He pulled himself out of me very slowly and completely exhausted I fell sideways onto the bed to somehow mentally find my way back into my body, which felt more than drained from this demanding devotion.
"Well then, Ludovica," I heard his dark voice behind me and took off my blindfold at that moment, which took me a moment to get used to the light in this room.
I turned in his direction and was stunned when he stood in front of the bed, fully clothed again, staring at me blankly.
From one second to the next he seemed so far away that I could hardly believe what had just happened.
"See you," he said with a slight grin and was about to turn to the door, but I quickly pulled the red blanket around my body and held him by his arm, whereupon he gave me a warning look. "Don't touch," he said sternly, and I pulled my hand away from him, stunned by his sudden coldness, to look angrily into his cold, blue eyes.
"What about the money?" I demanded and he gave a quick laugh, kissing my cheek gently.
"Bye."
And he was gone as if he had never existed...
"What a bastard!" I cursed in disarray and frantically searched for my panties to quickly put them back on. I glanced at the handcuff on my wrist and realized I didn't even know where he'd put the damn key.
Mad, angry and at the same time somehow totally agitated, I searched the entire bed where, to my relief, I found the small key with which I quickly removed the handcuffs and then turned to my torn dress in frustration.
"I guess I can't wear that anymore," I breathed, considering, and the next moment I ripped the red cover off the blanket to tear two holes at the bottom and pull it over my head like a sack.
I probably looked absolutely ridiculous, but still better than just leaving the room in my panties.
I quickly scurried down the hallway to the stairs when I suddenly felt something wet running down my legs, which made me freeze in an instant. Startled, I pulled the bed sheet forward a little, only to glance at my legs to see that I was bleeding slightly, giving me a shock I didn't see coming.
Tears started to pool in my green eyes and I weakly sat down on the top step of the stairs, letting my face fall into my hands, crying.
Now, here all alone, without his calming ways and without all the arousal, I suddenly felt completely shitty and lonely, at the same time exploited and ashamed and I wish I would never have been around people again...
It must have been a while, because while I sat there crying, men and women kept passing me, all of whom looked at me pityingly and still seemed to be looking forward to their short fuck.
"Ludo?" I then heard Gino's voice and looked at him a few seconds later through my tear-shrouded eyes.
"I hate you," I sobbed, crying, and when he tried to grab my hand, I flailed wildly, but he just wouldn't stop and pulled my arm up so he could hug me tightly.
"I know," he whispered, hugging me tightly to his chest. "That will pass."
"Take me away from here," I whimpered, embarrassed and at the end of my strength, and even knowing that Gino was a stupid asshole, I enjoyed his presence at that moment.
"We're going now," he said sympathetically and carefully picked me up in his arms to carefully walk down the stairs with me. I snuggled my tear-stained face into his strong chest and clutched his shoulders until I noticed the cool air around me and looked around curiously.
We had already arrived at the pitch-dark parking lot and only when we got to his car did he let me down and open the passenger door so that I could quickly sit down in the seat.
"Listen to me," he said, crouching by the door to look up at me sympathetically. "Business is business and believe me I'm not a good guy but I'm going to take you over to our house now so you can rest before we see how things go with you and the debt. Is that okay?"
I just nodded, still crying, and Gino got up to close the door of the car before getting in the driver's side and starting the engine. With the night sky above us and the music loud in my ears, all I could think about was stopping the crying while my mind kept flying to the unknown.
The feelings that he had triggered in me with his touch were at the same time beautiful and yet so painful that they were burned firmly into my mind. I couldn't even remember if I was crying because he had deflowered me or because I was thinking I'd never see him again and never be able to feel it all again.
It all seemed like a dream that threatened to blur more and more.
This was all new and too much for me, that's why I closed my eyes and tried to keep calm while Gino steered the car safely through the dark streets.
"We're here," he tore me out of my rigid state after a while and, absolutely exhausted, my eyes fell on the huge villa, which still seemed so strange to me, even though I'd been here before.
I didn't say anything and played nervously with my fingers and Gino didn't say a word either. He got out, walked around the car and opened the door to give me his hand and help me out.
"Gino?" I tried to get his attention and looked at him questioningly.
"Yes?"
He pushed me on my back to the front door, opened it and then ran ahead of me up the marble stairs.
"Please don't take me there again," I said pleadingly and only got an irritated look from him.
"Have a rest. We'll talk tomorrow," he said at my request and opened the familiar door for me, through which I was back in the room I had been in earlier this afternoon.
"Over there that door is the bathroom."
Gino closed the door and there I was again. Completely alone and not knowing how my life would go on now...