Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chaz grumbled under his breath as he walked down the half-empty streets of downtown Mayfield. The snowfall, the Christmas decorations, and the merry people that covered the streets pissed him off. Scratch that, it wasn’t the merry people that pissed him off. He hated how joyful and in love everyone looked. An image of Kyra penetrated his mind. A vein throbbed at his temple at the intrusive mental picture. A can lay a few steps away from his brown boots. Chaz swung his leg kicking the can, which bounced off a garland-wrapped lamppost and smacked him square in the stomach. He doubled over from the pain.

            “Fuck,” he grunted.

Nearby mothers hurried their young children away from his vicinity and sneered at him for cursing around small children. Chaz gritted his teeth. He could feel his nice guy façade slipping.

            I need to get my mind off this rejection. Chaz thought.

When the pain in his stomach subsided, he continued walking down Broadway Street until he stood in front of a hotel-looking building. In red neon lights “La Rosa Di Antonia” glared into the winter night sky. He looked at the sign briefly and entered.

            “Welcome to the La Rosa di Antonia!” Several girls greeted, cheerful. “How can we help you?”

            “Is Cherry here?” Chaz asked as if he frequented the bordello.

            “She is. Any particular menu item you’d like?” a woman with dark curly hair voiced. She was dressed in a black and purple dress that reminded Chaz of steampunk in Italy. Her outfit was vastly different from the other women.

Chaz shook his head no.

            “All right. She’ll meet you in room 25,” the steampunk Italian woman said.

Chaz hurried up the stairs to his room. When he entered the room, he recognized the layout. The four-poster bed was placed in the center of the room. To his left was the bathroom complete with shower and freestanding bathtub. To the right was a mini fridge stocked with typical foods used for foreplay. The last time I was here was before I met Kyra and after Lilah. Before the incident.

Chaz was brought out of his thoughts when a slender hand wrapped around his chest from behind.

            “Hi, stranger.”

Chaz removed the hand from his chest and turned to face Cherry. Much like her namesake, the woman’s hair was a cherry red with ocean blue eyes. Chaz didn’t bother taking in much of her attire. He only needed her for one thing. “Don’t talk.” Chaz pinned her to the bed and slammed his lips roughly against Cherry’s. The scent of cheap cinnamon and apples infiltrated Chaz’s nose. It was drastically different from Kyra’s vanilla scent. He bit his inner cheek. He imagined that he wasn’t with Cherry. He wasn’t at a bordello. No, he was with Kyra at a hotel celebrating their engagement. He nipped and kissed Kyra’s neck as he pushed the thin strap of her lingerie off her left shoulder. He brought his knee up to the center of her legs. He ground his leg against her core, causing her to soak her panties. She pawed at his shirt, demanding that he remove it. He obliged her request and quickly removed his clothes. She reached up to remove her clothes, but he ripped them off before she could. He pressed his length against her, her slickness covering the head of his dick.

            “You’re so wet for me,” he snarked. He pushes his dick into her soaked cunt until he’s balls deep inside her. She dug her nails into his back. Her reaction caused him to smirk. His ego boosted knowing he was the one that caused her to feel this pleasure. He wiggled his hips, not wanting to pull out.

            “Ooh fuck, daddy.”

The illusion is ruined. Chaz’s smirk is replaced with a scowl. He hurled himself off the bed and glared at the naked woman on the bed.

            “What’s wrong, baby?” Cherry questioned.

            “Kyra doesn’t have a daddy kink.”

            “What?” Cherry’s eyes looked up at Chaz.

Chaz repeated himself. “Kyra doesn’t have a daddy kink.”

            Cherry pulled the sheets around her body. The dark energy radiated off of Chaz. “I can be whatever and whoever you’d like me to be baby,” she tried to reason.

            Chaz raised his hand and backhanded Cherry. His knuckles made contact with her left cheek. Cherry cried out and held her face where he had struck her.

            “Leave.”

Chaz twisted his head to find the door open and the steampunk Italian woman stood in the entry. “Excuse me,” he pompously spoke.

            “You heard me. I said leave,” the woman enunciated. She stormed further into the room and positioned herself between Chaz and Cherry.

Rage filled Chaz’s body. First, Cherry had ruined his fantasy, and now this bitch was bossing him around. Without a second thought, Chaz raised his hand and backhanded the intruder. “Who the fuck do you think you are to order me around!” he screamed.

            “Antonia!” Cherry cried as she reached for the woman. Antonia brushed Cherry’s worry aside and squared up against Chaz. The defiance in her eyes pissed Chaz off more. He raised his hand again. This time, however, he punched Antonia in the face, ensuring she’d have a black eye.

Antonia fell to the bed and held her face.

With a sudden jolt, Chaz found himself on the floor. He tried to move, but his arms were held behind him. A knee pressed against his lower back. “What the fuck!”

            “Shut up!” a masculine voice growled.

Chaz struggled against the hold on him. The knee in his back pressed harder, pinning him to the maroon carpet.

A man and Cherry checked on Antonia. A gasp escaped Cherry’s mouth as she noticed the bruise that had started to form around Antonia’s eye. The male next to Antonia signaled to the man who pinned Chaz to the floor. Chaz was hauled to his feet and manhandled by the grip the gentleman had on his arms, still pinned behind his back.

            The gentleman tossed Chaz into the snow outside of the bordello. The second gentleman flung Chaz’s clothes at him.

            “Your business is no longer appreciated here. Also, you are no longer welcome to this establishment,” one of the gentlemen said.

            “You can’t do this to me!” Chaz shouted. He yelled a few threats as he struggled to put on his pants. Chaz didn’t need to be caught by the Mayfield police for being naked in public.

The gentlemen blocked the entry into the bordello. Their physiques alone intimidated Chaz. He sneered before he walked away.

            “Signora Antonia, are you okay?” One of the male patrons asked.

Antonia struggled to see him through her injured eye. Her face stung from the assault. The man wrapped one of Antonia’s arms around him and walked her to the kitchen.

            In the kitchen, he set her down on a chair and shouted at the kitchen staff to get a cold steak. The staff, women under the age of eighteen scattered in a panic.

            “I’m fine,” Antonia huffed. She hated having people, especially her employees worry about her.

The male crouched in front of her. “Your right eye is swollen. You’re anything but fine.”

One of the girls handed him a bag of carrots. “Sorry, it’s the first thing I could find.”

The man grabbed the bag and gently placed it on Antonia’s injury. Antonia winced at the sudden cold touch, but it helped lessen the pain.

            “Like I said, I’m fine.” She replaced the man’s hand and held the makeshift ice pack to her face. “How’s Cherry?”

            “I’m okay, Ma’am,” Cherry muttered next to Antonia.

Antonia nodded. Relieved.

            The man cleared his throat. “Signora.” Antonia faced him. For the first time that night, she noticed that the man wore a gray pinstripe suit. In his right breast pocket was a white lily. Behind the lily was a white napkin with a symbol of a wolf. Antonia stiffened as she realized what the wolf represented. In Italy, the wolf represented the myth of Rome being founded by the twins Remus and Romulus who were raised by a she-wolf. The wolf also represented the Remus Mafia Family. The man who stood before her was a member of the Remus Mafia Family.

            “Signora,” the man repeated.

Antonia bit the fear in her chest down. “Yes?”

            “Do you and your ladies have bodyguards or bouncers to keep the riffraff out?”

Antonia shook her head. “No. This is the first time that anything like this happened.”

The man nodded. “I see.” He pulled out a card from his back pocket. “I think you may find it to be in your best interest to…set up an arrangement.” Antonia took the card from the man’s stretched hand. Her own hand shaking as she did so.