Chapter 3

Rafael’s mansion was a grandiose structure of opulence and excess, a testament to his wealth and power. The exterior was a sleek and modern design, with gleaming steel and glass that seemed to shimmer in the light.

But as Natalie stepped inside, she was enveloped in a world of lavish decor and extravagant furnishings. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and marquetry walls seemed to whisper secrets of the elite. The air was heavy with the scent of luxury and corruption, and Natalie felt like a small bird in a gilded cage, trapped in a world she didn't belong in.

As she followed Rafael through the winding halls, she couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind the ornate doors and velvet curtains.

He led her to the kitchen, "you hungry?" He asked much to her surprise

She shook her head in response, dread at the pit of her stomach of what’s about to come.

He laughed manically, “you sure, you might need it”

“I’m fine thank you” she responded

“Suit yourself” he shrug and led her to a room “ take a shower, put on the dress you find and come back, you have five minutes” he ordered

Natalie does as she’s told. In the room she finds a stripper outfit, the Outfit was a daring red and black ensemble, complete with a plunging neckline and a skirt that barely covered her thighs. She knew what that meant. Her heart sank as she realized she was supposed to wear this revealing getup. She felt a surge of humiliation and anger, but she knew she had to push through it. With a deep breath, she began to change into the outfit, her hands shaking with nervousness.

As she finished dressing, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The outfit was even more revealing than she had thought, and she felt like a completely different person. She looked like a seductress, a temptress, not like herself at all.

Natalie took a deep breath and tried to steel herself for what was to come. She knew she had to do this, no matter how humiliating it was. She had to play the part, she needed the money.

With a determined look on her face, she opened the door and sashayed into the room where Rafael was waiting.

His eyes were fixed on her, his gaze burning with a intensity that made Natalie's heart race. He looked her up and down, taking in the revealing outfit, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Wow," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look stunning, Natalie. Just like I expected"

Natalie felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she approached him, her heels clicking on the floor. She knew she had to keep playing the part, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel.

"Thank you," she said, her voice husky, trying to sound seductive.

Their eyes locked, and Natalie felt a spark of electricity run through her body.

“Dance” he commanded

And she started to wriggle her hips back and forth to no music, trying not to think about anything else but the fact that, this, was for a good cause, to save her dying mother, to see her smile again, to create new memories with her, happier ones.

He watched her with intense eyes, his gaze burning with a hunger that made Natalie's skin crawl. She tried to keep her eyes fixed on a point behind him, but she could feel his gaze roaming over her body, lingering on her curves. She felt like a puppet on strings, dancing for his pleasure.

“Look at me” he bellowed

She did. Finding it hard to maintain eye contact, her gaze faltered for a moment, but she forced herself to look back at him, her eyes locking onto his intense stare. She felt like a small animal caught in the gaze of a predator, frozen and helpless.

Rafael’s eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see every secret, every fear, every desperation she had. Natalie felt like she was naked, exposed, and vulnerable. But she couldn't look away, couldn't break the spell that held her captive.

"Good," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You will do exactly as I say, won't you, Natalie?"

She nodded, her eyes still locked on his, her heart racing with fear, "yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His smile grew wider, “come here,”

She moved closer to the cushion where he sat.

“Get on your knees” he ordered, with glint in his eyes.

She complied, fear visibly in her eyes.

He laughed unsympathetically, “quite acting like a baby” he mocked

Natalie nodded, and putting on a brave look, she looked at him intensely.

He smirked, “good girl” he began to play with her hair “I want you to beg me, do you understand?” He said pulling her hair with force.

She squirmed in pain, “yes!yes I do, please let go” she replied, playing his twisted game.

“That’s a good girl,” he let go of her hair. “ what do you do want me to do?” He smirked again, like it was her who asked for this.

“Please kiss me”

“And?”

“Please have sex with me”

He chuckled, “ how clinical. Are you going to ask me to put my penis inside your vagina now?, tell me what you really want Natalie”

“Fuck me” she said, a plaintive note in her voice she had never heard before. “Please fuck me”

He smirked and pulled her up from the ground onto the couch forcefully.

His lips found hers, demanding and possessive and she submitted to him willingly. She could feel her pussy quivered as he pressed himself against her thigh.