Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Unfortunately, since there wasn't enough space in the Ferrari, we kind of stuffed everything in my footwell and on my lap. For the entire drive back, Gino talked to some of his club's customers on the speakerphone in the car, which gave me time to relax a bit.

I just listened while looking out the window and noticed, among other things, that some girls asked for more money than they were entitled to and still others refused to engage in certain sexual acts, which made me feel weird in my stomach. My fiancé may have had a good day today, for once, but he was still kind of a pimp and spoke in the worst possible terms about these women himself, occasionally getting upset and making me bit my lower lip nervously.

When, after a while, I finally saw the villa down the road, I was looking forward to showering and changing, but my anticipation quickly faded.

"You're going to accompany me to work today," Gino said, and I immediately gave him a questioning look.

"Why?" I wanted to know and I was afraid he wanted to force me to do something again, but he seemed to need my help more.

"Because I'm not good with women. Especially not when they are childish and bitchy and just don't do what I ask. I don't have enough bullets in my gun, I'm that angry and I didn't really plan to to cause a bloodbath. Talk to them and encourage them, understand?"

He leaned over and looked at me expectantly with his dark eyes as he ran his fingers through his black hair.

"I can try," I retorted, wryly thinking that I might be the last person who should talk girls into doing something like that. But even less did I want Gino to harm them. I knew all too well by now how quickly his moods could change. I didn't want to impose that on others.

He nodded happily and got out of the car to walk around and open my door for me. He carefully grabbed the bags and lifted them out so that I could then get up and stretch for a moment. Ferraris were really nice to look at, but they weren't exactly comfortable. Especially not with several bags on your lap.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Enzo's loud voice sounded as he ran out of the villa and was about to light a cigar in front of us.

"Non le piacciono le sigarette, Padre (She doesn't like cigarettes, Dad)", Gino said firmly and got a completely confused look from his father, who glanced at me and held the cigar further away before turning to Gino again turned towards

"Anyway. Nunzio is already on the way and needs your help. Please drive off and call him," Enzo ordered and after Gino nodded to him, he pressed all the bags against his chest and briefly turned to me.

"See you later, piccola anatra." (small duck)

He pinched my cheek once and walked quickly back to the Ferrari, while I watched him thoughtfully and heard the loud roar of the engine.

"I knew you guys would be fine. He needs a guiding hand," Enzo caught my attention again, apparently having no idea what was going on here last night. Maybe better that way.

"Si," I nodded and took the many bags from him to walk alone into the villa, where the pleasantly cool air immediately blew towards me.

I ran up the stairs, entered my room and first put all the bags on the big bed and then opened the closet behind me, where I tried to make space, which I didn't quite succeed in doing.

Gino really had a lot of clothes, most of which were black, white and red, which kind of suited him.

"Signorina Mancini", there was a sudden knock on the door and only after a fleeting moment did I realize that I was meant, which seemed really strange to me.

"Komm rein!"

It was yesterday's maid who looked shyly at me and then cleared her throat.

"I've got some new clothes to wash," she informed me, and I pointed to the bed behind me, still busy putting Gino's suits away neatly.

She snuck past me, grabbed the bags and left with them just as quickly as she had come, which I ignored until I remembered that once again I had nothing to wear at all except what was on my body wore.

"Damn," I murmured, looking at a white Gino shirt that still looked better than the shirt I was wearing. I grabbed it and pulled another pair of his black pants from the closet to hurry to the bathroom.

I undressed, took my time in the shower, and then emerged from the cabin clean and tidy, where my eyes immediately fell on the tie I'd stolen. It appealed to me and I haven't enjoyed anything this much in a long time. The last time it was the expensive watch that Filippo has probably found and sold by now.

I stood there naked and picked up the tie to study it for a long time. My thoughts flew to Dario and how it would feel if he dominated me with that piece of cloth, but I quickly dismissed those thoughts and dried myself with a towel, then changed into Gino's shirt and trousers .

With a look in the mirror, I immediately noticed that he was a lot taller than me, but I didn't let that deter me. Gino was right, after all. What did I care what a person like Giovanna thought of me.

I straightened my shirt, rolled up my arms a bit, and then picked up my tie to sneak back into the room.

I quickly stuffed the tie behind the closet, hoping that it wouldn't be found there first, and then took a belt from Gino, with which I pressed the pants that were too big against my body, so that at least they didn't slip anymore .

