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ISABELLA

I drag a finger along the wall of Alessandro’s secret chamber, the curtains shimmering in luscious deep red, black accents keeping the tone dark, subdued. The motif reminds me of Alessandro; his passion, his fury.

In the center of the room, a round, low bed awaits me.

Straps and chains hang from the ceiling, line the perimeter of the bed, along with other tantalizing devices and harnesses I spot lining the walls. The small shelves to the left twinkle with toys, whips, vibrators.

The effect is instantaneous.

My heart is pounding.

Aless’s presence behind me is still tense, but I don’t look back at him, savoring the anticipation and the thrill of fear that tightens my ass and back muscles. Especially when I hear him slough off his clothing and toss it on the floor.

I want him so badly.

I want him to show me what he wants, what he loves.

After spending a week in constant contact, today was misery not being near him, not making love to him. Still. I control my urge to pounce on him, letting him guide this experience.

Seeing his most inner self, this revelation of his fetish, only draws me further into the depths of his sway.

Keeping my gaze forward I stop at the edge of the bed.

“On your knees. Face down,” he rumbles, and I hesitate, testing the limits of this scenario. In a flash, one powerful vise-gripping hand bites the back of my neck, forcing me down.

I grunt in shock, catching myself and arching my back into the bend.

My ass spreads wide, the cool air tingling on my drenched core.

A quiver ripples through my body as he pulls one hand out, binding me at the wrist, then the other. The straps are loose for now, leaving a bit of play for me to move my arms.

Not that I have a chance to do anything but grip the bed as Alessandro plunges into me, huffing out a growling sigh of pure male prowess as he claims me.

We slam together, my fists tugging against my bindings to brace against the onslaught of his pounding, jackhammer pace. He’s relentless and almost vicious right from the start.

There’s nothing sensual about the way he unleashes himself on me, reaching out, taking a fistful of my hair. His other hand whips around, two fingers dragging back the hood of my clit with merciless demand.

The first stinging slap of his palm on my ass is always unexpected, blossoming a new repertoire of sensation and arousal.

Fireworks explode in my head, every nerve in my body awakening. “Mmm, Aless, fuck me!”

I’ve never been pounded like this.

The first chills of an orgasm shudder in my center, a rapid ascension. I realize my mistake a second later as he immediately stops, slipping out of me, leaving me hanging at the precipice of release.

“You’ll have to learn”—he stalks around the bed, heading to the shelf across from us—“that you do not order me to do anything here. You may request for me to finish you off, you may beg for me to let you come.”

We’ve stepped into his domain.

Here, he is master, absolutely in control. It’s clear from the way he watches me, his avid gaze, that there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

It’s utterly devastating, and more than a little scary.

A part of me knows that he would let me out if I really asked, but there’s an edge to his words, to the feral flexing, the rippling of his muscles. Pulling on the straps at my wrists, he tightens the slack, pulling my arms out to the sides, keeping my chest pinned to the bed.

I can tell he's pondering what he's going to do with me.

“Is that it?” I can’t help myself, taunting him exhilarates me. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Alessandro sniffs in arrogant disdain. “We’ve only just begun.”

He yanks my head back by my hair, plundering my lips with his mouth, a savage kiss. It electrifies me, zapping down through my core, shivering out across my skin.

My lover.

My enemy.

This man who has killed ruthlessly and without remorse. But he also loves just as ferociously. I've never felt anything like it. “Alessandro…take me.”

I want to bathe in his darkness.

“I will. Once you stop hiding.” Fingernails scrape along my back, down my legs. His voice wavers, holding back the promise of boundless pleasures.

He thrusts into me again, long, luxurious strokes. A deep, pulsing need thrums in my lower abdomen.

In seconds, I’m on the verge again, and he pulls out.

He loosens the restraints, letting me slide down onto the sheets.

I turn over, looking up at him, slipping my fingers into my slick slit, drawing them out, dragging them up my belly, across my tits and up into my mouth, tasting what he does to me.

Arching my back, I spread my legs, beckoning him to finish me off.

Instead, he shoves me back down onto the bed, shaking his head and sneering at me dominantly. I want him so bad that I almost growl at him in response, lunging for him, trying to kiss him.

He doesn't let me. He shoves me back down.

Each time I lunge for him he shoves me harder, more powerfully.

The final time, he grabs me by the throat firmly and I retaliate, reaching down and clutching the thick length of his dripping cock in my fist.

I squeeze a little too hard and he hisses through his teeth, squeezing his hand a hint tighter.

