The Faceless Bachelor

Part Two: Corruption

It was nice, Shiloh thought, not having to sneak out. Now that she was an independent woman of 18—yes, Amber had entered her birth date into the legal documents as a year earlier so that she could inherit everything of her father's—she could come and go as she pleased.

However, it only pleased her to leave her house for one occasion—meeting Pavi. They had been meeting at a hotel once every two days for the past month, and though their meetings were often and lasted entire nights, Shiloh was always filled with an insatiable want to go there.

It had all started a month ago…

"Mi bella," Pavi greeted her as soon as she walked through the hotel room's door. She allowed him to hug her, but she wasn't quite sure how to respond, so she stood there stiffly.

He pulled away, and she could see that he was pouting. "Please, mi bella, what's-uh wrong?"

"I don't know… I just… Is the 'price' for your 'pretend-rape' sex?"

"Mi bella, now why would you-uh think that?"

She flung her arms to either side, gesturing at the room. "We are in a hotel."

"My brother and-uh sister expect a lot of hotel bills from me, anyways. Why not meet their expectations, no?"

Shiloh sighed. "I think, remembering what Amber had in mind for the price of my legal documents, I'm just kind of nervous of the price for not getting raped." She turned and sat on the bed, clenching the edges of the bed with her hands.

"Never trust a Largo, mi bella," he walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her. She was wearing a mini-dress, complete with halter top. Because she didn't want to look like a piece of street-trash, she wore long stocks that came all the way up to her knees and dark slippers.

He nuzzled her leg, and her leg reacted by jumping away from his face. He gave her a rakish grin, and pushed his head forward.

"Pavi!" she cried, jumping back as his breath hit her inner leg.

Pavi didn't stand, but he did lean forward to grab her hand. He was now lying halfway on her leg and half-standing. He pulled her hand to his masked lips and said, "Mi bella, the price isn't as hefty as you would-uh imagine!"

"But…"

"It is just our mouths, si?"

"You mean, oral?"

"Ah-ha, we are not completely innocent!"

Shiloh looked away and blushed. "I… Well… I get all the channels on my television, so…"

"So you've-uh seen porn? What-uh kind? Did you touch yourself?" the questions came in quick succession, as if he were an excited little child instead of a man twenty-some years older than she was.

Her face turned bright red. "Well… there isn't much to do at home, is there?"

"It's a pity I shall-uh not be your first orgasm, but… I-uh assume you are a virgin, si?"

"Of course!"

Pavi smirked again, and Shiloh blushed. Again.

She knocked lightly on the door, and the familiar lilting tone of Pavi's voice came from the other side of the door. "Mi bella, you-uh may come in!"

A small smile played across her face. She turned the knob, and Pavi embraced her tightly, groping her ass as she stumbled through the door.

"Pavi!" she pulled away and laughed. "You're excited tonight!"

"Mi bella, these-uh last two days have been… draining, I need you. Badly." He pulled her to the bed, and with little other indication, he began pulling off her shirt and pulling down her panties. She had taken his advice and worn a black mini-skirt, one he had given to her himself. It made things easier for Pavi, not having to deal with so much cloth—he was used to the Gentern outfits, after all.

She let out small gasps of pleasure as his hands grazed her entrance, gently playing with and flicking her clit. Her favorite part of having sex with Pavi, other than the obvious physical pleasure, was running her fingers through his hair. The first time she did it, he gave her a look that plainly showed most girls weren't allowed to go anywhere near his hair… And then he simply had allowed it.

He dug a finger deep inside her, pulling her forward, and then added a second. She bit her bottom lip and made small gasps. By the end of the night, he would have her screaming—as per usual.

He pulled back, and when she moved to protest, he simply put a finger to his lips in a 'Shh' gesture. He walked to the desk in their hotel room, and opened the desk drawer. He pulled a blindfold out. "Mi bella, I would-uh like to try something… new to you."

"To me, huh?"

Pavi gave her a half-shrug, and she giggled. She sat up, pulling her knees together and folding her hands around her knees demurely. "Well, go on," she said.

"Mi bella, you have-uh become quite the princess," he instructed her to hold the blindfold to her eyes, as he pulled her hair up and then tied the blindfold underneath it, careful not to allow the wig to slide off of her head.

