with intrigue now. He chuckled at the thought.

"That'd be one way to earn your freedom." She chuckled at the thought as well. It was silly. Even if she were to become the best fuck he'd ever have why would he give that up? She looked up at him sincerely.

"Is there anyway I can go back home, free?" She asked. It was as close to begging to go home as she was willing to go. "Not now, but is there a possibility?" Now came the root of the issue. Would she resign herself to the life of being a whore, or would she be given a piece of hope to hold onto.

"Yes." He revealed. She held herself, not wanting to believe him just yet.

"You're not lying to me...I know you're not, but do you really mean it?" She asked, her emotions in a state of limbo, not wanting to feel relief and getting ready to be let down.

"I do." He repeated for her sake. Her heart skipped a beat and the weight of the world had left her shoulders. She looked down with a sob of relief. She couldn't believe her luck.

"Thank you." She said sincerely, getting ahold of herself and continuing to eat her dinner. Nothing else needed to be said for now. There were occasional glances between them and Krista could feel herself smiling whenever their eyes met. As she thought before. He wasn't so bad to look at, and his sexual abilities were something else.

Gabriel for his part, was happy. He'd keep to his word. He always did. Perhaps by year's end he'd ask her if she wished to go home. And who knows, she might even say no.

After the meal was over, Krista and Gabriel stood to take their leave. It was an emotional night for them both. Differently for each. He decided to walk her back to her bedroom and bid her goodnight. Krista thought of him differently now. From here one out, she would be able to rather enjoy herself. With the looming threat of permanent residence here being repelled, she found herself not caring how long she stayed.

"Have a goodnight." He said as they stopped just outside her bedroom. He was about to walk off when she reached for his hand and caught his attention. He had talked to her, dined with her, fucked her into oblivion, and practically promised her her freedom. But there was still something about him she needed. One last thing before the night ended.

"You've never said my name." She said so plainly. She did not wish to push her boundaries anymore, but after everything's' that happened, this felt right. She looked into his eyes, her lashes fluttering innocently as her she moved her hand to the side of his face.

"Krista." It came out so naturally. He had known it this whole time. And for some reason, it made her happy. She reached up to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Thank you...Goodnight." She whispered, and entered her room.