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“Fuck, you’re a quick learner,” he groans as I run my tongue along the thick vein at the base of his cock.
My panties begin to dampen at the rasp in his voice. It makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t want him to come on my face again. I don’t want another reminder of our night together years ago. I try to harden myself to the intense rejection I feel every time it comes to mind, but I can’t stop it.
Nicolo seems entirely oblivious to my turmoil. Or he doesn’t care, which wouldn’t surprise me after how angry he got at dinner. His fingers curl convulsively in my hair, and he thrusts harder, making me gag as he pushes his cockhead down my throat. But I have better control of my body this time, and even as tears sting my eyes from the rough assault, I know I can take it.
“You like my cock in your mouth, pet?” he asks, his tone condescending. “I bet you’re alreadydripping.”
My clit throbs, betraying my determination not to like it. But when I look up the length of his body as he fucks my mouth, when I see his Greek god’s body, my core awakens, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
His cock swells further in my mouth, and I think that means he’s close. Nicolo gives three erratic thrusts, and this time, rather than pulling out to come on my face, he shoves his cock as far down my throat as it will go, holding the back of my head firmly to keep me in place. I choke and gag as hot cum pours across my tongue and coats the back of my mouth.
I swallow convulsively, my throat tightening around his girth, and he shoots another burst of come into my mouth. Nicolo groans and the sound makes my stomach tighten. Once his cock stops twitching and pulsing, he slowly withdraws from my mouth.
I wipe my lips clean of the saliva and sticky cum, then I look up at Nicolo again. His eyes study me closely, and even though he just came, he looks less than pleased.
“I’m tired of that pout on your face,” Nicolo growls.
My stomach drops as I realize he’s just getting started torturing me tonight. Though I’m having a hard time swallowing down the cum coating the back of my throat, I’m not intending to pout. But as Nicolo leaves me kneeling in the middle of the room to head toward the wall of whips and restraints, I realize it’s his excuse to use one of the toys.
“Open,” he commands when he returns a moment later. He holds the odd-looking horse bit with the rubber ball to my lips.
I part them, and Nicolo presses the rubber into my mouth before buckling the strap around my head, effectively gagging me with this horrifying contraption.
“Stand up,” he says, and he actually offers me his hand to help me rise.
My knees are shaking so hard, I take him up on the offer as I pull myself to my feet. Keeping ahold of my fingers, Nicolo guides me to some kind of standing picture frame that reaches a good two feet above my head. Grasping my shoulders, he positions me where he wants, and I’m confused as to what this frame does exactly.
Returning to the wall, Nicolo collects a length of rope. I glance up at the frame I stand within.Is he going to… tie me up?My heart bursts into a full-on sprint, and I glance toward the door, wondering if I might be able to outrun him. Not a chance.
Nicolo’s on me in a second, his fingers deftly tying his rope around my wrist and lifting it, so my arm is stretched above my head. He moves to my other hand, and I start to panic. I can’t speak from the ball gag in my mouth, and now he’s incapacitated me too. I’m vulnerable, exposed, and completely at Nicolo Marchetti’s mercy. The thought utterly terrifies me.
Nicolo returns to the wall again, slowly examining the display of whips, making a show of which one he wants to use on me. From the combination of the room’s cool temperature and my fear, I’m trembling so hard I might actually be shaking the wood frame I’m strapped to.
Nicolo decides on a simple riding crop and returns to me. “Have you ever seen one of these before, pet?” he asks, lightly tracing it over my nipples and breasts and making goosebumps rise in its wake. He slowly traces a curving path down my stomach, then presses the riding crop between my thighs. “Spread your legs,” he demands, snapping my inner thigh lightly.
My flesh stings, and I respond instinctively, stepping wider in my stilettos to avoid the crop’s bite. Nicolo stoops to tie my ankles to the base of the frame as well. Then he continues to stroke and tickle my skin with the leather whip as he circles until he’s behind me.
The leather leaves my flesh for a moment, and when it reconnects with a sharp snap, I squeal in surprise, my body tensing as I strain against the rope that holds me in place. My skin burns under the assault, and tears sting my eyes. It’s too much. I’m in over my head, but it’s too late. I can’t even beg him to stop. He strikes me again, this time on the other ass cheek, and I sob from the intense pain that somehow mingles with an intoxicating pleasure.
“This is what you get when you don’t give me what I want, Anya,” Nicolo says, his deep voice icily calm. “I will punish you until you know how to behave properly, and today, you behaved like an ungrateful brat.”
He strikes me again, this time lower on my ass, and I jerk as my flesh lights on fire. My pussy throbs, and I bite down on my gag as I war to gain control of my body. Nicolo strikes me a fourth time, and before I can catch myself, I moan from the overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure.
“Ha!” Nicolo scoffs, walking back around the frame to face me, his lips coming within inches of my face. “Am I turning you on, little pet?” He presses his hand between my thighs, pushing aside the lace of my thong as he strokes my folds with his fingers. I shudder at the intense arousal that roars through my body.
“Holy fuck, you little slut. You’re so wet,” he breathes, his fingers pressing inside me.
A lone tear tracks down my cheek as my pussy clenches around his fingers.
“I wonder if I could make you come with just the whip,” he suggests lightly, as though he’s striking up a conversation about the weather.
My eyes grow wide as I silently plead for him to stop. But Nicolo doesn’t seem to notice. Stroking down my chest with the tip of the whip, Nicolo circles each nipple before sliding the whip down to the peak of my thighs. He gives it a playful tap against the outside of my panties that makes my hips jerk from the jolt of electric arousal. He hums his amusement as a wicked smile curls slowly across his face.
Withdrawing the whip for a moment, Nicolo snaps it across my left breast, catching my sensitive nipple, already puckered from his attention. I scream from behind the gag, my nerves lighting on fire even as my core tightens. Nicolo returns to his gentle attention, tickling my skin once more. But I know he’s not done. He might keep doing this until he makes me come.
Shockingly, though all he’s done is use me roughly and spank me, I’m on the verge of release. I’m so mortified; I would crawl into a hole and die if I could. I’m anticipating the second snap of the whip across my other nipple, but that doesn’t lessen its intensity in the slightest. A scream rips from my throat as I thrash against my bindings. But the worst part is how my clit pulses painfully, demanding relief.
Nicolo lightly traces the whip along my jawbone and then to my sternum before traveling further down. He snaps it against my flesh as soon as the crop finds my clit. The agony is overwhelmingly intense for a split second before I come, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado. Gasping and shuddering, I collapse against the restraints on my wrists as I ride out wave after wave of euphoria.
