Chapter 14: Chapter 14

"Ciao, Ludovica," Dario greeted me calmly, closing the door behind him, while my heart seemed to fail just at the way he said my name.

Like every damn time!

"Dario," I nodded to him, nervously getting up from my bed, causing him to cast his intense gaze over me and my dress. He was leaning calmly against the door, looking damn good doing it and at the moment seemed to be thinking hard about how to start the conversation with me.

I watched him closely, still not being able to judge him and his intentions, his presence made me increasingly nervous, which also ended in me chewing my lip uncertainly.

"Why didn't you say no when I asked you to?" he suddenly asked into the silence, crossing his arms over his chest to look at me expectantly. I was perplexed by his directness and uncertainly avoided his eyes in order to be able to collect myself for a moment, but he immediately snapped his fingers several times, so that I sought his gaze again. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

The tone of his voice became darker and somehow very assertive, so that despite my insecurity, I forced myself to meet his intense stares, no matter how much they took my breath away.

"Because there was no other option for me," I explained and he immediately raised his eyebrows, simultaneously leaning on the door and walking towards me.

"Don't you think I've found a solution?" he asked, and I frowned and shook my head in the negative while he stood a few feet in front of me, just staring at me in silence.

"I had exactly three options and one of them was worse than the other, with Gino probably being the least evil. Besides, you weren't in this office. How would you have wanted to help me?" I defended my decision and suddenly felt it much smaller than I already did. After all, I was still something of a whore after all. Given to a mafia boss and deflowered by the one in front of me.

Everything is going great for me.

"You don't know him, otherwise you would have made a different decision," Dario whispered, barely audible, and I tilted my head a little to look at him questioningly.

"I don't know you either and you still seem nice, even if you're kinda weird," I replied confidently, crossing my arms, only to notice him tapping his stupid watch again.

"You think I'm nice?", he grinned and took another step closer, which made my heart beat a beat a beat faster, but I concentrated completely on the fact with the clock and tried to distract from the current topic.

"Do you have a tic?"

"A tick?" he repeated, irritated, and at that moment I pointed to his watch with my finger, which he also glanced at briefly before he fixed on me again. "The tap is more of a warning than a tick."

"A warning?" I asked and didn't understand anything at that moment.

"The first tap was for not saying no to Enzo. The second for just laughing out loud. The third for the wine on my face and this one," he explained calmly, even seeming to enjoy it To let myself fall further and further into the confusion. "This was for crossing your arms. A sign of disrespect, especially when we're in the middle of a conversation."

"And your typing is what? Show me that I'm behaving wrong?" I asked almost completely irritated and when he then nodded, I realized from his serious expression that it wasn't a joke, even if I still wasn't fully understood what he was trying to warn me about.

"You will learn and understand that it is for your pleasure," he let me know without expression, pointing to the bed behind me. "Now sit down."

I turned around to the bed briefly, then looked at him again and crossed my arms in an extra provocative way, while also raising my eyebrows in a provocative manner.

"And if I'd rather stand now? Will you bet again?"

"Ohh, Ludovica," he whispered and came so close to me that I had to look up at him again, intimidated by his aura. "Do not provoke me."

I swallowed hard and just as he was about to say something else with his menacing look in my eyes, my confidence slipped and I raised my hands in surrender.

"It's okay. We don't want the glass of the watch to suffer," I said, slightly amused, and carefully sat down on the edge of my bed, only to look at him expectantly.

Very slowly he brought his hands to his neck and undid his black tie, which I watched tensely but also with a pinch of curiosity, until he had removed it and was looking at me intently.

"Hands forward," he demanded firmly and I wanted to refuse on the one hand, but somehow the thought of what was going to happen now and also the memory of last night made me feel something like anticipation. It felt like a game to me. A game that demanded my absolute devotion to him and his charisma almost forced me and my body to obey him without will.

He squatted down in front of me, wrapped my outstretched hands in his tie, and while you'd think he just wanted to tie me up, he did it all with such care and calm that it was almost tender.

