The waves crashed against the stonewall it separated water from the earth. Small amounts of spray would come up and land gently on her face. The moon played and danced on the rippling waves almost like a song that was once lost, but heard only at night. It was cold, the wind. Compared to the heat of the morning and day. Never seeing snow or ice on the grass never to feel the cold grasp that is winter, only downpours of rain.
On this lot there was a curved driveway that passed on the left, by a stone gazebo. It was very grand with also a stone patio trail leading back to the driveway. In it was a fountain with two orange coy fish swimming around. There were matching stone benches on either side of the round fish fountain. Over to the right was the main house a bit of a distance away from it.
The house looked like it had come from Spain itself. It was a peachy tan color on the outside with arches and whites also. It was two stories, on the first a carport connected with a long roofed outer corridor to a single door. The main front had a path leading to it from the drive before the port. Around the back of the house was a stonewall about 5 foot tall. Behind it was a small sized pool and hot tub. There is one table with four chairs around it. From the left of that is some tanning chairs. One is closer to the table then the others. The second floor had two balconies. One is a personal one over looking the city to the North. The other one facing the west and north.
Past the pool area was the garden. It was a patio with stairs leading down the small slope of the hill with amazing arches and designs. Benches and pots of ferns and flowers sitting upon them making it feel livelier, perhaps less lonely. At night as it is now, small lanterns glow and lumminate the walk way to the lakefront. Some fireflies gently fly around the grass areas. Soft glows of light come from the house, and some Rocyo Durcal's - Para Toda la vi plays over the stereo.
The woman that stands is quite tanned, brown bedroom eyes the glisten. Her black hair is tied up in to a fancy bun with a blood red flower on the right side. She wears a black dress the clings to her body till her thighs, there is a cut up the right side and the sleeves fan out with a deep red trim. The top of it sits nicely a small distance from her collarbone and around her shoulders also with a deep read trim. She wears small silver cross earrings; on her neck is a dainty chain with another cross hanging from it. On her wrists she has small sliver loops, all of this jewellery is kept to a perfect shine. Her nails are a well-kept medium length adorned with red nail polish. She wears a decent amount of black eyeliner and mascara with deep almost burgundy lipstick. Her shoes are high heel stilettos red and black, from Stefan's boutique.
She taps and runs her fingers along the stonewall in front of her. The sounds of sirens seeming loud in the night from the city. A tear runs down her cheek and drips off to join the water and it's beauty. She wishes that she, too, could join the water so that she may have some company. A loud roar interrupted the silence and overpowered the waves crashing. Headlights beamed into the back yard before turning and entering the garage. It was a red and white gunslinger in mint shape, convertible version.
A Spaniard came out of the car. He had black hair and tanned skin. He wore black pants with two silver chains hanging down, suspenders holding them up. A deep red shirt with black tie and a silver cross necklace. He was about six foot tall, medium build. His face was shaved but a soul patch remained. His eyebrows were nicely kempt and he had an intimidating look on his face. Some hair was hanging down just above his right eyebrow, though the rest was kept back. He started toward the house, his shiny black oxfords patting against the ground as he walked. He was by the in-ground hot tub when he noticed her by the lakefront. It was two in the morning.
"Luz, what are you doing out here at this time of night?" Came the voice from the man now approaching the senorita.
"Angelo... Why so late?" Luz still faced the water as she asked. Her hand went up to her face and wiped away the remnants of the tear.
"I had matters to deal with, you know this. I told you before I left not to wait." He came up behind and leaned his head on her shoulder and his arms around her waist. She was cold to the touch, it sent goose bumps up his arms and the hairs stand at the back of his neck. "How long have you been out here my love?"
"Only an hour or so..." She knew that she was lying but she did not want Angelo know that she had been waiting over three hours.
"You are freezing. Come on now inside where it is warm." He took her hand and she came along with no fuss. Her feet felt numb and her breasts were sore from the cold.