“You’re going to pay for that.” He wrenches my grip from around his shaft. Tossing me back like I weigh nothing, he pins one wrist, shackling it, then the other. A chuckle growls deep in his chest as I whimper, the sound of his voice vibrating through me.

I press down on my heels, writhing and gyrating my hips at him, provoking him. “You’re stalling.” The words come out strangled, less confident that I want.

“You’re going to crawl for me after this.” Aless leans in close, just out of reach as I try to bite him. “And then, you’ll submit to anything I choose to do to you.”

His hands clamp down over my calves, painfully, yanking my legs out and clasping shackles around my feet.

I swallow hard, realizing how little I can move. Even less when he jerks a strap at the side of the bed, cranking my bindings tight.

I’m completely immobilized. Exposed.

A flash of metal glints in his hand, a long, glamping dagger.

For the first time, I actually start to wonder if he would go too far. If he could accidentally end me, caught up in a fit of rage and passion. The little worm of fear takes hold, and a merciless grin spreads across Alessandro’s face as he sees the dismay in my eyes.

That's when the real torture begins.

Aless starts at my neck, sampling my skin with his tongue, dragging the tip of the knife along the spit slicked skin. He tracks a long, tantalizing trail down my body, over my stiff nipples, leaving bright red abrasions in his wake.

The subtle sensations of his lips and tongue contrast with the hint of pain and it has me panting, riding the line of fascination and a full frenzy.

And then he mounts me again, pounding me until I cry out. But every time I get anywhere near completion, he stops, abandons me to tug against my bindings. He takes a lap around the room, letting me see how turned on he is, rock-hard and throbbing, his body glistening with sweat.

He’s torturing himself with this little game, too.

Then he returns, holding a riding crop. Raking it along my hips and thighs, flicking it in light cracks that leave pink welts. What feels like minutes pass as he alternates between licking my swollen clit, lapping up every drop of my arousal, and whipping my burning skin.

“I need …”

“You need to shut your pretty, fucking mouth, or I’ll shut it for you.”

I open my mouth, licking my lips, straining toward him. “ Fill it up instead.”

And he does, ramming his dick all the way into my throat, making my eyes water and a deep, moaning rumble rise up from my chest. But he pulls out and gives me the most heart-stopping stare right before he ties a gag around my mouth—a soft, silk tie.

“It’ll give you something to bite down on,” he informs me and my legs turn to jelly.

And still, he’s not done.

Another silk tie covers my eyes.

I hear him cross the room, opening the chest by the wall, sliding the drawer out digging through the contents. When he comes back, he makes me wait, anticipating until I feel his lips graze my bottom lip.

He kisses me ever so lightly.

“Are you ready?

“Yes, yes.” My words are a muffled groan around the soft gag.

“Hmm. I don’t think you are.”

Sharp pain zips through my nipples as he locks the clamps over the tips.

Immediately my body lights up, electricity vibrating through my limbs. Sensations stand out, more vibrant and poignant with the constant discomfort of the nipple clamps and the inability to see what he’s doing.

My mind is scattering, scrambling.

I want him so bad.

I try to speak, forgetting about the gag and wind up biting down in frustration. My ankles and wrists chafe as I struggle.

He’s been gone too long, but I feel his eyes on me still.

When he finally touches me again, it’s not with fingers or tongue.

A smooth, velvety toy slips into my opening, making me bear down reflexively. Until the vibration starts, low and humming.

After so much stimulation, I would think that almost anything could make me come, but this doesn't. It draws out the sensations, ramping up my tension, gradually pushing me higher into tiers of pleasure I never dreamed of.

With the distraction occupying my attention, he loosens my ties enough to guide me to my knees. I barely realize what I’m doing when he positions me with my ass up, a pillow supporting my chest.

New bindings hook my legs in place, preventing any wiggling, leaving my ass ripe for the taking. A thought that flutters through my mind a second before I feel him behind me, humming a deep moan, his tone telling me he’s grinning.

My whole body is quaking when I feel his thumb caress the fold of my entrance, sliding up and putting pressure on the star of my ass.

It’s new, and I’m so desperate for any touch at all that the sharp and painful slap he delivers a second later makes me sigh in relief. The next strike is unexpectedly hard, painful, both cheeks jiggling and burning.

I can feel my ass cheeks swelling, stinging to the touch.

And it's in that state of shock and glowing pain that he slips a smooth, cool object into my ass.

It's a small plug. But it's still more than anything I'm used to. The fullness takes my breath away at first, but as I adjust, I find I like it.

But to be fair, I would enjoy anything he gives me.

“Do you like it?” he intones, playing with my clit.

“Mm-hmm…” is all I can moan.

