Page 42 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

His gaze darkened, voice dropping to a near-whisper.

“Every kind. Like flipping the power switch on a machine. No words. No fight. Drop to your knees if I say the word and sit your ass down. Let me take over. It will give me back the power in an instant and it will fix whatever you think you broke.”

My heart kicked faster in my chest. “Mind sharing the word, so I know?”

His eyes glinted. “Oh, you’ll know .”

He didn’t offer more than that.

But he did seal the moment with a kiss, slow, deep, and full of something that felt like both a warning and a promise.

* * *

The next day marked the long trek back home. Alfonso didn’t stop by to check on his Nonna before we left, said it was tradition. “She always told me not to be a nuisance. Leave while it’s still good,” he’d answered with a small, reverent smile.

The sentiment was sweet, but the tension between us was anything but. The flight was a nightmare, to be honest. It only fanned the heat between us, until it simmered under our skin like a storm waiting to break.

I wanted to fuck him so badly right here on this couch, but it wasn’t a long flight.

The car ride back was its own form of torment. With no divider between us, the tension was unbearable. I needed him, desperately, as I knew what waited at home: business, meetings, responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, his voice low with regret. “Whatever this is... it has to wait.” He kissed me, brief but burning, and reached for the door handle.

Before he could open it, I caught his wrist and tugged him back. “You handle them. I’ll wait, in the dungeon.”

I didn’t meet his eyes, I couldn’t. I already knew what look he’d give me: equal parts concern, desire, and that quiet, dark approval I’d grown addicted to. But I meant what I said.

I slipped away as he got out, heading straight to the hidden door. My fingers moved quickly over the keypad. The lock clicked open, and I descended into the dim space below.

The dungeon no longer held fear for me. The shadows didn’t creep, they called. I liked arriving before him, alone, with just the echo of my breath and the growing anticipation. Here, I could shed the world. Here, I could prepare for him, for us.

I ran my fingers along the neatly arranged garments hanging on the rail, finally choosing one of the lacy, sheer outfits.

A slow smile crept across my lips as I imagined him sitting through that meeting, tense and distracted. Knowing what waited for him down here, knowing me —I was going to make it twenty times harder for him to focus. And I didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry.

I pulled off my clothes and pulled on some sort of a contraption, barely any material. Once the outfit was on, I looked at myself in the mirror.

Not too bad. My boobs made the outfit look amazing and my gaze stared at the open crotch.

I rushed over to his many glass boxes and grabbed the clit clamp. It was one of my favorite toys. Alfonso was a pro at putting it in. I laid on the stone slab and somehow manage to clamp my clit.

It started off tender, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way. I knew that soon, it would feel fucking amazing .

I picked up my phone and prayed there was a signal for this snapshot to go through.

I spread my legs and spread my lips to show him what I had accomplished.

And then I hit send.

Laughter poured from me, just knowing what this might do to him. I hope I wasn’t going to wait too long.

THE WHITE RABBIT

I struggled to get the location where Camilla was right now out of my head.

During the day, she called the shots, but never in a million years did I think she would choose the dungeon.

“Alfonso,” Gerard said.

“Sorry, I’ve had a long day.”

“We need to do this now. We cannot postpone any longer…”

“I know.” My phone vibrated and I usually did not look at it during a meeting, but I reached out and saw a text from Camilla.

I almost gasped when I saw what was on my phone. The fucking brat.

“You okay?”

“No, I’m sorry. Just give me till later this afternoon. I can’t make a decision now.” I got up.

“Alfonso!” Gerard yelled back.

“Just keep them here,” I said to Nico, fast, and he slipped into the office.

I hurried down the steps, my feet almost stumbling as I reached the ground floor. Without hesitation, I dashed toward the staircase leading to the gym. My legs felt heavy, reluctant to move faster, but I pushed through, making my way to the steel door that would take me to the basement.

I entered the code with a tremble in my fingers, letting out a soft chuckle. I had never felt like this before over any fucking pussy, but this woman. This little runaway was just fucking excruciating beautiful at the moment. A wet dream come to life.

I made a mistake with the code and cursed loudly.

Now was not the time to fuck around and I took a deep breath and punched the number in again. The door swung open and I rushed down the steps. I found her on the slab, laughing at me.

Italian words, a scolding, left my lips as I took off my belt and hit my leg hard.

Her laughter stopped and her eyes grew bigger. “Are you okay?” she asked after a moment.

“What did I tell you?” Anger laced my tone.

“You had business.”

“I had business. Why are you sending me pictures of yourself half naked with a clit clamp?”

She bit her lower lip.

“I’m serious, Camilla. I have an empire to run, and you are not making it easy for me.”

“Sorry, you can go run it. I’ll be good.”

I chuckled, “You’ll be good? Somehow, I doubt that.”

I reached for her, lifting her effortlessly in my arms. She let out a sharp shriek as I carried her toward the cross.

I cherished the memory of the first time she was spread out on one, and today, I was extra hard. Today, she was going to get my full wrath.