Caught In The Middle

For the family cont

Quinn nervously stood up, smoothing down her dress and feeling the toys inside her very acutely as they buzzed drolly.

“Of course…” Senator Smith drawled, enjoying this moment. “I expect her to lose the dress for this performance.”

“No way!” Quinn blurted out, horrified.

Antonio’s lip lifted in a vicious sneer and his little chuckle was menacing. “Yes, of course…I didn’t expect anything less of you, Senator.” Antonio’s gaze burned into Quinn as she gasped at him. “Lose the dress.” He ordered.

“Please, Antonio…”

His gaze lifted to Matteo, standing like an unemotional rock, his face showing nothing of what he was feeling. “Unzip the dress for her and if she refuses and pulls away rip the bloody thing off her!”

“Yes, sir.” Matteo intoned emotionless and stepped behind Quinn, his eyes momentarily softening in remorse for her as she looked back at him. Senator Smith chuckled amused around his cigar as he licked and sucked on it repulsively.

“Oh, and…” He went to add.

Antonio stopped him with an audible cluck of his tongue. “Be very careful what more you ask for, Senator, I’m not in the best of moods all of a sudden…” His warning was very clear.

Senator Smith grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “No, no…no more demands…I wouldn’t dare. This artistic performance is as far as I go…anything more could constitute inappropriate actions involving a very young woman…” His eyes sparkled creepily as he leered at Quinn.

“Quite right.” Antonio hissed.

“I was just going to ask about the music?”

Quinn watched Matteo grab out his phone and hand it to Quinn. “Choose some music.”

Quinn bit her lip, staving off tears and searched a tune as she felt Matteo flick her hair over her shoulder and unzip her dress. She could hear his breath catch as he realized she was wearing a corset and suspenders, the whole works, perfect for Senator Smith’s perverted gaze to fully enjoy.

He took the phone back as Quinn wiggled out of her dress under the dark watchful gazes of the men in the room and stepped to the side, leaving it on the floor.

“Here, right here…” Senator Smith ordered, pointing to the coffee table. “Move this out of the way, I want her dancing right here in front of me.”

Quinn felt sick and glanced at Antonio as Senator Smith’s bodyguard moved the table. Antonio’s dark gaze burned into her as if daring her to cry and make a fuss, he smirked a little and put his hand into his pocket.

Quinn gasped in a startled breath as the bullets vibing increased inside her. She blinked at Antonio as he leaned back in his chair. This bastard was enjoying this humiliation of her!

She felt her cheeks flame up with the embarrassment as Matteo started the tune and she stepped between the two powerful men, her legs trembling and started to sway her hips awkwardly trying to find her rhythm.

“Just like you do for me, petalo…” Antonio instructed in a deep serious tone.

Quinn’s stomach flipped and she swallowed her tears back hard, hearing the Senator’s gross groans of pleasure at the sight of her moving in front of him.

She bent over, keeping her eyes on Antonia’s and showed her ass to the Senator, moving to the music and shaking her hips.

Senator Smith reached out to grab her ass.

“No touching my property!” Antonio growled like a feral beast. “Unless you want to lose your fingers, Senator.”

The Senator gave a nervous laugh and retracted his hand as Quinn straightened up, feeling a little better in the fact that there would be no touching at least and turned around to face the Senator, cringing at the sight of him getting excited and sweaty, chewing on his cigar like his life depended on it. She saw his eyes drop to the tattoo of Antonio’s name on her skin and he smirked slyly.

She couldn’t wait for this song and dance to end.

The toys inside her were making her crazy and she knew she was getting wet, glad her thong was black and hopefully didn’t show too much, but she didn’t bend over for him again, instead she bent over for Antonio, showing the Senator her cleavage and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out instead.

She heard a small growl come from Antonio and was a little turned on by it, but still glad when the music finally stopped.

She went to grab her dress off the floor but Antonio whipped out a hand and grabbed her wrist, yanking her over and forcing her down on his lap, facing the Senator.

