Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Once I use her the first time, there is no guarantee she’ll come back. There isn’t a surety that she will want what I have to offer. So I stay silent.
“Do you ever think about a different life?” Her question burns through the thick tension that radiates in the car as we weave closer to our destination. To the dungeon. The room I’m about to tie her up in and fuck her until she can’t walk.
“No. I told you. My familia are my brothers, my cosca.” With that, I turn and watch the tree-lined drive inch us to the house. Once the car stops, I exit and reach for her. Moments pass and I wonder if she’s going to request to go home, but she doesn’t. Instead, she slips her hand in mine and joins me on the gravel. Meeting Lorenzo’s gaze, I give him a swift nod. “Thank you, I’ll see you in the morning.”
He’s been my driver for eight years. He’s seen things that would make any grown man shudder, but he’s also had his family mauled by the assholes we’re trying to take down, so his loyalty is with the Morettis and what we can do.
Turning, I tug my new pet toward the door. Inside, I lead her toward the east wing where my suite lies waiting. Every step closer, I wait for her to refuse. I expect her to tell me to stop and take her home. But with each clip of her heels, the tension that stifled me in the car dissipates and she comes to me willingly.
Once we’ve reached the doorway to the room I keep hidden, I unlock it with the small gold key and push it open. With a soft creak, it gapes, begging us to enter and enjoy the delights it has to offer. “After you, mio caro.” Gesturing with my hand, I allow the beauty to enter.
In the silence of the room, she steps tentatively deeper into my world. My fortress of dark pleasures. When you’ve seen the heinous things I have, you need an escape from the consistent, everyday horrors.
This… This is my haven.
“I…” Her voice is raspy, and I wonder if it’s from shock, fear, or desire. Perhaps all three. What an intoxicating feeling.
“Do you want to leave? We can go into the living room.”
She shakes her head. Reaching out, she strokes the leather of my favorite whip. There’s a reverence in her touch. Almost as if the thought of having it mark her has consumed her thoughts.
Her fingers brush over the wood of the cane that lies on the table. It’s a featherlight touch and I can’t stop the thoughts of having her hands on me in the same way. I’m about to say something when she toes off the heels she’s wearing. Leaning down, she scoops them up and pads over to the small dresser where I keep my toys, everything from butt plugs to dildos and clamps. She sets them side by side on the floor and rises to full height, which without her heels is only a mere five-four.
Wordlessly, she unbuttons her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders as she taunts me unknowingly with a striptease that isn’t meant to be erotic, but I find myself rock-hard. There’s no inkling about her movements that shows if she realizes how beautiful, how powerful she is.
When she finally turns to me, she’s dressed in only a pair of sheer blue panties and a bra to match. Her body is curvy, delicious, sexy. Everything about her has my mouth watering to devour her. To taste her sweetness on my tongue, my fingers, and feel her unravel while my cock is buried deep inside her cunt.
She drops to her knees, spreading her legs, with her eyes on the floor before her. My restraint snaps and I close the distance between us. As soon as I step into her line of vision, I crouch down and reach for her chin. Lifting her head so she’s looking directly at me. “You know how to present yourself?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, the words breathy, in a sensual tone. “I told you, I read a lot.” A small, intimate smile passes her lips, then it’s gone. Our eyes are locked for long moments.
“And you’ve never been owned before?”
She shakes her head.
Relief floods me and I nod. Stepping back, I rake my gaze over her body once more before I question, “You’re sure you want this? You’re not going to run away when I hurt you?”
“No, Sir.”
Two words and I’m about to come in my slacks. It’s been too long and the need that courses through my veins has me hungry. Ravenous. Starving for a taste.
“Stand. Go over to the bench, get those beautiful breasts out, bend at the waist, and spread your legs.”
Without response, just a simple nod, she obeys my command. This woman has been born for this life. Her body exudes it.