36
Alessio
I grab her arm and hoist her body over my shoulder.
Her fists hammer at my back, legs kicking.
“Alessio!” She smacks me again.
“Put me down!”
She can kick, scream, and claw at me all she wants.
It won’t change a damn thing; it only fuels the fire burning under my skin.
Heads turn as we pass, but no one’s stupid enough to say anything or step in.
They know better.
The Grotto has two exits, the main one through the casino and another that leads straight to the lot.
I take the direct route, pushing through the doors with Liv still struggling in my arms.
When I reach the car, I drop her onto her feet, not gently .
She needs to understand how dangerous her little stunt was.
The second her heels hit the pavement, she looks up at me, green eyes blazing with fire.
Her lips part, about to let out whatever smartass comment she’s holding.
But that’s not happening.
I plant my hands on the car, caging her in.
Her chest rises and falls, lips still parted.
“You’re in fucking trouble,” I growl.
She swallows but stands her ground.
“For what?” she fires back, pressing her palms against me like she thinks she can push me away.
Liv’s playing with fucking fire, and she knows it .
“For leaving without protection,” I snap.
“For walking into that damn casino, surrounded by men who’d love to get their hands on you. For thinking you could pull this shit and not deal with the fucking consequences.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” she pushes, full of sass.
“That’s because you didn’t see every bastard in there eye-fucking you,” I growl.
Just thinking about it makes my hands twitch.
The urge to go back and fight every man who looked at her, then rip out their fucking eyes out so they can’t look at her again.
Her lips curl into that smirk that drives me insane.
“Aww, baby, are you jealous?”
I laugh bitterly and shake my head, stepping closer until her back hits the car.
“I’m not jealous, Liv,” I tell her, grabbing her chin and tilting her face to me.
“You can only be jealous when something isn’t yours.”
Her brow lifts like she wants to challenge me, but she doesn’t.
“I’m territorial,” I say, holding her stare.
“Big fucking difference.”
Her lips part again, maybe to argue or toss out another bratty comment—but I spin her around, pressing her chest against the hood of my Rolls-Royce Ghost.
My fingers slide up her thigh, dragging her dress to her waist.
My palm comes down on her ass hard.
Liv gasps, her body jolting against the car.
Her hands brace herself on the hood, nails scraping the paint.
I land another spank on her other cheek, watching her skin turn a deep, satisfying red.
I grab her by the throat and pull her back against me, my lips grazing her ear.
“Get in the car. Now.”
I don’t let her answer.
I keep my grip firm on her throat as I walk her to the passenger side, only letting go when I open the door.
Liv takes a step forward, then stops.
“What about the car I drove here?”
“I’ll have it picked up,” I bite out, pushing her into the seat and slamming the door shut.
I don’t give a shit what she drove.
It’s the least of my concerns right now .
I round the hood, climb into the driver’s seat barefoot, shirtless, with blood still smeared across my knuckles.
Rage burns under my skin.
The whole ride is silent.
I white-knuckle the steering wheel with my jaw clenched so tight it aches.
Liv doesn’t say a word, she just stares out the window, fully aware she fucked up.
Pulling into the garage, I kill the engine.
She reaches for the handle, but she’s too slow.
I’m out first, dragging her out and hauling her over my shoulder again.
Her fists pound against my back, but they are weaker now.
I take the stairs two at a time, slapping her ass mid-struggle, earning a soft gasp.
I don’t head for the bedroom.
I take her to my other room.
The one she calls my den of sin.
We’ve played with plenty of things, but I’ve never fucked her in here.
I never brought her back since the day I caught her snooping around.
I wasn’t sure she could handle it.
But tonight isn’t about play.
It’s about punishment.
And she’s damn well going to feel it.
I kick the door shut behind us and set her on her feet.
Her hair’s starting to fall from the updo, and her cheeks look flushed.
I stalk to the closet and yank it open, dragging out the bench.
The legs scrape against the floor as I pull it into place.
The built-in shackles dangle from each side.
Her eyes drop to it, then back to me.
She licks her lips, but there’s no smirk now.
Just her pulse pounding at her neck.
I close the distance between us, grab the fabric of her dress, and rip it off her, the fabric pooling at her feet.
No bra, the dress cut too low for that, and her skin practically glows in the room’s low lighting.
“You didn’t have to rip it,” Liv protests.
I laugh but it’s fucking humorless.
“Do you really think I give a fuck about a dress right now?”
Liv lets out an exaggerated breath, like she wants to argue but doesn’t.
