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“No,” she uttered as he bent down and loosened the ties he had on her legs, freeing them.
“No, please,” she uttered as he loosened the ties Alessandro had her bound with.
“No,” she uttered again, shaking her head to reinforce the word coming from her mouth.
He didn’t mind the protest. Alessandro wanted her to writhe and scream. Alessandro stood her up.
“Undress,” he commanded as he reached behind himself and found the video camera that had been sitting on his desk. He turned it to record and positioned it to tape. But when Alessandro turned around and saw that she hadn’t done what he told her to do, he became more insistent.
“Undress,” he insisted, his voice heavier and more intense.
Isotta thought about pushing her luck, trying to reason with him, begging him not to, but there was something in his voice that shook her and caused her to freeze. She watched as Alessandro picked up the camera again and pointed it in her direction. She saw the blinking of the recording light, which confirmed his intent to play it, maybe for his own pleasure or maybe for Massimo.
“This is all about Massimo, isn’t it?” She shakily asked.
“I thought I made that clear,” Alessandro replied, still looking through the camera. “Now, undress before I undress you, which could turn out to be fun. What do you think?”
Although Alessandro asked a question and made sadistic light of the situation, his messaging was so clear it caused Isotta’s breath to catch in her throat. He saw her chest hitch, and the rise in his groin grew even more. He tried to be patient, to do what he said, but Alessandro found himself getting impatient for her.
“This is the last time I’m going to say undress, or I’ll undress you.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Isotta muttered after the shock wore off.
“You’re right,” Alessandro agreed. “But I want to.”
He repositioned the camera on the stand, making sure it was at the right angle before stepping into Isotta. He pulled at the top of her dress, but she fought against him, revealing her flesh. He smiled as that only enticed him more. Alessandro grabbed Isotta and pivoted, positioning himself behind her.
Tears pressed against the back of her eyes and then streamed down her cheeks as she braced herself for what she knew was coming. Alessandro was going to make an example out of her to get back at Massimo. He held her tightly so she couldn’t fight hard enough to get away from him, just hard enough to make it interesting. He pulled her dress from one shoulder and then the other. She gasped every time he touched her. His fingers were warm, but Isotta felt them as icy. Alessandro leaned down and kissed the crest of her shoulder. It was a move that someone in love would do as they woo’ed the person they intended to make love to. But that was not his intention, and Isotta knew that beyond any doubt.
But his kisses didn’t stop at the top of her shoulder. He eyed the camera as his lips trailed even lower as he peeled her bra strap from her shoulders. Alessandro kissed and even bit her there, sending some pain as her mouth opened in response, a soft yelp passing through her lips. Even though she covered her breasts, that didn’t stop Alessandro from fondling them after he unlatched and pushed her bra aside, casting it to the floor.
The dress he allowed to fall, Alessandro bent over and pulled it from under Isotta’s feet, also casting it aside as though it meant nothing. She had less and less coverage and genuinely felt naked in the presence of the enemy. Isotta was bound and determined to keep her privates private. She covered her breasts with one arm and hand and covered her private with her other hand.
“You’re going to let me take them off you,” Alessandro insisted, his voice low and lethal.
“No,” Isotta replied. “No, I’m not.”
He leaned in, inhaling her scent as he placed his mouth as close to her ear as he could get.
“Then I’m going to take them off for you.”
“No, no, no, no,” she murmured and then screamed as he took both hands and tore her panties from her flesh. Alessandro growled when he did it, and as soon as her naked flesh, all of her nakedness, was revealed, Alessandro could no longer control himself. He bent her over in front of the camera to ensure that his enemy had a front-row seat.
“No. Please, no,” she begged as he stroked his own cock and pushed her ass cheeks apart. Alessandro wasn’t gentle when he pushed inside her. He just pushed, and she screamed in response. Her eyes misted over as he started to stroke inside her, saying all kinds of things that all sounded like white noise in Isotta’s ears. She couldn’t focus on what he said. She couldn’t focus on being exploited. Isotta zoned out, intentionally leaving where she was and going somewhere else in her head to protect herself.
Alessandro hated how good it felt to be inside Isotta. He pushed deeper until Isotta’s ass cheeks lay against his thighs. The tight cavity enveloped Alessandro’s dick, and he held one ass cheek in each hand, pushing upward so that Isotta’s vagina stretched tautly. Alessandro fucked Isotta deeply without speaking. He concentrated all his energy, thoughts, and feelings into each elongated push his cock made. The slow fuck turned Isotta’s stomach. Alessandro was in the zone, though, and he rolled his hips in figure eight, rocking his tip for maximum penetration. The increased sensation sent Alessandro, and he groaned. He eyed the camera, smiling as he continued.
“Son of a bitch,” Alessandro uttered as his angst and perversion got the better of him. Taking Isotta made him feel so damn good. Her tears were a bonus. Her yelps of pain were a bonus. The way she tried to keep her eyes away from him and the camera was an added bonus. As Alessandro’s angst grew, his thrusts grew stronger.
“Please,” Isotta begged. “Please stop.”
Alessandro’s cock contracted as if his captive’s words of protestation and tears of pain controlled him. Alessandro’s stroke quickened, and Isotta matched each push with a push back, plunging Alessandro’s cock deeper.
“Mmm,” Alessandro grunted louder as his stroke became faster and faster. The syncopated beat between the two of them increased as Alessandro pounded Isotta’s flesh harder and faster. Isotta inadvertently stroked his own cock harder and faster.
“Motherfuckin’ son of a bitch,” Alessandro uttered as his thighs tensed from the brewing pressure waiting to emerge from his cock. He fucked Isotta with reckless abandon, his body writhing with sweat. It was like he was entranced, pounding furiously into Isotta’s flesh. Alessandro held Isotta’s waist so tight his fingerprints would be there long after the fuck was done. Alessandro had never been quite so aggressive with Isotta before, and for a moment, what was pleasure-filled became painful as Isotta started to tear and burn from the force. But Alessandro didn’t stop. He moved his hand so that both hands rested on Isotta’s left side. Alessandro shifted slightly so that his cock pounded Isotta’s vaginal walls in the opposite direction, making the distance shorter.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, gotdamn, son of a bitch, mmm, motherfucka, mmm, mmm, mmm,” Alessandro uttered between clenched teeth. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he put in work, caving into his demons. Alessandro was merciless. The words he uttered rushed from his lips as his internal pressure mounted. Isotta had no words, only tears. His mouth was agape, and his eyes widened with every thrust. Alessandro didn’t expect her to feel so good. He intended his assault to be punishment, but it turned out to be more pleasurable than he expected.