"So," I then said to myself and boredly looked around the room without really knowing what to do next.

But to my surprise, the time alone didn't last too long.

"Gino?"

Dario's voice immediately sent a pleasant shiver down my spine and goosebumps down my arms, and for a moment I wasn't even able to move a single step while the heat got to my head and I stared at the door in a daze.

Only when there was another knock did I shake myself and quickly ran to the door to open it in a hurry.

His blue eyes met mine, and again my mind went almost completely blank as he eyed my outfit curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"You could easily be mistaken," he said to my shirt and trousers and then walked past me into the room to put his hands in his pockets and turn around to face me. "Where is he?"

"I don't know," I admitted shyly and immediately noticed that I hardly had my big mouth around Dario. He intimidated me almost more than Gino, but not out of fear. there was something else between us that was hard to put into words.

"Didn't you guys leave together after he lost control again?"

I briefly recalled the situation with Giovanna and the stranger before nodding and looking at him again.

"Si. We went shopping, but he had to do something urgent with Nunzio," I explained truthfully, trying to convey the same calmness as he did, but I didn't quite succeed because I felt nervous with my feet over the light-colored ones carpet painted.

"Aha," Dario said thoughtfully and fixed my gaze, but quickly avoided it to walk over to the window. "Was he at least nice to you?"

He stared at me expectantly and I nodded again in agreement.

"Except for the fact that he calls me a duck, yes, which is supposed to be some kind of insult," I explained and immediately noticed how shocked Dario was.

"He calls you duck?" he asked, stunned and I didn't understand at all what was going on with him.

"Yes why?"

He ran his fingers through his dark hair while staring out the window, lost in thought, and I didn't know if that meant something good or bad, because Dario didn't answer my question even after a few minutes of silence.

"Did you find nice clothes?", he instead distracted from the topic and took a few slow steps towards me until he came to a halt in front of me and I seemed to lose myself in his intense gaze.

"Yes," I answered, almost breathless, and quickly turned around to pad to the closet, pulled my tie out from behind, and walked towards him again, smiling. "I brought you something too."

He frowned and stared at the tie in my hands, which I held out to him proudly, although I did wonder if I was really tight.

"And Gino just bought it for you?" he wanted to know and took a closer look at it until I spotted a fleeting smile on his lips and I was more than happy about it.

"Well," I began, biting my lower lip in embarrassment, which made him look at me expectantly again. "I stole it," I then whispered, barely audibly and far too quickly, causing him to take a step toward me and glare at me sternly.

"What?" he asked quietly, lifting my chin while sweeping his blue irises back and forth between my eyes.

"I stole it," I repeated, then babbled on nervously. "I just wanted to make you happy! She was so beautiful and I immediately thought of you!"

His gaze kept darting back and forth between me and the tie, which made me more and more nervous, and when he grinned at me defiantly, I couldn't quite understand whether he thought that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"You like to provoke me, don't you?" he asked, suddenly twisting me around on my waist, making me gasp in shock and my heart pounding several times. "First that with the apple and now this," he whispered, taking my hands behind me, and I immediately felt him put my tie around my neck and pull it tight.

"You think I'm acting like this to get punished?" I questioned him and he turned me back to face him while I realized my hands were locked tightly behind my back.

"I think you'd be happy to cede control to me, that's all," he explained, crouching down in front of me to put his hands on the belt of my pants, which made me tremble slightly from excitement.

My body didn't need time to get excited about Dario. When he was near me, my body immediately gave in willingly, literally begging for his touch, enjoying his manly scent and his total exertion, which now made me lose all control over myself again.

I looked down at him greedily, observed how he gently drove around the waistband of his pants and then simply pulled them down together with his panties. The funny thing was that I suddenly wasn't ashamed in front of him anymore. He looked at me and my body with such an expression that made me feel beautiful and at the same time seemed to take such pleasure in me that I was only too happy to give my devotion to him.

"Oh, Dario," I moaned softly as he suddenly ran his fingers up my already wet cunt, letting my head fall back to just savor this feeling of desire to the fullest.

"Spread your legs, little one," he commanded in a trembling voice and I did so without hesitation, at which point he ran his tongue down my middle with so much relish that I bit my lower lip in excitement to avoid a loud groan.