Before she knew it they were in the bedroom. It was all in tan and warm colors. There was a throw rug at the end of the bed a teak dresser a quite large closet filled with her and his clothing and a dressing screen. Also a double door that lead to the balcony. Off to the left side through a door way was the bathroom that had a vanity with two sinks and three mirrors. There was a tub with jets and a glass shower beside it. White marble floors and a heavily frayed bath mat in front of the bath. They had had many arguments over it, since it was a gift that Luz did not want to part with. Also, there was a pathetic picture of trees and a sun over the toilet. There were red towels hung up by the sink and by the shower, they matched Angelo and Luz's clothing and bedspread.
Luz was staring at the bath mat as Angelo began pouring a bath for them both. Suddenly her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in only her red high-rise satrapy thong and shoes. She let out a gasp as the last of the silky material swished across her ankle. Her nipples perked in the air of the room. A strong hand slowly came up and griped one hard, squeezing and releasing moving in circles to the rhythm of his heart it seemed.
"Angelo.. uhhh.. That hurts..." Luz brought her head back and nuzzled Angelo, kissing his cheek hoping to calm him down. But he continued to grab firmly almost like an anger towards her breast. "Angelo... please stop. Angelo!" She pulled his hand off of her breast.
"Luz please." He pleaded in a raspy voice. He then pushed her forward bending her over the vanity her face inches from the mirror. He brought his hips forward grinding himself against Luz. She tried to get up but he forced a hand down on her back and grunted as he thrusted against her. The bulge in his pants getting harder.
She griped the counter hard as tears ran down her cheeks falling on to the stone under her. The sound of a zipper was heard as Angelo released himself from the confines of his pants. Luz tried to get up but again she was slammed back down. "Don't even try it puta..."
Angelo takes Luz' breast in his left hand and begins to tug on her nipple harshly. She lets out a pain-filled moan as he forces himself inside of her. "Are you going to be a good little whore for me tonight?" Angelo begins to slide his cock deeper into her.
"What the fuck, Angelo? I'm not your personal whore!" Luz cries out, her voice cracking as she does.
"That's exactly what you are!" Angelo slid back slowly, gently, but then slammed callously back in her. He ran his fingers hard across her flesh till her hips and griped the left tight. The right came back high and slapped her ass hard leaving red marks from his fingers.
"Angelo, please, stop.." She let out a pain full grunt followed by a shortened gasp as she stifled her lip.
"You want me to stop? Ok I will stop this." A smile played across his face as he grabbed her from the counter and forced her down onto her knees. "Suck it bitch"
She looked up at him feeling overpowered and, ashamed. There was a sudden pull on her hair forcing her forward so his cock was pushing on her lips. "Please no-" She was suddenly cut off as Angelo slammed his member in to her mouth striking the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water, her breath limited to gasps when he pulled back. She could taste her fluids on him, which made her gag more.
Angelo heard the gagging and pulled out, he looked down at her with a look of disgrace on his face. He started to rub and tug at himself slowly at first then more and more. He looked down at his wife on the floor sobbing and spewed his semen on to her face and hair. He took a deep breath. "See that was not so bad now was it?" His voice was tired but still sounded strong. Luz pushed her self away from him with her feet until she had her back against the wall, the tiles cold on her thighs. "What are you afraid? Pathetic, get washed up." He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Luz picked herself off the ground and walked towards the bath that was filled. But stopped in front of the mirror, she looked her self over. Her face was red and dripping with his cum, light bruises on her thighs and finger tip marks on her one breast. She traced her fingers over her breast. "What happened Angelo" She whispered. Luz remembered when they had first met; he was so nice and so charming. "Maybe even devils can have temporary wings" One foot went in to the bath slowly; the water was hot and steaming. The rest of the body followed with a flowing motion.
The bath was long and enjoyable. She stepped out of the bath after pulling the plug. Water streaming off of her body on to the mat bellow, she took a towel off the hanger wrapping it around her thin body. Her hair smelled of amber and passion fruit. Her body soft and clean, with a faint sent of wild flowers. After being completely dry she walked in to the bedroom that Angelo and her shared. She regretted it so much at this moment. Luz slipped on a red silk teddy and slipped into bed far away from the sleeping Spaniard as she could. A tear ran down her cheek as she fell into deep sleep dreaming for some one to save her.