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No…say no…SAY NO!

“Nooo,” I whine.

“Yes,” he says with a dark laugh.

My hand become his hand as he guides it between my thighs. My fingers glide over my wet folds. My pussy throbs with urgency. She wants so much just to get off. Just some relief.

I haven’t touched myself since…

Giovanni.

I’m quickly distracted with thoughts of him. My imagination runs wild. I work my pussy, rubbing my clit without shame, aided by his hand. I forget where I am and who I’m with as pleasure pulses through me. It becomes all I want. All I crave.

Just to feel good for once. For the first time insooolong.

“Doesn’t it feel so good?” he asks. “You like playing with yourself for me to watch, don’t you?”

Another moan slips past my lips. I rub harder, my legs spread wider. I’m wanton, breathing heavily, my body slumped as it feels like I’m floating and tingling all at once.

I open my eyes to find his unblinking stare caught between my face and the sight between my legs. He’s terrifying. He’s a dead soul in an alive man’s body.

My hand stills as fantasies of Gio evaporate and my murky mind returns to reality. When I try my best to rip my hand away, he doesn’t let me. He only squeezes my wrist tighter and forces my fingers to move. The pleasure kindling intensifies until it’s too much. I can’t stand it.

My motions become harder, more frantic thanks to him. I rub my pussy so hard, my hips begin bucking against the chair. Giancarlo helps me, muttering dirty words and controlling my hand.

“Look at you now, princess. What would my brother think?” he asks, still with a note of cruel humor. He withdraws his phone from his pocket and holds it up as if about to record. “Don’t be shy now. You love showing me yourself.”

Another shaky moan rolls out of me despite my mind screaming otherwise. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, yet I can’t stop. My body simply won’t listen.

This couldn’t get any worse.

Giovanni’s brother.I’m playing with myself in front of him—he sees all of me, hears my moans, controls every rub I give myself.

As he records me. As he forces me to do this, yet pretends it’s what I want. I don’t want it! Why won’t he stop?

“Please,” I slur. The way the word brokenly falls from my lips, I can’t even articulate what I mean. For him to stop. For him to take mercy. Anything but this.

He chooses to interpret the plea as my want for more. “Please, what, princess? You want to come?”

NO! PLEASE STOP!

“I’ll help you,” he says. “You’ll come, then we can work on making me come. It’s only fair, don’t you agree?”

The high only overpowers any foggy objection. Pleasure kindles inside me as Giancarlo guides my fingers to my entrance. I sink two inside myself. My mouth falls open as I pump them in and out. Giancarlo’s grip on my wrist is borderline painful as he pushes me to go faster.

Deeper.

I shudder as I alternate between rubbing and pumping, my hips still bucking. I’m lost to the sensations erupting throughout my body. My orgasm shatters every part of me. My toes curl and an ashamed, raspy whimper rips from my throat. I slump even further into the chair, the pleasure evaporating into nothing. What can only be called paralyzing regret takes its place.

I’ve never felt dirtier. What have I done?

Looking into the cold, dead eyes of Giancarlo, that’s exactly what he’s wanted.

This was revenge on his part. On Giovanni. On me.

Yet I still can’t bring myself to have a physical reaction. My body’s still not my own.

He pulls my hand from between my legs. It’s when I lower my gaze I notice the deep cock imprint in his pants. “You were so beautiful,” he says. “You let go. You gave into the moment. You played with yourself for me.”

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