“See what I mean?” Mr. Rossi glared at me but his words were clearly meant for the man he was with. “She still needs a lot of training.”
“Yes, but it’ll be worth it. She’s a beauty,” the man with him uttered before the pair stepped away toward the rear of the plane.
The two of them sat across from each other with a table between them and their conversation picked up in Italian without another word to me.
Lowering my head, I knew I’d let Madam down. I should have done better, but I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’d been sold to one man, let alone him sharing me with other men when he pleased.
A scantily-clad woman stepped from behind a curtain where I hadn’t seen her hiding. She closed the door of the plane and then headed toward the men. I made sure to keep my head dipped enough that she wouldn’t catch me watching her until she was out of my line of sight. I didn’t know how she managed to walk in her sky-high heels or sway her hips the way she did, but I knew I would have to learn if I wanted to fit in Mr. Rossi’s world. The burning in my cheek reminded me that he wasn’t going to accept anything less than perfect — not that a slap to the face shocked or surprised me in the least.
The flight seemed to last forever as I sat alone with only the chatter of the men in Italian as company. Every now and then they’d slip into English, only to quickly resume in Italian. I didn’t know if they were speaking of something they didn’t want me to know about or if it was simply habit to easily switch back and forth between the two languages.
Madam was Italian, but she’d never taken the time to teach it to me. I knew a few words that I’d learned from her over the years, but not enough to carry on a conversation or understand what was being said.
When the plane landed, I stayed in my seat and the other man was the first to pass me. He yanked on my ponytail, forcing me to look up at him.
“In time I’ll have you, bella.” Then he was gone through the door the woman had reopened.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Rossi said from behind me. I stood and followed the way the other man had gone. A firm hand on my lower back led me where he wanted me. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I saw there were two black four-door cars waiting — one was pulling away while the other had a driver holding the door open.
I sat in the car and slid over to make room for Mr. Rossi, who took his spot, and then the door was closed quietly behind him. Before the driver could make it around the car, he reached up and slid closed a barrier between the front and back seat.
“Well done, bella. You have behaved almost exactly as I was told you would. Keep me happy and life will be much easier on you,” Mr. Rossi informed me before brushing his fingers along my cheekbone. I felt my stomach flutter as an unfamiliar zing ran through me. I wasn’t used to touch, let alone from such an attractive man. Gently, he turned me to face him. “You will meet with many like the one you just dealt with. Simply agree with them, but do not allow them to touch you without my permission. Do you understand? You are mine, not theirs, unless I specifically tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered.
That was the last of our conversation. He turned from me, leaving me with more questions than answers. I still didn’t understand how I was supposed to tell one of his friends that I wasn’t allowed to do what they wanted even though they’d be upset. I didn’t know how to outright not follow when given instructions by someone. It was how I was raised, how I was wired. I simply did something, whether or not I wanted to, because I knew the punishment would be worse.
When the car slowed, I looked out the window to see a house bigger and more beautiful than I’d ever seen before. It was multi-storied with lots of vibrant green grass on all sides and a door large enough that a giant could enter through it at the front. I’d barely noted the iron gates that opened before we pulled through them because I was so captured by the beauty of the house as we drew closer to it.
Mr. Rossi was out of his door before the driver and held out a hand to help me step from the car, which I took. His much larger hand tightened around mine, then he tugged me against his chest. Large, muscular arms wrapped around my waist as his hot breath cascaded over my sensitive neck.
“Welcome home, bella,” he whispered. Stepping back, he wrapped an hand around my wrist and pulled me toward the massive door. It swung inward as we approached and an elderly woman in a black and white outfit greeted us with a brief nod. Mr. Rossi didn’t acknowledge her at all as he led me past her and immediately up an ornate staircase directly off the parlor. Stumbling after him, I followed him down the corridor until he opened one of the doors. “This shall be your room.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said without even glancing at it.
“It’s Matteo. Drop the sir unless we have guests,” he barked as he dropped my wrist. “Get comfortable. I’ll return for you shortly.”
He turned and left me alone with the soft click of the door shutting behind me. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my head and looked around the room. It was fit for someone much better than me. The sheets looked pressed and crisp, the bed cushy and much softer than the cot on the basement floor I’d slept on my whole life. There was artwork and other decorations scattered around the room, but I didn’t care about any of that. I’d never had so much space to myself, or so much quiet. I knew there had to be other people in the house, but I felt completely alone. There wasn’t a single sound other than my breathing that I could hear.
I took a moment to explore the two doors I spotted. One led to a massive closet that was completely and utterly empty, the other to a bathroom bigger than the entire basement at Madam’s house. I didn’t step into either, simply let my eyes bounce around them before I knelt in front of the door and waited for Matteo’s return. I didn’t want him to find me not where I was expected when he came back.
The wait was long enough that my knees went numb and my shoulders hurt from holding my palms at my lower back, but I refused to shift or change positions until I was instructed. Finally the door opened and Matteo stepped inside, still in a black suit that had to have been tailored specifically for him. There is no way it would’ve hugged his thighs, biceps and trim waist otherwise.