As soon as he was done, he gave his tie a tight tug to see if it would hold before looking up into my eyes.

"Too hard?" he wanted to know and I tested it myself. Although I couldn't free my hands, it still didn't hurt, which was very comforting, even though my heart was beating in my throat at the moment.

"No, it's pleasant," I replied, wondering myself why I used the word pleasant. It almost sounded like I'd enjoy surrendering myself to him like that.

"Good," he nodded and suddenly lifted my right foot to push the dress up a bit, showing off my white sneaker and giving me a warning look. "Didn't I say just wait for me in your dress?"

"Sorry?" I grinned crookedly and he rolled his eyes in frustration to take off my right and then my left shoe. He did it all in a very relaxed manner and that's how I adapted to him and found relaxation despite this completely new situation.

"Get up," he instructed me, snapping me out of my thoughts while he got up and watched me in fascination.

What would happen now.

I stood in front of him and kept staring into his blue eyes until he turned his hand once and I recognized it as some sort of command.

"Shall I turn around?" I asked uncertainly and he nodded while he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt neatly and I was now somehow panicking slightly.

I did as he asked anyway and turned my back to him, which made me feel like I had no control over the situation at all. He was the one who decided all by himself what would happen now and I was the only one who would let it happen. But I had to admit one thing. It felt incredibly good not to have to think about what my next action would be. He made those decisions for me and I was able to completely let go of all my tension and stress for a moment.

"Bend forward on the bed," I heard his next command and then supported myself with my tied hands on the bed to stretch my bottom towards him, which made me slightly uncomfortable now, but I ignored my doubts, breathed deeply and closed my eyes.

I nervously listened to my breathing, felt my heart beating with adrenaline and immediately afterwards his hands on my ankles, which very slowly and gently pushed my long dress up so far that my bottom and legs were completely exposed in front of him . Only my panties still covered my most intimate parts, which made me blush just imagining how he saw me now.

His fingers ran only once gently over my already heated middle and when I heard his soft, agitated moan, my body began to tremble from sheer tension, while I moaned softly.

"You're wet," he breathed, putting his rough hand on my right buttock while supporting my waist with the other.

"I'm going to hurt you now and I want you to tell me after every punch if you want to continue."

"What?!", I asked confused and wanted to turn around to him, but then he reached out and let his flat hand hit my buttock with a lot of effort, so that I took a deep breath and had to suppress a whimper.

I tried to free myself from the bonds, was completely overwhelmed by this sudden strain and only calmed down again when his hand, which had just hurt me, gently stroked my buttocks and made the stabbing pain more bearable.

"Can you bear it?" he asked calmly and I didn't know why, but because he was being so gentle with me again, my body got so hot that I could practically feel my panties getting wet and my body demanded more of this madness of feeling.

It was just intoxicating in a way.

"Yes, it can be endured," I answered clearly and then immediately felt that his second blow was a little softer. Either he felt that the first blow was very hard for me, or he couldn't judge his strength properly. I didn't know.

He stroked my surely already red buttocks tenderly again and then struck out for the third blow, which made me scream out loud, with such force he struck and at the same time I felt a tear running down my cheeks, while my body tearing apart from sheer excitement threatened. It was sheer chaos that threatened to overwhelm me, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Didn't I tell you to tell me after every hit whether you want to continue?!" he wanted to know in his dark voice and I could clearly hear from the sound of his words that he was still very much much more than excited me to have myself in such a position in front of him and to be able to do with me what he wanted.

"I forgot," I murmured apologetically and then felt the fourth hit, which seemed a little more comfortable again, even though I still felt something like pain.

When he then suddenly released his hand from my waist and I could no longer feel his other hand on my buttocks, an emerging emptiness arose in me, which seemed even worse and more unbearable to me than the pain just before. My body seemed so eager for his closeness that I felt like I could climax from just a fleeting touch from him, driving me insane.

"Dario," I whispered imploringly and was about to get up when I suddenly felt full of anticipation that he pushed my panties aside. I moaned longingly from that alone and closed my eyes again while, without any instructions from him, I spread my legs further apart to be able to receive him completely.

