Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 23 : « Vegas think I like being Porsche's sex toy?» [+18]

POV Pete

It's Friday It's stormy this morning. Porsche and I don't have classes in the morning, but I can't help getting up early. I'm the first up, as usual. It's a rule now. Porsche wants me to be up before him to cook him breakfast.
I turn to him and am relieved to see him still sound asleep. Totally naked from last night, I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. All the sex toys Porsche bought me are there and we used them all that night.

I moan in pain when I get up. A twinge of muscle tension causes me unpleasant sensations in the buttocks. I glance at Porsche to make sure I haven't woken him. Luckily not...

I walk around the room being careful not to step on the sex toys. I head to the bathroom to take my shower. I close the door behind me and walk over to the wall mirror to look at the state of my body.
By undoing the bandages that surround my hips I see that the bruises from the blows that Porsche gave me are no longer there, unlike my many scars from belt blows.

- They are almost all closed...apart from a few which remain very deep and therefore take longer to heal.

My eyes fall on the traces of leather collars on my neck. Porsche hugged me tight last night...I didn't dare tell him that it hurt me...

My ankles and my wrists are also marked by traces of handcuffs and chains.

- Porsche still has a hold on my body...it's no longer mine...it's his.

I sigh as I approach the sink. I don't know why I feel like washing my hands. So that's what I do, my head in my thoughts.

"Be the master of your life."

I stiffen up when that sentence starts to ring in my head. Vegas told me twice. One when we first saw each other and the second yesterday when we started working on what we need to do as a team.

"Be the master of your life."

I shake my head and splash cold water on myself. I don't want to hear that sentence anymore. Vegas think I like being Porsche's sex toy? I do it for my family and my honor. If I give in to Porsche, at least I'm sure nothing bad will happen. Even if I have to pay a high price for it, that I am a prisoner of Porsche, holder of 500 photos of me naked and in very...

I shake my head and straighten up. I have to hold on. I don't need Vegas to get by. Anyway... what could he do? No one is stronger than Porsche...

I sigh again as I go to the shower. Hot water runs over my skin and I can't help but shiver and breathe deeply. A minute passes before I really start to relax:

- It feels good...

- Can I join you?

I almost jump when I feel Porsche's hands grab me by the hips. My mouth has the reflex to say:

- Daddy...of course you can...

My ass is already sticking out and Porsche is sticking to me.

- Today baby is well?

Despite my pain in the buttocks, I answer obediently:

- Yes Daddy, fine...I...I can please you now if you want!

My heart beats faster when I take the initiative to do pelvic movements on Porsche's cock.

- I think you want me to please you too, huh Baby?

I'm getting hotter and hotter but it's not unpleasant. Porsche responds to my movements of the pelvis by sliding his cock between the slit of my buttocks. I moan.

- Yes Daddy please...Can you take it easy...inside me?

Porsche starts to kiss me and I immediately moan so as not to upset him.