Taught to Love (BDSM)

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Deo Arvanitis

What was I thinking?! What had I done?!

I felt like I was going crazy, that for the first time, blood was running on my veins...

I wanted to keep my word. To wait for two months, until she graduated, to wait for her to loose her virginity with some guy. When all I wanted was to drag her to my playroom and fuck her. I didn't even want someone else to have her besides me.

Control yourself, Deo. - I kept saying to myself.

I cursed myself for stopping here, this would've never happened if I went home like I normally did. But sometimes I just needed to get out of the city and relax at a place where nobody would find me.

I tried to close my eyes but Alice's face was the only thing that came into my mind. Her small lips around my - fuck! In that moment, she was sleeping in the living room.

I couldn't even give her a proper room for her to sleep. Something to cover her body at cold nights... I just threw her to this house.

Now I felt like a monster. I took that girl for pride. To irritate Cyntia Moore and her daughter.

What made me so happy, made me feel childish for ever doing that. For ever taking Alice as my submissive for no specific reason.

Fuck this shit!

...

"Just tell me how much you want this time, Deusa." I said, while I was looking at the pictures of the yatch my sister was intending to buy.

Deusa was and her fianceé were just irresponsible. They waisted money with everything.

Soon she would be married and she would take care of her finances. And she would definitely go broke with that gigolo husband of hers.

"Oh come on, Deo! Don't act like I only come here for money."

"But you only come here for money." I said calmly as I kept looking at the pictures. A black and gold yatch. The inside was made of white leather a complete kitchen. It could accommodate up to 55 guests... extravagances only my sister and Rey could think of.

"When I come here for other reasons, you yell at me. I'm forbidden to talk about you getting a girlfriend-"

"I don't need that."

"The women you hurt, don't count." She said.

"A hundred and fifty million dollars. That's doable." I said.

"I'm serious, Mirela is dead-"

"I'll send you the money you need. Anything else?"

She shook her head in disapproval. "Reynald and I are thinking in having a simple venue." She said. "In the yatch. It would be fun." She smiled.

The thing I loved in my sister was her honest and unique smile. That happened when she thought about Reynald and her wedding. Their on and off relationship broke but also built my sister. They were crazy for each other.