He didn't take his time to prepare me like the first time, but thrust his cock into my wet center so hard that I threatened to fall over with a groan, but he quickly grabbed my shoulders and held me in a position that allowed it allowed him to fuck me as mercilessly as he needed and wanted at the moment.

Again and again he thrust into my narrow column with firm thrusts and rhythmic movements, while my almost breathless moans occupied the entire room and I also listened to his excited sounds with pleasure. The thought that he was enjoying my devotion so much made me incredibly proud in a way and with every renewed penetration of him I felt myself getting wetter and my climax slowly starting to spread out in waves, but before I could As soon as he was able to fully receive him, Dario suddenly pulled me up by my shoulder so that my back, shaking with excitement, pressed firmly against his chest.

"Were you about to come?" he asked, panting heavily, running his hand over my stomach, down to my sensitive spot, stroking it briefly, making me groan and lay my head on his shoulder and my pelvis pleadingly moved.

"Yes," I admitted breathlessly, enjoying the moment being so close to him, feeling his heartbeat against my back and his breath on my neck as he continued to slowly push his cock into me to stretch himself sink deep inside me.

"You'll come if I allow you," he whispered in my ear and his voice alone almost made me cum, but just as I closed my eyes and almost wanted to force my liberating orgasm, he pulled himself completely out of me and twisted my waist around to face him.

Full of lust and desire, I looked at him and only breathed in gasps while he bit his lower lip and put on an irresistible smile.

"Do you want to cum?" he whispered softly, running his finger over my lip, turning me on so much that I had to squeeze my legs together.

"Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes to suck lightly on his fingers, which tasted like me and continued to heat my core.

"Then ask me for it," he demanded confidently, and I opened my eyes again to look at him pleadingly.

"Please, Dario. Please," I said pleadingly and he pointed back to the bed, where I immediately sat down without hesitation and hoped for salvation on his part.

"Lie down," he ordered, and I flopped onto my back to watch him curiously as he knelt between my legs and took my bound hands in his. He draped her over my head and hugged her to the bed once, presumably to tell me to leave her there and I wouldn't dare move her. His charisma did not allow for any further non-compliance with his orders.

Stretching my body, I looked down at his breathtakingly beautiful upper body, which he slowly and carefully lowered onto me, while I felt his cock again in my middle and tensely held my breath over it.

His lust-veiled eyes locked on mine as he suddenly thrust himself into me with a force that made my body tremble and made me scream.

"Dario," I subconsciously moaned his name, closing my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of his exertion, but he immediately cupped my chin and brought his face closer to mine.

"Look at me, kindly," he whispered excitedly and tirelessly penetrated my center while I could feel my orgasm coming again by looking into his eyes.

"I'm coming," I breathed and he suddenly shook his head in the negative, which made me look at him with wide eyes.

"Not yet," he ordered earnestly, still penetrating me deeply and firmly, so that I couldn't help but come right away.

"I have to," I moaned, gasping for breath from the tension, but he wrapped his hand around my neck and continued to give me a warning look while another thrust from him made me groan.

"You will," he began, sinking into me so mercilessly several times that my entire body shook. "Come only if I allow it," he finished his sentence and no matter how difficult it was for me, I suppressed the need to let go, which was definitely a lot worse than the pain in one buttock.

"Dario, please," I begged with a groan and stretched my body, whereupon he briefly closed his eyes and groaned loudly. "Please let me come," I almost begged, looking deep into his eyes as he tightened his grip on my neck and placed his other hand on my pelvis.

"Then come for me, little one," he finally gave me his permission and at that moment I felt his cock sliding between my wet walls so intensely that I groaned loudly and everything inside me contracted in agony as he opened his hand to me my mouth and nipped my moans in the bud.

"Fuck," he moaned too, and I suddenly felt his hot orgasm deep inside me, and despite this indescribable climax, which completely taxed me mentally and physically, I was shocked that he wasn't wearing a condom, but my mind seemed completely dissolved and I closed my eyes, only breathing heavily, while my entire body trembled under his.