“You’re going to take what I give you and love every second of it, understood?”

I nod this time, biting down on the silk tie.

He strikes my ass cheek again in affirmation. It's a fine line between punishment and reward.

Without another word or warning he slips the vibrating toy back inside me, cranking up the intensity as he tugs firmly on the plug in my ass. This toy does so much more, vibrating my clit and inside of me simultaneously.

The pulse fills me, shaking through the lower half of my body. Shudders wrack my frame as he snaps the riding crop down along my thighs.

This is beyond stimulating, overwhelming my senses and pleasure centers.

I'll never be the same after tonight.

He's going to break me.

At least a dozen times now he’s brought me to the edge of the chasm, an inch away from tumbling to my climax. And every time he drags me back, kicking and screaming, begging for release.

I realize distantly that he's hazing me.

He's conditioning me to resist coming and he's building the intensity as he goes. Just as he turns up the toy to a mind-melting level, popping the plug out with a firm tug.

A second later I feel cool, slippery lube coating my ass, applied liberally.

Followed by a bigger plug eased in with that same slow pressure. My ass relaxes this time, taking the toy, even as the stretch teases my limit.

I wonder, not for the first time, what my limits really are anymore.

My mind is coming undone to the feast and famine of his whims, giving then taking, then leaving me longing. That’s when I really notice the quivering ache in my muscles. I’ve been pulling against my restraints hard for over an hour, my desire reaching a fever pitch.

I’m writhing and arching my back, practically howling at him.

Like a feral animal.

Which is what he wants, to turn me into something just like him.

After tonight, the face I show to anyone but him will be the mask, hiding my true nature.

In my thrashing I manage to spit out the gag, heaving and groaning to the incessant vibrations in my core. “Is that all you got? You think I can’t take a little teasing?”

I’m still blindfolded, but I can sense him, right behind me.

“I think you can take a whole lot more.”

“What are you waiting for, Alessandro? Are you afraid to go all the way?

“Are you afraid? That I’ll make you wait all night like this?” His words are mocking and harsh.

I feel my resolve waiver but I bolster it, my anger boiling over.

“Fuck you! Finish me off already, give in and take me!”

“Is that a request or a demand?”

“It's a fucking demand!” I scream, the need to come consuming me. Jerking hard on my ties I bare my teeth, raging against him, sweat pouring down my body. I'm so tightly wound that I'm fuming, seething. “What are you waiting for? Are you afraid your brother will hear, that he’ll interrupt us or what?”

“This room is soundproof. No one can hear a thing.”

My words seize in my throat.

The blindfold slips down slightly, revealing the dim lighting, the red and black curtains, and my fists clutching the bed. But all I see is him, staring wide-eyed at me in disbelief.

How dare he?

How dare he look at me like that when he's turning me into this thing, into this creature of lust. A beast who only sees him, only needs him, only wants him. And he's standing there gaping at me like…

Like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“Isabella. There you are.” His rasping rumble hits me right in the chest.

It's a revelation.

This is what he's been waiting for, for me to get to this point. Because that's who he is. That's what he needs. And a grin spreads across his face. As he grabs my face between his fingers, he kisses me deeply, possessively.

I'm lunging at him, grabbing for him, and he lets the straps slip, giving me what I yearn for. I instantly claw at him, fervently dragging him onto me, tearing at his skin with my nails, my fingers.

I don't even care if I hurt him.

I need him to complete me.

His cock rams home, fully seated inside me.

His hips slam into me, perfection.

Our bodies are soaked, slick, drenched as he plows into my center, pounding me over and over again. My legs are locked around his waist, crushing him to me.

I bite down on his neck drawing blood and I hear him release a shout.

“Yes!”

If there was a way for me to get him deeper inside me I’d demand it, even as he stretches me to the limit. There’s nothing left of myself, my every thought flooded with him, only him, his cock, my need.

My mind is being erased. Overwritten with searing light.

Only Alessandro can extinguish the hellfire in my chest and lower in my core.

“I-I love you, Alessandro!” I wail at the top of my lungs.

It signals the first wave of tremors through my legs, my ass clenching around the plug. The escalating ecstasy rocks the room, tipping the world, cataclysmic.

The second wave hits higher, stronger, a keening howl through my center, up and out through the top of my head.

Through the storm of my roaring release I hear Alessandro yelling my name over and over, pumping me full to overflowing as he unburdens himself, gushing inside me.

We collapse, my vision darkening to unconsciousness, my body and mind spent. My heart full.

Only one thing could end me completely.

And I hear him whisper it in my ear as I fade.

“I love you too, Isabella.”