"You're always so wet," he stated, standing up so quickly that my heart was beating against my ribs with full force from sheer anticipation. "Turn around," he demanded, undoing his pants.

I turned around to face the bed and he immediately pushed me down into the mattress by my shoulder, keeping my already bound hands fixed with his other hand behind my back.

"What do you want, Ludovica?" he whispered, pressing his pelvis so tightly against mine that I could feel his hard excitement on my buttocks and had to gasp for air, overwhelmed.

"You," I answered with a breath and stretched my butt towards him.

"So you want me to make you climax?"

"Ja!"

"Even though you're so provocative?"

I looked at him over my shoulder and knew he wanted to punish me. The pain was part of his passion and I looked pleadingly into his excitement-covered eyes.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, still feeling his hardness against my buttocks, which made it incredibly difficult for me to even think straight. "I don't do it extra."

He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my shoulder while keeping his eyes on mine and shivering all over my body again.

"I know," he whispered, then stood up again to nudge his cock very slowly into my center, making me close my eyes while taking deep breaths and enjoying his exertion to the fullest.

His thrusts were rhythmic, but he always pushed so painfully slowly that I threatened to make him an announcement. I wanted more, wanted it deeper and more intensely, but at the same time I knew that this was my punishment, which made me savor it despite everything.

"You make me so horny," he breathed, moaning, my whole body tingling at his words as his deep voice made me moan. The feeling of pleasing him was simply indescribable.

I felt him leaning over me with his toned body, placing his hands on either side of my shoulders and running his lips gently down my neck, almost more arousing to me than his slow thrusts.

"Want it harder?" he whispered close to my ear and then bit my earlobe lightly, making me wince and lick my lips.

"Yes, please," I moaned pleadingly and he immediately grabbed my neck to press me even more firmly into the mattress.

"Are you going to provoke me further?" he breathed sternly and paused for a moment before I shook my head in the negative and he then thrust his hard cock into me so hard I had to press my face into the covers for fear that the whole house would otherwise hear my redeeming moans.

He pushed me down harder and harder, thrusting harder and slower to stop as I began to tremble more and more, which was beyond frustrating to me.

"Please let me come," I immediately begged for release and looked at him over my shoulder, which must have excited him so much that he bit his lower lip in pleasure and began penetrating me violently again.

"Dare you cum," he moaned defiantly and I clenched my legs tightly to somehow encourage my climax, but he immediately grabbed my hair and gently pulled me up on it. "Spread your legs!"

"I can't," I admitted through clenched teeth, feeling like I couldn't hold myself back anymore. "Dario, I'm coming!" I breathed apologetically, but when he suddenly stopped moving completely inside me, I started to move my pelvis in frustration and even felt tears collecting in my eyes. "Please, Dario please," I whimpered, feeling like my whole body was under high tension. A push from him would have been enough to make me climax, but he wouldn't let it.

He let go of my hair very gently, so I positioned my head sideways on the mattress again while I swallowed hard and felt like touching myself. I wanted my orgasm! Wanted to be released, so I pressed my pelvis against him again, which seemed to please him because I heard his dark moaning.

"Dario, please!"

"Look at me," he demanded, to my surprise, and when I immediately turned to him, he continued to move with rhythmic, violent thrusts while I looked deep into his eyes, my breathing only jerkily slipped over my lips and I felt the waves of my climax coming

"Say my name!", he commanded decisively and pushed so hard that I could hardly get a word.

"Dario," I moaned out of breath and he immediately grabbed my chin and gave me a warning look.

"Again! Who fucks you to climax?!"

"Dario," I moaned again and again and then listened to his horny groan while I lost myself in his eyes and I finally found my redeeming climax, which came over me like a wave of madness and swept everything with it.

"Oh god," I gasped out loud, feeling like my body was going to rip with the intensity, so I dropped my head back onto the soft mattress and struggled to catch my breath.

"Shit," I suddenly heard Dario curse, who hurriedly pulled out of me and quickly untied the ties from my hands.

"What's going on?!" I demanded and sat down on the edge of the bed, still agitated, while I watched him irritated as he fastened his belt.

"Gino is back," he explained, and my heart almost stopped at this statement. I had also heard a car, but didn't think that far as my brain seemed to be slow to function again.

"Dio mio," I breathed in panic and was about to get up when I heard footsteps in front of the door and froze.