As she sat there, slightly fiddling with her hands, he tied two ropes from each bedpost and then let them hang.

"Do you-uh trust me, mi bella?"

"I… trust you, I'm just anxious," she finally decided on.

He took a pair of handcuffs, and with practiced quickness, cuffed her hands together, leaving just enough room for the ropes to be able to go through the cuffs as well.

"Pavi?" she asked, now worried again, or to use her own word, anxious.

"Shh, mi bella," he whispered, and pushed her onto her back. He straddled her, just as the Genterns did when they didn't want a patient to move, and tied each of the cuffs to one of the ropes. "I'm-uh taking the blindfold off, now," he whispered.

When the blindfold was taken off, Pavi sat back up and began taking off his mask. He had to unclamped each of his facial clamps and slide the mask out of them, one by one. When he was finished, he peeled the mask from his face. He tossed it onto the bedside table.

For a second, she forgot that she was cuffed and restrained, so her hand moved hard against the cuffs and her body jolted up slightly. She fell back against the bed, annoyed with the bondage. Finally, she said, "Kiss me, Pavi."

He had been looking down up until then, waiting for a reaction. He let out a little inquisitive noise.

"Kiss me," she commanded.

The initial look of shock that had played across his face quickly turned into a childish smirk. He leaned his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Awfully demanding of a girl who's-uh tied up, no?"

"If it makes you feel better, consider it a request."

Pavi smirked, and pecked her on the lips, quickly pulling back.

"No, I mean a real kiss, Paviche," she rarely used his real full name, and only when she was either annoyed with him or trying to make him do something.

"Oh?" he smirked, and this time, gave her a deeply passionate kiss, one that Shiloh could practically feel down her throat. His hands wandered across her body, rough against her skin and yet moving fluidly, like liquid.

He tucked his hands into the hem of her miniskirt, and smirked again when she bucked upward towards him.

"Pavi…"

"You don't-uh like the restraints, do you, mi bella?"

"Well, I feel sort of… helpless."

"That is-uh what you are. Helpless. And that's-uh the way the Pavi likes it," he leaned his face to her inner thigh, and enjoyed the way she moved underneath him. Despite his 'training,' she was still ticklish and therefore, still shifted a lot whenever his hands or face came to her thighs.

She bucked to the left, and he pressed harder against her body, pinning her to the bed. He brought his mouth to her clit, rubbing in quick up-and-down motions with his smooth tongue. He brought his fingers to her opening and began pumping his two middle fingers deep inside her, strong and quick.

"Pavi, I'm…" her voice became high-pitched, frantic. "I'm coming…" she out the last words in a breathy whisper, turning her head to the side and clasping her cuffed hands tighter together. A few seconds later, she let out a high-pitched moan.

Pavi fiddled with his pants button, and with quick ease, pulled his cock out from underneath his boxers and without removing any clothes, placed himself at her entrance.

He stopped leaning on her, and instead, braced his arm against the bed.

"Pavi…" Shiloh whispered. "I think I hear…"

"Shh," Pavi cut her off, barely acknowledging that she heard something. He began pushing in and out of her, rocking both the bed and Shiloh in the same motion.

He was just about to come when the door slammed open.

"What the fuck, Pavi?" Luigi demanded, and at that second, Pavi came inside of Shiloh.

Pavi quickly tucked himself back in his pants and threw a blanket over Shiloh. He began fiddling with the handcuffs.

"Isn't this fucking precious, he even cuffed the bitch to the bed!" Luigi threw his arms wide out in exasperation.

"Luigi, what are you-uh doing here?"

"What the fuck do you mean, 'What am I doing here?' I just heard some tramp on the street mentioning you fucking some piece of jailbait, but no, I didn't fucking care. And then she described the bitch you're fucking, and I got a little fucking curious.

"No, I said, Pavi has a little more fucking sense than that, I said to my fucking self. He wouldn't keep connections to the bitch that Amber specifically did not want to have any fucking bit of the inheritance. He'd keep his distance, maybe kill the bitch. And that's all well and good. A month? Have you been…" he turned to see a crowd of people congregating behind him, watching him intently.

"What the fuck does this look like, a fucking soap opera? Get the fuck back, you fucking vultures!" he pulled out a knife, and the crowd bolted as soon as they saw the glimmering blade.

