Alessio
I knew Nero would keep an eye on the man who interrupted our dinner. My conscious effort to remain a gentleman for the evening went out of the window when she started a food fight. Her impromptu kiss, however, made my cock rock hard again. Tonight, I needed more and I would take it.
My little Kitten’s pussy weeped for me again. Her deep dark green coloured dress was off shoulder and highlighted her olive coloured skin. The tight material clung to her curves. I wished the silky length was shorter so I could see her legs and pussy.
There would be no birth control pills or IUD for my wife and I. She would take my seed as nature intended. Her breath became uneasy when I slowly began to finger her pussy. Her grip around my neck tightened and her eyes closed in pleasure.
“Do you want a taste of what it will be like to belong to the Beast, piccolo gattino?”
I asked, rubbing her wet clit to torment her.
“Y-Yes,”
she said, stammering over the simple word.
“Good girl,”
I said, withdrawing my fingers from her pussy.
I used the napkin to wipe my fingers before I picked up my phone to reserve a room at Club X. It was time for Francesca to feel some pain with her pleasure.
***
Nero returned to the car with her black kitten mask and handed it to me. I placed it over Francesca’s confused face and fastened it at the back, avoiding her hair.
“We are at Club X. It’s a BDSM club,”
I said casually when she turned to face me with curious eyes.
After I had cleaned my face and while Francesca was in the bathroom, I gave Nero my instructions. Nero held the door open for us, and I stepped out first before helping Francesca out. We walked through the black doors, and she looked around beneath her mask as I checked in at reception. I avoided the main staged area and pulled her towards another door, leading to the private rooms.
As we were about to go in, I saw Stefanos Karalis with an almost naked woman crawling behind him in a dog outfit. He paused when he spotted me before he smirked at me.
“Is the Beast of London here to blow off some steam?”
he asked before he held his hand out to me.
The Greek tycoon had a small wine importing company within his vast empire, and our paths crossed professionally from time to time.
“Stefanos, yes something like that. I’m sorry to hear about your father. My condolences,”
I said, gripping his hand.
His face twisted in anger, and he yanked on the leash he held, jerking the dark-haired woman forward. Francesca’s hand tightened in mine, and I squeezed it to try and reassure her.
“I’m blowing some steam off myself with my little bitch here. Say hello, Amari,”
he said and the woman lifted her head and barked twice.
Francesca moved closer to me and I nodded to Stefanos.
“This is my fiancée, Francesca,”
I said hoping to redirect his anger away from his sub.
He glanced at Francesca and smiled tightly.
“Congratulations, Alessio. I hope you're a better husband than my father was,” he said.
“Let’s catch up sometime,”
I said, wondering what had happened since he had been close to his father.
He nodded before turning to Francesca.
“Lovely to meet you, Francesca,”
he said politely before he continued down the hallway.
“What the fuck? How can he treat her like that?”
Francesca said, watching them walk and crawl away.
She winced when he tugged on her leash close to those double doors, and she fell with her face landing beside his feet. He placed his foot on her head while he talked rapidly to her. He leaned down and smacked her bare ass before removing his foot. If he wasn't careful, he could get banned from the club.
“No, Alessio, please can't you do something. That wasn't normal BDSM,”
she said, pointing at them and pleading with her eyes.
“What do you know about the BDSM lifestyle, Kitten?”
I said, tapping her nose.
She looked away from me, flustered and pulled her hand away from mine.
“I looked up what pet play was when you mentioned it. I was curious,”
she said with her cheeks turning pink.
She was a curious little kitten. Our world didn't work like that, and we didn't interfere with another man’s personal business. In my world everything was transactional. However, I could use this situation to my advantage.
“And what will I get for looking into the matter for you? Stefanos is an important business contact of mine,”
I said, taking her elbow to lead her to our room.
“You get to marry me,”
she said as we entered the room.
She paused and looked around the kitten room. I took advantage and reached behind her to unzip her dress.
“I will marry you regardless. Why should I rock the boat with Stefanos for your whim?”
I said, pulling the lace down her shoulders until the dress pooled around her feet.
“You tell me right now why you want to marry me,”
she said, twirling around and pointing to the ground.
Her anger made her forget she stood in nothing but her underwear and silver high heels.
“I tasted your tight little virgin cunt and became addicted. I want to own you in every way possible, and no man but me will ever touch you again. I’m going to drown your pussy with my seed so the world will know you're mine. My wife, my pet, and the mother of all of my children,”
I said, moving closer as she stumbled backwards.
She was still processing my words when I dragged her towards the black and pink bench to bend her over it. I deftly moved around until her wrists and ankles were strapped in.
“You brought yourself into my world, piccolo gattino. These are the consequences of putting yourself in my sights,”
I said, rubbing her voluptuous fat ass cheeks, squeezing the taut globes of flesh in my hands.
Six months would never have been enough.
My eyes trailed to her slim waist that made her ass look obscene in size and the long dark brown curls of her hair, I wasn’t sure if one lifetime would be enough with my feisty little kitten. She glanced over her shoulder to look at me with her bright green eyes wide beneath the mask.
“Oh my God. You're not just a Beast. You're a bloody crazy Beast,”
she exclaimed.
I smiled as I released her beautiful ass and slid my suit jacket off when I noticed what started tonight. Her strawberry tart on my face stained my jacket. I tossed it onto the bed and unbuttoned my cuffs to roll up my sleeves.
“Welcome to my world, Kitten. What do I get for looking into Stefanos’s pet for you?”
I asked again, and she sagged onto the bench with her cheek resting on the padded material.
“The glimmer of a warm glow in your icy black heart, and knowing that you did the right thing?”
she asked sullenly.
I slapped her ass until the flesh rippled the way it would when I fucked her pretty cunt from behind. She gasped in pain.
“Oh sorry, you need a soul for your black heart to feel anything,”
she snapped at me with sarcasm dripping from each word.
I bit my lip as my cock jerked at her sassy mouth, and I peeled down her silky black thongs until they stretched out close to her knees. The scent of her wet cunt made my nostrils flare and I quickly stood upright before I ravaged her pussy.
I walked to the wall of paddles, canes, crops, and whips. Her long groan of dismay filled the room while I picked a pink and black tasseled whip. When I reached the bench, her cheek was off the bench, and she eyed me warily, I used the handle of the whip on her chin to lift her head up.
“I want your ass or your mouth. That is my price, you choose. The whipping is for the stunt you pulled in the restaurant,”
I said, gazing into her eyes before I moved the whip so she could see what was about to abuse her ass.
I could stake my life on the fact that she had never been spanked before. Her grandparents doted on her. My talk with her Nonno confirmed they had let her do whatever she wanted.
That ended today because she was mine as soon as I placed my ring on her finger. My fucked up world was dangerous and she needed to learn how to submit to my Beast. She would learn to survive in my world.
I would have it no other way.