I fucking love how she fights me, and how she always, always gives in.
She tries to step back, but I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me.
Her body shivers, but her chin lifts in defiance with fire still burning in her eyes.
I don’t give her a chance to fire back.
My hand remains on her hips, steering her backward across the room.
The bench doesn’t look like much at first glance.
It resembles a weightlifting bench, but this is anything but just another piece of equipment.
The legs move apart, and there are leather cuffs that hold her whole body in place .
It’s not designed for comfort, it’s designed to remind Liv she’s at my fucking mercy.
And she’s about to remember exactly who the fuck she belongs to.
I spin her around.
Her eyes drop to the shackles, then back to me.
Her nipples pebble, and that mouth of hers curves into a dangerous smile.
I grab her waist and flip her forward, pressing her stomach to the cold leather.
Her breath hitches, and her body jerks when her bare skin meets the surface.
I want her to feel every second of this; to know she has no way out.
My hands roam down her body, savoring the goosebumps that rise over her skin.
Her hips shift just enough to make that perfect ass jiggle.
I strap her wrists into the shackles, tightening the leather until she’s locked in place with no chance of escape.
Her body shifts, testing the restraints, but she’s not moving much.
I head to the dresser drawer and grab a few things, including my blade, my fingers closing around the handle, the same handle that played in her pussy the night I took her.
I flip it open, the metal snapping into place.
Liv’s head turns toward the sound, lips parting with a breath she can’t hold back, and fuck if that doesn’t shoot straight to my cock .
I drag the knife across the bench, metal scraping against the surface, making her body stiffen.
That’s exactly what I want, her on edge and not knowing what’s coming next.
I slip a red satin blindfold over her eyes, cutting off her sight.
The second darkness wraps around her, she squirms.
Her breath starts to quicken, and her hips press into the bench like she’s searching for something to hold on to.
But there’s nothing…
just me.
“Breathe, Sirena ,” I rasp against her ear.
I drag the flat edge of the blade down her spine, slow enough to make her squirm.
Her body reacts right away, and a soft moan slips past her lips.
She’s already losing it, and I haven’t even started.
The knife catches on the waistband of her panties.
I flip the blade and slice through the lace.
Her breath hitches, but I don’t stop.
The blade drifts lower, sliding along the inside of her thigh, just close enough to her pussy to drive her crazy.
Her hips shift, but she’s not getting what she wants.
Not until I say so.
Liv’s panties hang between her legs, torn and still warm from her body.
I grab them, pulling slow, making sure she feels every damn second.
The fabric is soaked.
Fuck .
I twist them in my hand, bring them to my face, and breathe her in .
“Damn,” I grunt.
“You smell like heaven and sin all at once.”
Her body shivers, and I know she feels every word.
My fingers brush up her pussy, “Look at this,” I say, holding my hand to her, even though she can’t see me.
“You’re already dripping, Sirena .” Her breath stutters.
I can’t tell if she’s embarrassed, turned on, or both.
I rub my wet finger over her lips.
Her lips part, her tongue licking her lips like the good fucking girl that she is.
I adjust the legs of the bench, spreading her thighs until she’s open wide for me.
Letting the cold air hit her cunt that’s begging to be fucked.
I step back, taking in the sight of Liv spread out and restrained, pussy on display, ready for me to do whatever the hell I want.
“Look at you,” I tell her, letting my fingers trail along the curve of her thigh, the pad of my thumb brushing up her lips.
“You’ve got no idea how fucking perfect you look right now, spread out and dripping for me.”
Every shiver, every breath, every inch of her belongs to me.
“This is a punishment,” I tell her.
“Got it?”
“Y-yes.” She whimpers, but there’s no mistaking the heat behind it.
She wants this punishment just as bad as I want to give it to her .
The flogger cracks against her ass.
Her body jerks as her wrists pull against the restraints.
Her breathing quickens, chest pressing into the bench.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” The words come out shaky, tinged with that moan she can’t hold back.
My fingers tighten around the soaked lace in my hand.
I bring it up to her mouth, and her lips part.
I shove the panties between them, watching her jaw stretch around the fabric.
Breathing through her nose as she adjusts.
Not like there’s much fabric, but it’ll work well enough as a gag.
“If you make that noise again,” I warn, leaning in close, “I’m gonna lose all fucking control.” My hand drifts to her inner thigh, I give her pussy a light tap, enough to make her jolt.
I tap her pussy again, earning another muffled moan, and a slow grin tugs at my lips.
The way she responds.