Antonio brushed her hair from the side of her neck and nuzzled his lips to behind her ear making her pant out a little distressed moan hoping he wasn’t going to play with her in front of all these people.

Antonio’s eyes were fixed on the Senator. “Are you happy now, Senator?”

“Very…I’m quite ecstatic to see how much you value your sister.” He chuckled darkly at his intended meaning.

Antonio’s hand came to Quinn’s throat and pressed her back into his chest as his other hand came to her breast. She clamped her thighs closed tight in panic.

“What sister?” Antonio drawled. “I have no sister…this is my assistant and my property, no more than that, Senator…don’t get presumptuous. Now sign the license!” His tone was not to be argued with and Matteo bristled behind him making the threat very real.

Senator Smith waved a hand. “Relax, Mr Ferrante…I meant nothing by it.” He waved his assistant over who had stood quivering over by the door the whole time. “Get the license.”

Antonio looked back at Matteo. “The money…”

Matteo lifted a heavy envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket, opened it to reveal a stack of cash and a photo of a woman with a man in an embrace then handed it over to the Senator. He put it quickly in his pocket. The assistant opened the file and took out a pen and held both out to the Senator who signed the papers. The assistant closed the file and handed it to Matteo.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Antonio…can’t wait for us to talk again.” Senator Smith stood up and gave Quinn a lengthy look over as she sat prone upon Antonio’s lap with his hand still around her throat. “Miss Quinn, have a lovely evening…” His tone was vile as he looked straight at her p***y like he knew what was in there before walking away, followed by his bodyguard and assistant.

Antonio growled in Quinn’s ear. “f**k, I want to f**k you hard, right now!” He lifted his head and looked back at Matteo. “Get out!”

Quinn felt fear slice through her as she heard the door click closed.

Antonio stood up, spun her round to face the seat and pushed her face down into it. She managed to get her forearms under her in time and braced herself against his biting grip on the back of her neck. He grabbed her thong with his other hand and ripped the gusset in two then yanked the bullets out of her and thrust his hard c**k straight into her p***y.

She grunted and gasped at the hard entry, closing her eyes against the sharp sting of pain before he started thrusting like a mad man. He pulled out and thrust his c**k into her ass and she cried out at the intrusion as he thrust a couple of times then pulled out and went back to her p***y.

“I’m gonna make you not be able to sit down for a f*****g week!” He growled in his anger, smacking her ass hard.

Quinn couldn’t even get a breath to speak, her lungs were just working by his thrusts leaving her panting and moaning under him as her eyes rolled back in her head hoping this would be over soon.

She hoped she didn’t come for him, but her body was already starting to betray her as tears formed behind her tightly closed eyes as he continued to thrust back and forth between her holes.

“Stay pure for me, petalo…I’m the only man that ever gets to f**k you!”

Quinn was dropped off Sunday afternoon by Antonio’s driver, Danny and as soon as she closed her front door she collapsed in a heap on the mat. Tears fell like unstoppable rain as she hugged herself and screamed a hoarse voice-cracking emotive scream of vulnerable frustration.

She understood now, she got it. She knew what she was to Antonio. He had said it to Senator Smith on Saturday night.

Property.

That’s all she was to the man she thought she loved, a play thing he could manipulate and make do whatever he wanted. Lucky for her he was a possessive narcissistic control freak otherwise she may just have ended up being tricked out to get that license for his new casino.

She felt worse than dirt and needed a hot shower to burn Antonio’s sadistic touch from her skin. She lurched up to her feet and staggered upstairs to her bedroom and through to the bathroom. She stared in horror at the bruises on her neck.

How the hell was she going to hide those?

It was bad enough trying to hide the bruises on her wrists all the time under arm warmers and long hoodies.

She leaned into the mirror and touched her neck tentatively.

He had been extra cruel after the Senator debacle, like he blamed her for everything. Pissed at the whole premise that Senator Smith had made out like she was a weakness to him, he had taken it out on her right through the night and into early Sunday morning without a break.

She felt sore and tender all over and decided a Radox bath would probably be a better idea…