"You're so beautiful, mi Corazon," he said to Denise. She averts her gaze, fidgeting with her fingers.
Mike approached her and drew her in closer. His hands drew her back and trailed down to her buttocks.
"M-Mike."
"Hmm?" he mused, smirking.
"Stop it," she said as Mike gripped her ass cheeks, and Denise let out a light gasp.
"All right, let's go," he said as he led her out of the room, his hands still on her behind. "F*ck this f*cking pervert," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as she moved uncomfortably. While Mike couldn't help but smirk.
Denise looked down as they walked towards the gate, but Mike gripped her ass harder, causing her to stand up straight. She widened her eyes as they walked towards one of his cars. "F*ck, this car is ridiculously expensive," she muttered.
"Do you like my Bugatti?" he asked, smiling. "What an arrogant f*cker," she retorted. "Oops, sweetie, watch your mouth," he warned her as he opened the door for her. Mike slapped her ass, causing her to yelp and her face was flushed with rage.
Denise quickly turned away as Mike raised his brow.
She then sat down angrily as he closed the door and Mike sat in the driver's seat. She moved to the far end, taking care not to come into contact with him.
"OK, I'll drive now," he said.
"Are you angry, Mi Corazon?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the road, as he placed his hands on her thighs and began moving to her sensitive area.
"Hey, s-stop!" she yelled.
"Hush, sweetie," he mumbled, and she cringed as Mike began to move his hands up and down his thighs. "Ahh M-Mike, we're in the middle of the road, please stop," she begged as he smirked at her.
"Just stay still, sweetie; you don't want us to have an accident, do you?" he smiled at her.
Denise hesitantly nodded as he slipped his panty and gently placed his two fingers inside her tight p*ssy while his other hands drove.
"Not now... ahhh," she moans as he digs his finger deeper. "Ahhh. M-Mike, we'll be there in a few seconds ahhh."
"Relax, sweetie; we'll be there in 20 minutes," he said as he drew out his finger and began to unbuckle his belt.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mike then pulled over to the side of the hallway, lifted her, and sat her on his c*ck as she gasped a little.
He began to move her up and down before grabbing her buttocks and thrusting her.
Denise moans lightly. "Moan for me, mi Corazon," he said quietly as Denise clutched his shoulders and jerked her head back. "Does that feel good?" he asked seductively as she began to heat up and turn red. "S-Stop asking, ahhh just. m-make this quick," she said.
"Oh, so you want me to f*ck you faster but deeper, huh?" he teased.
"You k-know what I mean!" she exclaimed as he tightened his grip on her buttocks and continued thrusting.
"Ahhh sh*t! ah, mi Corazon ahh I'm cumming," he hisses as he begins kissing her neck, and Denise jerks her head back. Before she realize it, he released and slipped out, her underwear slipped back into place.
"Sorry, sweetie. I'm always cravings with you," he apologized as she quickly got up and sat down panting as he fixed himself up and resumed driving.
"Are you sleepy?" he asked, and Denise responded with a nod.
"You can sleep; I'll wake you up later," he said as Denise's eyes began to droop. She drowsily drifted off to sleep.
~Approximately 20 minutes later~
"Mi Corazon?" he gently shook her arms as her lashes fluttered as she awoke.
"Are we there yet?" she asked, and Mike responded with a nod.
"S-sorry, did I sleep too long?" she asked, a little shyly.
"It's okay," he says as he strokes her cheeks. Then they got up and went out.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Anywhere you want, mi Corazon," he said as he looked her in the eyes.
"I-I don't mind at all."
"OK, but you should behave, understand? or your father will be in danger," he said, whispering in her ear. Denise gulped as she stared at him, terrified.
"I-I swear I'll be good!"
"Hmm, good girl," he said, taking her hands in his and walking away.
~
Denise could feel her jaw tightening. "Does this f*cker think he can just take me away and threaten me?" she thought to herself as they walked to a store.
"Go ahead and pick whatever you want, my treat," he instructed.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yes, sweetie. Anything for you," he said with a smirk. Denise then hurriedly grabbed everything she liked while Mike paid for it all.
"Then, where shall my gorgeous sweetheart go next?" he asked while Denise almost gagged hearing what he says.
"Wait a minute, let me use the restroom first," she said as Mike paused for a moment.
"Wait a minute, let me use the restroom first," she said as Mike paused for a moment.
"Fine," he said, "but I'm coming with you."
"There's no need, there are no windows, just guard the door and make sure I don't run," she rolled her eyes as Mike stared at her.
Denise began rushing to the bathroom and Mike followed her behind. "Great, he's like an idiot," She said as she entered the bathroom. She scanned the bathroom until her eyes stopped when she noticed a window.
She rushed to the window. It was not that high, but she wasn't that tall to reach it. Luckily, there was a small stool standing around. She quickly snatched and placed it under the window.
"Denise, hurry up!!"
"Coming!!" she yelled as she hurried climbed up and fell on the grass. She scrambled ont9 her knees. "Sh*t, I need help, but I need to get away first," she mumbled as she quickly ran away from the store far enough.
She quickly stopped and began to frantically panic. "I can't go to the police station, that police officer was one of his men," she said silently as she continued to run until she bumped with some.
"Denise? You're Eesha Denise Colly, right?"