“What are you doing?” Matteo growled as soon as he spotted me and roughly yanked me off the floor with a hand around my upper arm.
“Waiting for you, s...Matteo,” I stuttered, nearly forgetting to drop the term that I automatically tacked on to every line I said to him.
“From now on you’ll wait for me on the bed, sprawled out, thighs spread. Unless I tell you to kneel for me.” He led me to the bed and gestured with his other hand toward the mattress as if waiting for me to comply.
I nodded and climbed on to it. It came up to my waist when I was standing so I had to use the metal bedrail to get there. Quickly crawling to the center of the bed, I put my wrists over my head and spread my feet as far apart as I could.
“No, that simply is not sexy,” Matteo sighed as he rested a hip on the edge of the bed.
I jumped when his warm palm came to rest on my ankle before slithering up my calf. He forced me to bend my knee. The feel of his skin on mine had the butterflies back in my stomach and a shiver running through me.
Standing, he moved around the bed and sat on the other side of me. Again, he started at my ankle, smoothing up my goose bump-covered flesh. Instead of stopping at my knee, he pushed his hand under my dress, forcing it up until it was bunched around my waist.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought that I hadn’t had time to clean up the mess left behind from our time together in the basement. He didn’t seem to notice as he drew his hand back down my leg, pulling it under my thigh to lift my knee off the bed, my foot supporting it.
Moving away, he smiled down at me.
“Now that, bella, is much sexier. I can see all of you this way,” he said, tugging at his tie, loosening it.
Again, I shivered from the way his eyes roamed over my body. I didn’t know what I was
feeling, but I knew I wanted his hands on me again.
He removed his tie and shrugged out of his coat before climbing between my legs. His fingers coasted over my thigh before teasing along my slit.
“Such a pretty little pussy. My pussy. Covered in dried blood and my come. I should’ve been easier with you for your first time, but I don’t do easy and I certainly don’t do virgin so it had to be taken care of right away.” He didn’t look at my face. Instead his eyes were focused where his fingers were feathering against me. My pussy, as he’d said. Dropping to his elbows, he sprawled on the bed before his mouth was on my most intimate parts. His warm, wet tongue flicked over me repeatedly as heat gathered in my core.
I never wanted him to stop what he was doing, even though I was slightly disturbed that he was licking where he’d said I’d bled. The thought made all my heat fade and I tried to pull back from him.
“But… but… the blood, sir.” I tried to make him understand. His teeth dug into the flesh of my inner thigh and made me cry out as pain lanced through me.
“I don’t care about the fucking blood. It turns me on. Don’t pull away from me again….” The words or else didn’t need to be said; I understood. His tongue was back on me, and I closed my eyes against the unfamiliar sensations he was causing.
Heat pulsed through me and grew to the point where it became almost painful as my body writhed under him. I tried to control it, but my body didn’t seem my own anymore, not when his tongue was causing moans I’d never made before to rip from my throat. Just as I felt like the energy building within me was too much to contain, he pulled back. My body fell lax against the bed, and I nearly groaned from the loss of his touch.
He stepped away from the bed to slowly unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his chiseled physique one inch at a time.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from the beautiful bronzed skin that covered highly-defined muscles over his chest. I’d never seen a man without his shirt before, but I was sure that all men weren’t made the way Matteo was. My palms itched to run over every part of him.
Somewhere deep down I knew I should be nervous or scared of what he was going to do, but I knew that I had no choice in the matter and what he’d just been doing had felt good — really good.
When he reached the bottom of his shirt, he tugged it from his pants, then stepped up to the nightstand to set his cufflinks down one at a time before letting the shirt slide from his broad shoulders.
Keeping my hands above my head, I turned so I could take him in as he tugged at his belt. Once it was undone, he made quick work of the button and zipper on his slacks, then stepped out of his shoes, tugged off his socks and resumed kneeling beside me wearing only a pair of small black boxers with a long, hard shaft hidden within.
“Mmm, bella, you do look so tasty lying there like that,” Matteo said with a smile tugging at his lips. “However, I think you’d look much better without the mousy dress. You won’t be wearing such ugly things now that you are mine.”
I tried to smile, but only partially made it there. I’d never worn anything but the rags that Madam gave me and the other slaves to wear.
“Only the best for mine,” he added as if I could forget.
His weight came over me as he rested his elbows on either side of my face, his hips between my spread thighs.
I could feel his hard length pressing against me, making me shiver in apprehension. The glide of his thumb over my cheek, then my lower lip, made the memories from the last time that part of him had been in me flee from my head.
“Don’t fear my cock, bella. You will come to love all that it can do for you,” he breathed against my neck as his hips pressed against me more firmly. His lips brushed my neck, making me moan unexpectedly. Then he sat up and pulled me with him so he could tug my dress over my head. “Cazzo! Sei bella.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he’d said, but if I had to guess I’d say he liked what he saw even though I knew I wasn’t much different from any other woman I’d seen nude.
