One For Three

Chapter 24: Regress time [+18]

Violent chapter with rape !!!!!

POV Pete

We are on the seventh day of the week, days when Porsche, Big and I have to leave the house of the miner family to give way to Arm and Pol in the assistance of the creation of the business of Boss Korn. I await our return to the main house with joy and impatience. Find a familiar environment, in which I feel comfortable, find my little habits and above all...find Boss Kinn. I don't think I've missed him so much in six years. It's strange but ... a feeling of lack and emptiness had begun to settle in me in the middle of the week, to increase as the days go by. It's something that I can't explain yet but that will find its answer later, I think.

I'm packing my suitcase. Porsche finished his but he volunteered to tidy up the room to make it look presentable. We had piled up a lot of stuff for us and the least we could do was to return a room to the state it was in before we came. As I pile up my pajamas I feel strong hands grab me by the hips.

- Porsche, what are you doing...? Are you done tidying up?

I turn my head in his direction. He gives me a broad smile.

- Yes, boss, everything is in order! Looked!

Proud of himself, he holds out his hand to show the room as a whole and I take a quick look.

- Good... but it's not the time to start a sex party...

- And why not? We have the time!

I push him away to continue folding my laundry.

- Yes, maybe, but we've already fucked a lot of times this week, day and night... Just last night, you woke me up twice to do it...

Porsche sticks to me again and whispers in my ear:

- You know that I'm a sex hyperactive and a drug addict of your body...

He kisses my neck before biting it tenderly. I shiver with pleasure and can't suppress a moan.

- Por...Porsche, please...I said no. Not now, okay?

- I understand, don't worry. I just wanted to bite you with my teeth, that's all.

Obviously in a good enough mood not to get angry or have a tantrum, he pulls away from me to stand by my side.

- Do you need help closing your suitcase?

I gladly accept. Porsche activates in seconds, using muscle power to close my suitcase in less time than I need.

- That's it, weak woman.

- What?

Porsche smiles cheekily. So of course I...

- You called me weak woman?

Porsche seems pleased with himself. He nods.

- Yes exactly ... baby...

I blush like a tomato and point a finger in his direction:

- If you don't stop insulting me, I'm really going to take a sex strike...and you know I'm capable of it!

- Oh...don't look offended...being weak gives you the advantage of having people at your service...and that in all areas.

He approaches me without taking his eyes off me. I give him a warning look.

- Porsche...no...don't...don't drive me crazy...

He pushes me onto my bed and gets on top of me. He kisses me and I moan, my body in turmoil.

- You see Pete...you say no but you want me...what do we do then?