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She was still looking up at me, her teeth biting into her lip, like she wasn’t sure what she should do or think.

As if she was uncertain if she really could trust me, even though she clearly wanted to.

Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to her lower lip, sucking on it gently until it was no longer held between her teeth.

“I’m going to tie you down now, ragazza dolce.

I don’t want you moving around too much for your first time playing in this room.

And I certainly don’t want you trying to hide from me.

” I grinned as she blushed. It was so pretty, the way pink painted her cheeks, and I couldn’t wait to see if I could get the rest of her body to match.

My words had obviously brought an image to her mind.

In her thoughts, she stood in front of me naked; her hands covering her breasts and her thighs pressed together, like that would hide her from me.

But that wasn’t the only thing she was thinking.

I could see beneath that thought was the desire for me to force her to show herself.

I could see her imagining me taking her wrists and pulling her hands away from her body, revealing every intimate part of her to my gaze.

Her breath was already coming out in soft little pants, those perky breasts of hers straining against Renzo’s shirt.

Still holding her wrists, I led her over to a spanking bench.

I wasn’t planning on spanking her right now, but it would hold her in the perfect position for what I had planned.

I loved a piece of furniture that had more than one use.

There wasn’t a lot of space in here, not to mention we were staying a short time, so I had only brought a couple of pieces.

This would not be the only time I had her bent over for me, not to mention there was always a chance I would change my mind about the spanking.

Seeing her nipples pushed against the shirt made me pause.

As much as I enjoyed her in the white fabric, I wanted her out of it.

Since I didn’t want to cut it from her, it needed to come off before I tied her up.

“Be a good girl for me and keep your hands behind your back until I tell you to move them.”

It would be good practice for her interactions with Renzo. He could be quite exact about what he wanted, and he preferred that people stayed in the positions he had put them without restraints. All so he could punish them when they moved.

Letting go of her hands, I was pleased when she kept them behind her back.

She was picking up things quickly, which meant I could teach her more than I expected and she was less likely to find herself in trouble with Renzo.

Not that I doubted he would come up with any excuse he could find to punish her. It was what he enjoyed after all.

Reaching out, I teasingly ran my fingers down the front of the shirt.

Undoing the buttons only took a few seconds, as my fingers slid from one to the next.

I could have taken the chance to really excite her, to draw it out longer, but I had more important things to get to and I had delayed enough.

I could always have her strip for me once Renzo had given her clothes back.

She could put on a proper little show, wiggle those hips and dance for me.

Although what hoops Renzo was going to make her jump through to earn them back was anyone’s guess, as I knew it wouldn’t be as easy as he had made it seem. It would be fun to watch, though.

As I pushed the shirt over her shoulders, she kept her hands in place even as the fabric gathered around her wrists.

“Such a good girl, holding still for me.” The praise made her smile, just like I knew it would.

Unable to resist the temptation to put her to the test, I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, feeling them harden at my touch.

Her shoulders moved slightly as her hands slipped to her sides, and she rushed to put them back where they had been.

But she wasn’t quick enough to keep the shirt from hitting the floor.

I pinched her nipples a little tighter as I shook my head.

“And you were doing so well, ragazza dolce. I just praised you, and then you break position without permission. Misbehaving like that will get you into a lot of trouble with the others. Renzo would turn your ass red, and Havoc, well, I don’t want to spoil what he’s got in mind for you. ”

Havoc getting his hands on her by himself had me a little worried, but I trusted my twin not to push her further than she could take. If he drove her off, he would have Renzo and me to deal with.

She huffed as I let go of her nipples, but I noticed the way her thighs rubbed together.

She wouldn’t be able to do that soon, so I didn’t draw attention to her movements.

If she wanted to give herself a little pleasure while she could, I wouldn’t stop her.

It would only help me with what I had planned for the afternoon.

Letting her work herself up a little before I tied her to the spanking bench and teased her body so high she couldn’t see her way down really was a great way to spend my time.

Taking hold of her hands, which were still behind her back, I urged her to climb up onto the bench.

There were platforms on each side for her shins to rest on, so she wouldn’t have to balance on her feet or strain her calves.

Once she was kneeling in place, I pressed her forward, bending her at the waist, until her chest was pressed to the leather of the spanking bench.

It was wide at her hips, but narrowed as it came to her chest. The leather pressed between her breasts and gave me uninhibited access to her pretty, puffy nipples.

When I was sure she was comfortable, I brought her hands down beside her.

I let her rest her arms on the platforms and secured her wrists in place by buckling the straps, though I didn’t add the padlocks this time.

There would be a time for that later once she was more used to what we expected of her.

I liked this bench; it supported the arms and legs, you could have someone in it for hours.

I’d spent hours tied to it on more than one occasion myself, when Renzo got into one of his moods.

Moving behind her, I buckled the straps around her ankles and her upper calves, smiling at the sight of her bent over and waiting for me.

“You know, ragazza dolce, this reminds me of last night. Such a shame you aren’t dripping cum anymore.

Still, it will be nice to see what you taste like on your own. ”

Running my finger down her spine, I felt every twitch and tremble that ran through her.

I was tempted to do something with her hair.

Connect it to an anal hook was my first impulse, but she wasn’t ready for that experience.

It brought me to an important point though, we needed to get that tight little bud ready.

Havoc had been envisaging fucking her ass for years now, and he could be impatient at the best of times.

Turning away, I collected what I needed from a drawer.

Feeling her gaze burning into my back, I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes connected with hers.

She immediately looked away, ashamed she had been caught.

I was sure her curiosity was getting the best of her, trying to imagine what I was doing over here, but I didn’t speak.

I wanted her thinking, squirming, trying to get some friction on her clit, even though she wouldn’t be able to with the way I had her restrained.

Hiding what I pulled from the drawer behind my back, I returned to her, then I set the bottle of lube, the bullet vibrator, and the small plug on her back.

I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face as her nose wrinkled, her mind racing to work them out.

They weren’t shapes she was familiar with and no matter how she tried to turn her head, she wouldn’t be able to see them.

Ignoring the toys, I instead ran my fingers up and down her slit, taking time to explore her most intimate places.

Soft and pink, she was already slick, although not as wet as I wanted.

It wouldn’t be hard to fix. Sliding my fingers down, I circled gently around her clit, teasing, and not touching where I knew she wanted, even as she squirmed, trying to get me closer without actually asking.

“Now, ragazza dolce, something you need to know about me. I like to talk. It might surprise you to know even Havoc likes to talk. Especially when he has his cock in the mouth of a pretty girl.” I didn’t miss her scoff at my words, and I pinched her clit hard for her brattiness before going back to my teasing circles. Her squeal of shock was delicious.

“Now, this love I have of talking extends to hearing you speak too. You’re not allowed to come without my permission.

If you don’t ask me, you won’t get to come.

Though it won’t stop me from trying to make you come, of course.

” I knew she was going to struggle with this since Isabetta was always so proper and polite.

I don’t think I had ever heard her curse or swear.

But Havoc was going to say some incredibly degrading things to her, and I didn’t want her to smack him for it, as much as he would probably enjoy it.

He’d simply use it as an excuse to take things further.

She shook her head, but I didn’t let that deter me from my teasing circles. “It’s okay, ragazza dolce. If you don’t want to ask, you don’t have to, but it means you won’t get to come. I know how much you enjoyed it earlier. Don’t you want to feel that good again?”

Her head stopped shaking and slumped forward, and I knew I was going to win this little game of ours.