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He couldn’t be serious, could he? Every day!

How was I supposed to walk around? What about when we went back to the city, I couldn’t leave the house like this!

I certainly couldn’t visit with people or have them over.

Questions swirled in my mind, but another slap of his hand snapped me out of the spiral.

I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong, but I didn’t receive any admonishment from Renzo.

Instead, his fingers from his other hand stroked my clit in time with the thrusts of the plug.

The moan that escaped me sounded more wanton than I had thought possible.

He was right; it felt good. My pussy wanted to be filled.

The motion made me think of having him deep inside me, and I wanted that again.

Trying to encourage him, I rocked my hips back, hoping he would know what I wanted and give it to me.

After a few more thrusts, he left the plug seated inside me and his fingers kept teasing my clit, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the sound of his zipper lowering.

Excitement flooded me, anticipation at my husband filling me again, combined with the naughty thrill at the thought of being bent over his desk.

Any time he came in here to work during our honeymoon, he would be reminded of us, and maybe it would make him hurry through whatever had drawn him away.

Confusion flooded me. Not when Renzo gripped my hips and throat, but when he pulled me back to sit on his lap.

Confusion and a feeling of fullness that had me crying out.

He’d pulled me back down onto his cock, making me take his whole length in one thrust. And between his cock and the plug, I felt like I was about to explode.

As his cock twitched, it was like it was moving the plug as well, and I squirmed, trying to escape.

Renzo’s grip on my throat tightened, and he let go of my hip to slap my inner thigh. “Sit still, little tesoro.”

But I didn’t want to sit still. The feeling of fullness was morphing into pleasure, and now I wanted to move.

To rock my hips, to bounce up and down—anything.

Wasn’t that what he wanted? Rather than bending me over his desk, didn’t he want me to ride him?

But when I tried to lift, he slapped me again, the skin of my thigh turning red.

“You move when I tell you to move. And right now, I want to feel you wrapped around me. To feel that little plug inside you. So you are going to sit here, full of my cock, while we go over some things.” His voice was smooth as silk against my ear, and when I tried to turn my head to look at him, he squeezed my throat tighter and bit my earlobe.

“No moving, little tesoro. I want you to sit as still as you can. If you can sit still for an hour, keeping my cock warm in your snug little cunt, then I will make sure you come so hard you’ll scream my name for the twins to hear, no matter where they are on the island. ”

I wasn’t sure if it was his words, or the thought of the twins hearing me scream that made me blush. Either way, I did my best to nod, and then I settled as much as I could, my legs resting over his, my spine as straight as I could keep it.

You wouldn’t have thought Renzo had me on his lap, with the way he casually tapped the keyboard of his laptop.

When moaning filled the air, my eyes snapped to the screen, going wide at what I saw.

It was me, on my hands and knees, on the bed.

I was in between the twins as they fucked me between them.

“What the hell is this?” My indignation overcame any arousal I had felt, and again I tried to stand. The long-suffering sigh Renzo released from his lungs seemed like an inappropriate reaction. His hand wrapped around my throat again, forcing me back down onto his lap.

“You were told not to move, and you couldn’t even last a few minutes.

I am going to have to punish you for this, tesoro.

” He ignored my struggles as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a short length of chain.

It was thicker than a necklace, but thinner than my finger.

My brow furrowed in confusion, and I struggled more, ignoring the way the plug shifted and moved inside me, the way his cock twitched.

“Why are you watching a video of me with the twins? Why do you have a video of me with the twins, Renzo?!” I was angry and felt violated. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the screen, and my hands gripped the edge of the table as I fought to get up and away from him.

“Everything we do to you in this villa is recorded, tesoro. Because I want to watch it. And I want you to watch it. I want you to see yourself with us. To know the way you writhe in pleasure; how beautiful you look with all three of us. Have you even looked at the screen for more than a moment? Look at how well you’re taking Milo’s cock.

Look at the way Havoc is gazing down at you—the adoration in his eyes. The way your mouth has him mesmerized.”

I shook my head, ignoring his filthy, silk-wrapped words. As soon as he let me off his lap, I was racing straight to the bedroom so I could find the cameras and rip them out. And then I’d go to Milo’s playroom and destroy any there.

Renzo let go of my throat, and for a moment, I thought he was allowing me up, but then his arm wrapped around my body like a band of steel.

I could feel how strong he was, and knew I had no hope of breaking his grip.

His hand rested on my breast, cupping it as his fingers tugged at my nipple.

No matter how good it felt, I would not give in to him.

“The longer you keep looking away from the screen, tesoro, the longer your punishment is going to last.”

Longer? As if anything he could do to me right now would be worse than seeing myself intimately splayed out on the screen. If this got out, if my mother saw it, I could never show my face again.

I was about to open my mouth to tell him he could do whatever he wanted but I would not watch the screen, when he pinched my nipple and all that came out was a yelp of pain.

The chain rattled in his other hand, and then the pinch became sharper, more painful.

Looking down at the pain in my chest, I could see something metal was latched on to my nipple, squeezing it tightly.

It was like a pair of tweezers, digging into my skin, with a chain hanging from them.

“Renzo! Get this off me!” I tried to lift my hands to do it, but his arm was positioned to hold them down.

I only managed to struggle futilely against him, making the chain tug on my nipple and making my eyes water.

All the while, his cock throbbed inside of me, showing me how much he was enjoying this.

His teeth nipped at my earlobe as he gave a slight tug on the chain, and I swore loudly in Italian.

My mother would have washed my mouth out with shampoo if she heard me.

Then again, she would likely have a heart attack if she ever saw me in this position, so swearing would be the least of her troubles.

“You’re going to sit here, tesoro, like the good girl I know you can be.

You vowed to obey me, remember? So you’re going to take your punishment with no more fussing.

When I am done with work, I am going to make you come on my cock, because I want you to.

If you keep fighting me, I am going to tie your hands behind your back, and your ankles to your thighs, so you can’t move at all.

Then I will tighten the clamps even further.

Is that what you want?” His voice had become steel, frozen with anger, and I shook my head, trying to hold back my tears.

His arm around my waist loosened, his hand coming up to cup my other breast, playing with my nipple, just like he had before he put the little torture device on it.

My teeth dug into my lip as my eyes watered.

A combination of pain, anticipation, and humiliation.

Not just of seeing myself on the screen, but of disappointing him.

We were only a few days into our marriage, and already he was upset with me.

Silently, I resolved to do better, to be what he wanted.

Maybe then I could convince him to get rid of the videos and the cameras.

“Look at that, you can be a good girl. This makes me so much happier.” His sweet words did nothing to dull the pain as the second clamp bit into my skin, and he petted my hair like I was a pet he wished to soothe.

I took a couple of ragged breaths, whimpering as that set the chain swinging.

He pressed soft kisses to the side of my throat, forcing me to face the screen, to watch the way each of Milo’s thrusts forced me to take Havoc’s cock into my mouth.

“Now, all you have to do is sit there until the end of the video, and then we can move onto something much more fun.”

Just till the end of the video, it couldn’t be that long.

How long had I been on my hands and knees between the twins?

It had felt timeless, like both minutes and hours.

It had been over so quickly and yet felt like it had gone on forever.

The back and forth rhythm, the feeling of never being empty.

Renzo had let go of his tight grip on me now, a notepad on the desk drawing his attention.

He was making notes, a plan of some sort.

I could see as he scrawled names, dates, and locations, but without context, it was gibberish to me.

As if he knew my attention had wandered, he rocked his hips, and the movement shifted me on his lap, his cock moving in and out just an inch.