Roughly, he pushed against my shoulder, making me fall back against the bed, and a small yelp slipped out before I could stop it.
“I do love when you make those noises.” Matteo grinned wolfishly down at me. He shoved his boxers down to reveal his cock to me. It was thick and long with a glistening mushroom tip. That’s why it’d hurt when he’d shoved it into me earlier. It was massive and I was so small.
He wrapped his hand around the girth and slid his palm slowly up and down the length of it, smearing the droplets that escaped the end over the rest of himself.
“Soon I’ll show you how to do this and so much more, but right now I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock again. Your pussy needs more of my come deep inside it after I fuck you good and hard,” Matteo grunted before lining himself up to my opening and in one rough thrust filling me again.
Instantly, my back arched off the bed and I fisted my hands in the pillow above my head. Pain shot through me, not as bad as the last time, but I still had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from yelling out.
“Does it hurt? Is it painful to take that big dick in your pussy? I bet it does because you are so fucking tight it makes my balls hurt.”
My brain was reeling from the pain and all the new vocabulary I was trying to remember, but after the plane ride I was determined not to let him down again so soon.
“Yes, Matteo. It hurts, but... I like it,” I groaned after taking a deep breath to steady myself. I found that it was actually true too. After he pulled back and filled me again, it felt...good. The pain was still there, but muted. It added to the pleasure I felt this time as he started to quickly slide in and out of my body. Watching the muscles in his abdomen ripple with each thrust was erotic, and I felt a gush of warmth release between my thighs at the sight. His arms flexed and bulged as he rocked against me, and I found it hard to focus on any single part of him as the pleasure built to where he’d stopped with his tongue earlier.
“Oh, bella. Yes, you feel so good,” Matteo ground out between clenched teeth. Hearing that he was as affected as I was only made my pleasure shoot that much higher. I didn’t think I could contain it within myself much longer. His hand slipped between our bodies, and he flicked a finger against me a single time.
The world exploded into a vast expanse of pure whiteness and pleasure — pulsing, heavenly pleasure.
Somewhere I heard my own voice crying out loudly and moaning, but it seemed far away and unimportant. Slowly I came back to find myself sweating, panting and weightless. Matteo was still moving over me, only now he had a wide smile on his face.
“Welcome to my world,” he said, the smile never leaving his face. After a couple more thrusts, he let out a deep, almost scary groan before his body shuddered over mine, and after a few jerky, uncoordinated movements, he pressed down heavily onto me. His breath was as out of control as mine had been only moments before. “Yes, bella, you are right where you should be. In my bed, in my arms.”
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and stayed there until his breathing was even again before he pulled from me, making me gasp at the empty feeling left behind, and rolled to his side.
I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. Instead, he rose from the bed and stared at my body for a second before redressing and exiting the room quietly.
Yes, my new world and life with Matteo was where I was meant to be. If only I’d known that every day wouldn’t be the same as my first in his house. In fact, they’d become so rare I’d think I’d only dreamed them.
Chapter Three
I stayed where he’d left me for fear that if I moved I’d be punished. He hadn’t said that I was free in my room, not this time. Hours passed while I lay with my arms above my throbbing head, feeling his release dripping from me only to become cold, then sticky and itchy as it dried upon my inner thighs. My shoulders were burning so badly I had to close my eyes and imagine I was back in Madam’s basement… imagine I was anywhere else.
Finally the door opened and Matteo walked in. He was in a different suit than the one he’d worn before. His hair appeared damp as if he’d just showered, but since there was only the light from the hallway to see by, I couldn’t be sure. Upon seeing me, he slammed the door and stomped to the bedside.
Before I could react, his hand was wrapped around my ponytail, yanking me from the bed as I bit back a cry of surprise and pain.
“Why are you still on the bed? Are you that lazy? I gave you more than enough time to get yourself presentable again,” he angrily spat at me as he tugged me toward the bathroom by my hair.
My feet slipped and skidded against the thick carpet as I struggled to find footing so I could keep up with him.
“But... but, Matteo,” I tried to say, but he didn’t give me a chance to explain.
“Now we will do this my way.” He tossed me into the shower stall.
My head banged against the tile wall as he turned on the faucet and scalding hot water poured down on me from above. I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped due to the temperature of the water.
“Don’t be a figa. I don’t have the time to deal with your merda.” Matteo was clearly angry with me and even though I didn’t fully comprehend why, I hung my head and gave him my submission, hoping it would calm him. He threw a sponge in my face. “Wash your dirty body.”
Dragging the sponge over myself, I tried to connect the man who’d smiled at making me come just hours ago with the raging one in front of me. My shoulders were on fire from holding the position on the bed for so long, but I forced them to move through the painful tingles, desperate not to upset him further.
“Your hair now,” he instructed me as soon as I rinsed the suds away.
After briskly washing my hair, he turned the water off and thrust a towel at me.
“You have exactly sixty seconds to finish in here and be in the hallway before I come back. You won’t like it if I have to come fetch you.” Matteo glared at me before spinning on his heel and disappearing back into the bedroom.
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