Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

BONDAGE

Angela stole a glance at Antonio, who had his hands tucked in his pockets, watching her with no empathy in his eyes, before she finally followed the hostess into the hotel. The men went into the hotel too, and Antonio was the last person to go in. He kicked his car tire and laughed crazily, scaring even his bodyguards and those of the three other men. He finally went into the hotel room.

Angela sat in the hot tub in the spa section, trying not to shed a single tear anymore. The women taking care of her washed her, gave her an oil massage, treated her hair, and finally put a sexy piece of material on her that looked like something a bride would wear on her wedding night. Well, only if that bride was a slave, she would be wearing a chain collar around her neck like Angela at this point.

“The room is over there, it's the only room in that direction; don't worry, no one will see you, it's very exclusive.” Angela nodded and walked towards the door.

“Hey.” The woman called her in a whisper. Angela turned, the chain making chattering noises.

“Be submissive, and you will make it out alive, and know how to take in torture, good luck.” She whispered and left.

Angela's legs felt so heavy. She drew a deep breath and continued walking. She got to the door, her heart racing like she would collapse at any time. The scenes of her once happy moments with the twins and Jace flooded her mind. With a quivering fist, she knocked on the door.

The door opened. Her eyes almost dropped out of their sockets when she saw the four men naked and waiting with a glass in their hands, waiting for her. Antonio was sitting there, his head tilted back, releasing a cloud of smoke from his mouth and nostrils. He didn't even acknowledge her presence.

“Well, Mr. Antonio, I can now see why she is picked by you despite not being a blonde… you are really good at picking your toys. This is better than any blonde.”

“Whatever, y'all have fun,” Antonio replied dryly.

A tear dropped down Angela's cheeks.

“Come in, sweet thing, we are not going to hurt you, none of us are near the size of the monster that has been digging you, and you are not even a virgin,” Joe chuckled.

“She looks scared… let her be. It excites me that way,” Tyson added.

Angela's feet were stuck to the ground; she tried to move but couldn't.

“I can't move,” she muttered.

“What do you say, sweet thing?” Joe replied, a bit confused.

Angela sobbed and glanced at Antonio, praying he would change his mind.

“I…I..” Antonio stood up and walked towards her. She was a bit relieved and gazed at him searchingly, her face wet with uncontrollable tears.

“I am sorry, Antonio, I prefer the Monteros to this… please… don't…”

Before she could finish, Antonio grabbed her and flung her towards the naked men. They grabbed her like a trophy.

“There you go, be happy you will be free after this, Angela.” He said and turned around, a hand in his pocket clenched tightly and the other one holding his cigarette.

“She is very soft,” Joe chuckled and grabbed her big breasts from her back, his cock pointing into her ass.

“Please be easy on me, Ahhhh!..” He was biting her nipples painfully. The other two were by her sides, rubbing their dicks using her hands.

“Soft Angel, soft palms,” James groaned, and the others laughed.

“Hey, Mr. Antonio, didn't you say you would watch, look over here!” Tyson called out to him.

Antonio turned, and it wasn't like he expected. He expected to enjoy this and finally give that bitch a lesson she deserves, but the scene of her being groped by those men gave him a heart attack. He could literally hear his pulse racing.

He froze, and the cigar in his hand dropped.

Mr. Tyson walked in front of her.

“You can suck, right? Come on, take it in your mouth like a good kitty with your tongue out, or I'll get a gag.”

Angela opened her mouth, her tongue out, coughing and crying.

With swift strides, Antonio stepped out like a flash and gave Tyson an unexpected violent punch, causing him to fall over.

“What the hell…”

Before Joe could finish his sentence, he had his knee on the ground with a hit on the face.

Angela froze at all that, the tears in her eyes were infinite. Before she could say anything, Antonio had pulled her to his chest, his left hand like steel holding her head on his chest so tightly she could barely breathe or struggle to get free.

Mr. Tyson's bodyguards and assistants rushed to help them up, but he pushed them away violently and shamefully stood up to face Antonio, raging with anger.

“You will regret this, mate,” Tyson said, pushing off his servant, who tried to dust his tuxedo.

Antonio smirked, glad he got his intimidating signature smirk, which came more naturally this time than the forced one he gave Angela during their argument.

“I only went easy because I don't share my bitches,” he paused as if he just swallowed a fly, then continued, “She’s an exception… mine only.” His deep voice can never be a joke to any human he directed it to.

The three men and Angela had the same shocked and stunned expression when he made that confession.

“What nonsense, we made a deal!” Gideon barked.

“The deal is off, I will pay three times each, no one will lay a finger on her.”

Hearing that, Angela sobbed in his chest and wrapped her arms around him, her lips shaking as tears rolled down her cheeks.