"Come back to bed,Trinity."
She turned to look at her lover laying in bed waiting on her. Something wasn't right she could feel it. She just didn't know what it was. Spencer looked back to the shore line watching the waves hit the rocks. She could almost relate to how those rocks feel.
"Come on I have to hurry tonight."
"Then go." Was Trinity's quiet reply,"I didn't ask you over here anyways."
"Look you little cock teasing ice queen, your job is to please me whenever I want your cunt. So either come over here and spread your legs or I'll come other there and spread them for you."
"Rob please not tonight. Besides you said you were in a hurry. We can fuck later when you come back."
"I didn't come all the way over here for nothing. I could have stayed home if I wanted to beg to have sex." He advanced on Trinity, but she wasn't afraid she has been through this many times in the past. She knew that she should just get undressed and be ready when he calls to says he coming over to see her. But today she just can't help thinking that something bad is going to happen.
Rob grabbed hold of her arm and swung her around so that she had her back to him. She could feel his cock already hard pressing up against her.
"I know what you're up to, you little bitch. You love it rough. The very thought makes you wet. I'll be rough then." He bent her forward over the table by where she was standing. He bunched her gown up around her hips and ripped off her lacy panties and unmercifully rammed his meat inside her.
Trinity couldn't deny that she loved to be taken like this and Rob was the best at taking her. His hard, forceful thrusts making her cry out almost bringing her to orgasm.
"Come on whore cum for me. Cum for your master!" He took his cock out long enough to slam her back against the wall and wrap her legs around him. Rob wasn't a very fit man, but he was one of the most powerful men in New York. no one dared to cross him and lived to tell about it.
Trinity has been Rob's mistress for three years. No kids. Rob refused to let her get pregnant. He didn't want any "bastard" kids running around. They had met three years ago at a night club opening she was there with her boyfriend, Curtis. Rob had walked up to Trinity and told her to met him at a hotel. He had given her the address and told her not to be late. She remembered the chills that went up and down her spine when she first knocked on that door. He didn't say anything to her. He just opened the door pulled her inside and started undressing her. She knew there was nothing she could do. He's Robert Santiago she kept telling herself over and over as he pushed her to her knees and she gave him his first blow job. Later after he had finished using her body he gave her 500 dollars and told her she was his whore for as long as he wanted her. Trinity had never been a prostitute and she didn't consider herself one now. She liked to think of Rob as her sugar daddy, not her pimp. and besides NOONE crossed Rob. He wanted her so she had no choice but to fuck him whenever he wanted her too. Each time leaving her money and jewelry. Curtis stopped asking questions after the first few times she had come home with the things from Rob. If Curtis knew that she was sleeping around on him he would go insane. Of course when he found out that it was with Robert Santiago he would just run and hide.
Trinity has even had to spend the night at Rob's house with his wife just down the hall. They fucked and he made sure she knew about it. He was louder that night then he had ever been before. Then the morning after they started fighting and he ended up beating her and making her watch as he fucked Trinity and made his wife clean him up with her mouth, once he got done with Trinity. After that,Trinity went home and cried. She tried to break it off with Rob, but he wont let her. He just keeps coming back and she either fucks him or gets beaten and then fucked anyways.
Rob finally finished cumming on her pussy and wiped himself clean on the inside of her thigh."I gotta go, babe. As always that was great." He got dressed and left.
Trinity wiped some of his semen up with her gown and went to shower. Anymore she felt nothing but dirty after Rob fucked her. But at least he says she's the only one besides his wife that he fucks. She didn't believe him. Too many times he has come to Trinity smelling and even tasting like other woman. As horrid as it sounds she knows what his wife tastes like. He fucks his wife when he feels like it, or whenever he wants to punish her. When he's done, he usually comes to Trinity without taking a shower first and makes her clean him. That's how he shows his women their place. Trinity knows her place, but she doesn't like it.
"How can I get away from you?" She asked aloud. "How can I escape you?"
She knew she couldn't leave the state, or even the city. Trinity took care of her elderly mother on a daily basis. Her mother was all Trinity had left. Both of her brothers died early from gang related activity. That's one of the reasons she stayed with Rob. He could protect her from all of that. Protect her mother as well. The gangs that killed her brothers tried to come for them as well. Drug money was missing and they thought Trinity and her mother had it. She was already involved with Rob and just one call and the gang disappeared. Trinity didn't know what happened to them, she didn't want to. She just knew that her mother was safe and if it cost Trinity her body, then that's the cost she'd have to pay to keep her mother protected.
Chapter 2
"Trin? You here?"
"Curtis! What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I got lonely and only you can fix that." He gathered Trinity into his arms. He looked around the bedroom. He could smell the sex that had taken place not long ago. He noted the table with everything knocked off. "What happened to your arms?"
Trinity looked down at her upper arms where Rob had grabbed her bluish marks were visible. Any fool could tell they were finger marks. " Curtis please don't ask me that. I can't answer you." She walked away from him and back to the open window. The waves were still crashing against the rocks. Some how the sight comforted her.
"Do you need money? Is that why you're doing this?"
"Doing this? Doing what?!" She asked getting aggravated at the direction this conversation was taking.
"Selling your body. Prostituting."
"You think I'm a prostitute?" She laughed an empty laugh.
"Aren't you? I just want the truth." He turned her to face him," I love you and because I love you, I haven't pushed. Tonight seeing the look of defeat in your eyes, the bruises, the things from the table knocked down, I have to ask. Why are you doing this?"
"Curtis some things in life you just can't understand. What is going on in my life are things you shouldn't question. You can help me this way. I have to figure this out on my own. Besides you know nothing."
"Nothing?? You call this nothing?" He bent over where the things from the table were on the floor. A music box he had given her two years ago was broken mixed with the other wreckage. " He fucked you right here, didn't he???!"
"Please don't do this."
" I have to. What about the plans we made? After I got out off school we were going to leave this place. Get married, have kids. Start a new life, a better life. Now I don't know."
"What don't you know, Curtis? If you really want to stay with me? The truth is ugly. It's better that you believe I'm a prostitute than you know the truth." She looked him in the eyes," The person I have become is not a person you would approve off. The things I have done you wouldn't like. I'm trapped. I'm trapped in this hell that I helped create. I've looked for an escape. There isn't one. Not if I want to live."
"There's always an escape. You haven't looked hard enough. Apparently I'm not important enough in your life for you to find one."