"Well-uh, Luigi, I suppose I'll-uh come right out and say this," Pavi had been quiet for some time now, allowing his brother to rant. Shiloh, of course, was quiet, out of fear for her life.

He finally found the key to the handcuff and released her. He reached into his pants, and pulled out a small box.

"Mi bella, this is an engagement ring. I-uh want you to accept it," he was kneeled down on the floor in front of the bed.

Shiloh was now wrapped in the sheets. She sat up, just across from Pavi. They heard a low string of curse words come from Luigi, who they promptly ignored. "Isn't this usually in question form?"

"Well... I-uh am an aged man, Shiloh. I-uh can't wait forever, if I-uh am to actually take a wife."

"Are you going to be monogamous?"

"No."

Shiloh stood, making sure the sheets were carefully wrapped around her body. She walked past him and towards her discarded shirt and panties, picked them up, and began shaking them out with the hand that was not holding up her sheets.

"Mi bella, you know-uh the Pavi cannot be monogamous," Pavi pleaded. "You, of course, know I've been-uh sleeping with other women."

"Yes, I knew that," Shiloh muttered, her tone suddenly clinical.

"The Pavi cannot be a monogamous man, mi bella, but-uh he can promise to put your needs ahead of his-uh own, and to be-uh perfectly honest all the-uh time. Genterns… they are just a moment for me, sometimes-uh even a face. But you… The Pavi will make you special."

"Fucking great…" Luigi muttered as Shiloh extended her hand to accept the ring.

***

Pavi wasn't the masculine brother by any means. After all, he stole and wore faces of females, and he did use the "sissy" accent his brother loathed. He even wore makeup on the masks of said girls, and wielded perfume like a weapon!

But Pavi, at least, had the balls to tell his sister that he deliberately went behind her back and dated Shiloh.

Amber listened to everything Pavi had to say, from the 'fake rape' to the month of hotel renting.

"Are you so sure you want to marry her after just a month?"

"Amber, I am-uh thirty-two years old. This is-uh the age we should be when we have-uh children."

"Why her?"

"She's-uh young and trusting…"

"Fuck it, Pavi, are you in love?"

"The Pavi knows no-uh love," Pavi's face became firm.

"Luigi said that you told her that you promised to be honest to her and make her the most important thing in your life. He even said you were pretty truthful with the girl, and she didn't seem to mind the dark side of the truth," when she was relaying what Luigi had told her, she used a condescending mocking tone.

"That is-uh how it happened," he was sitting with his hands folded in his lap, and his gaze was set downward. When he looked down, he could see the shaded, marred face underneath his mask…

"Pavi, seriously. Why her?"

"She was not-uh afraid of me without my mask. Did Luigi-uh tell you I was unmasked the entire time? We were-uh having sex, and she did not-uh flinch when I took my mask off…"

"And you can't fake that," Amber growled out, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Pavi became more and more hopeful. "You could have any Gentern have your child, you know that."

"I-uh know. I want her."

"You've been calling her 'mi bella' a lot. You've never used such terms on any other girl."

"She is-uh my fiancée, it is-uh common to have a pet name for your fiancée."

Amber tapped the desk roughly a few times. "I think you love her."

Pavi was quiet. Amber continued. "Dad loved each of his wives… And then, when they died, he moved on in a year or so and got a new one. Are you going to be so cruel to Shiloh?"

"I do not-uh plan on her death."

"Neither did Dad."

"I would-uh have to experience her death to know-uh what I would do if she died."

"Pavi," she whined out his name. "You're the cooperative one, it's fucking Luigi I'm supposed to have trouble with. Tell your sister the truth."

"I believe-uh I love her, si. Are you-uh pleased now?"

"No. But it'll do. Maybe the wedding will make us look good in the public, anyways. Go away, I'm busy."

When Pavi left, Amber turned her computer screen on and clicked through folders, until she came to the security camera video of Pavi's 'rape.'

She had known all along that Pavi hadn't actually raped the girl. Amber thought he might not, considering Shiloh looked strikingly similar to Pavi's mother, when she was alive and twenty. She hadn't shared the information with Luigi, because she had been curious as to how it would eventually play out. She knew about everything her brothers did, whether they knew it or now.

As if she had beaten her brothers to the head of the company without being the cleverest, most intelligent, and most ruthless of the three.