God, it’s a drug I can’t get enough of.
Bending down, I drag my tongue along her pussy, savoring the taste of her sweet cunt.
Her moan hits my ears and it’s so fucking soft and sweet, but I pull back before she can enjoy this.
I give her another tap, but this whip’s doing jack shit except making her pussy even wetter.
I toss it aside and reach into the drawer for the leather collar choker.
It has her squirming before I even fasten it.
Liv’s got a thing for my hand necklace, but this is next level.
Then I reach for the paddle, made of solid wood and almost a foot long.
I run my fingers over my name, hollowed out in the center.
I need to brand her ass with my name so Liv knows who the fuck this ass belongs to.
I run the paddle along her ass, watching her legs shift as she pulls against the restraints, but she stays in place.
I hold the paddle in the air.
“You ready to take your punishment like a good girl?”
“Mmmhmm,” she agrees, muffled by the fabric in her mouth
Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of red, but she wiggles her ass, tempting me more.
I yank the panties from her mouth.
“This is gonna hurt.”
“Do your worst, Warden,” she fires back, somehow still sounding cocky when she’s the one all tied up.
God, I fucking love her mouth almost as much as I love shutting it.
A feral grin tugs at my lips.
“Oh, I intend to, Sirena .”
I straighten up and move between her spread legs.
I slide the vibrating thruster that’s suctioned under the bench into place.
It thrusts forward, but I pull it back just enough to graze her pussy to tease her.
It’s not even fucking close enough to satisfy her, just enough to push her to the edge.
Her hips shift, trying to chase her pleasure, but the restraints hold her exactly where I want her.
“Count,” I order.
The paddle comes down on her left cheek hard.
She yelps, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I pull back and see the fresh imprint of my name, red and clear across her ass.
Now, that’s fucking art.
“O-one,” she gasps, but it sounds more like a moan than a number.
I don’t let her catch her breath, swinging the paddle again and connecting with her right cheek.
This time, harder.
The slap echoes through the room, and her body jolts against the restraints.
“T-two!” Liv cries out, quivering between pain and pleasure.
Her ass is covered in fresh marks, every single one is mine.
The way she grips the bench, breathing hard, has me ready to rip my shorts off and fuck her right here.
By the time I get to the last one, her pussy is soaked, dripping from the bench to the floor, and her skin is painted red with my name branded across it.
The last one needs to count.
I raise the paddle and bring it down hard, watching her body jolt against the restraints.
Fucking beautiful.
“T-Ten,” Liv moans out.
I move the thruster away from her pussy, sliding my finger up her soaked cunt.
She whimpers, trembling as her body tries to recover from the sting.
“You’re fucking drenched.”
I yank the blindfold off, and Liv’s eyes flutter open, her face flushed and exhausted.
She lets out a desperate whimper that makes my cock ache, straining against my shorts.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I shove my shorts down, kicking them aside without breaking eye contact.
Her head tilts to the side, and her eyes meet mine, bright and eager, and fuck if that doesn’t make me lose it.
I nudge the head of my cock against her lips.
“Open,” I growl, and she obeys, opening her mouth wide .
Good girl .
I lace my fingers through her hair and don’t ease in.
I slam forward, forcing her lips wide around my cock.
She tries to adjust, but I’m not giving her the chance.
Her warm mouth wraps around me so fucking perfectly.
Her eyes water, but she doesn’t back off.
No, she fucking takes it, moaning like it’s got her just as wound up as I am.
That vibration sends fire shooting down my spine.
I twist my fingers deeper into her hair, yanking her head back so I can drive in rougher, faster.
My fist is tangled in her hair until I loosen my grip and pull out just long enough to snatch the flogger off the floor.
I slam back into her mouth, and I snap the flogger across her ass at the same time.
The sound of the leather hitting her ass makes a stinging noise, but her gasp on my dick sends a wave of pure fucking ecstasy through me.
She moans, and I can feel her throat tightening around me, pulling me deeper.
“Yeah, just like that, Dolcezza,” I snarl, my hips pounding against her face.
Her eyes roll back, but she keeps taking me, swallowing every inch, milking me until I’m right on the brink.
The rush hits me hard.
My grip tightens in her hair, and I let go, spilling into her mouth with a guttural groan.
She swallows every drop, not wasting a single bit.
My greedy, perfect girl sucks me clean like she needs more of me.
My chest heaves as I look down at her, messy hair, swollen lips, and eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” I breathe, running my thumb along her jaw.
“You really are my best fucking addiction.”