Some pinched, some soothed, some simply held firm where they’d landed. It didn’t take long before two different men were sucking my nipples into their mouths roughly. One had thick, wiry facial hair that scraped and burned as he moved over my breast.
Fingers roughly pushed between my thighs and into my pussy. I was dry and not turned on at all by the group or situation, but that didn’t stop the owner of said fingers from plunging roughly in and out of me until my body responded on its own and provided a minimal amount of lubrication.
Another set of fingers played around my back hole before I felt a warm, wet sensation and realized someone was licking me there. That made me shiver as it brought back memories of the week before when Matteo had forced me to wear the butt plug. It was the only touch in the bunch that was slow, caressing, and teasing.
My attention was stolen away when the non-bearded man bit down hard around the nipple he’d been suckling on, forcing me to cry out.
It was then that I realized they were all murmuring in Italian between themselves. I’d assume about me and what they were doing, but I tried to tune them out, which wasn’t hard since I didn’t understand most of it. With so many hands, fingers and mouths on me I had plenty else to focus on.
Lips closed over mine and forced a sour-tasting tongue into my mouth. I fought a gag that rose at the flavor of the man, but his large hand cupped my jaw with brutal force, keeping me from pulling away or closing my mouth.
The tongue around my back hole penetrated me just barely and made my thighs tremble. I wasn’t ready for anything else there, but Matteo had said no dicks so hopefully they would listen to him. However, the mouth there was tender, pulling back to kiss the bottom of my butt cheek before resuming his licking around the tight hole. I was released from him only to feel the slow press of a finger until the muscle gave way and allowed entry.
Over everything else happening in the room and to my body, I focused on the one man and it helped me tune out everyone else.
Thankfully the man forcing his kiss on me pulled back, and I could suck in much-needed fresh air. Only I was surprised to find I had a cock being shoved into my mouth as my head was bent farther back, pushing it almost under the table. The edge of it was digging into shoulders, causing me to wriggle from the pain, but I was unable to cry out as he filled my mouth with his smelly cock.
I was unable to hold back the gag. It had to be the same man who’d taken a kiss only moments ago — his scent was the same and his touch as rough.
He’d only managed to thrust into my mouth once before a loud explosion filled the room, and suddenly every hand was gone, as was the dick.
Uncaring of what the explosion was or if I was going to be punished further, I rolled onto my side and vomited from the taste of the man in my mouth. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and rolled to my back, breathing hard from the force with which I’d emptied my stomach.
Slowly, I realized that there was no talking, but everyone was still in the room. No one was moving. I lifted my head and spotted Matteo where he’d been between my thighs. He had to have been the one laving my back passage, but that thought quickly fled when I saw the gun in his hand.
“Go to your room, bella,” Matteo said without looking at me. He was looking at whatever was behind me and he looked angrier than I’d ever seen him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as if afraid to break the silence. I snatched up my torn underwear and bra before heading toward the door. It was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back into the room before I turned for the stairs. There was a man lying on the floor, a hole in the center of his forehead, his dick still sticking out from his pants as a pool of red spread out around his prone body.
As I walked up the stairs, I caught bits and pieces of the conversation, which was surprisingly in English.
“I said no dicks. She is mine and mine alone. None of you touch what is mine,” Matteo barked at some unheard question.
I heard the soft tones of someone else speaking, but was unable to hear what was said.
“Who is she going to tell? You know, fuck off, all of you. And for heaven’s sake, someone clean this shit up,” Matteo said before I heard a door slam, and I ran up the remaining steps to my room.
I threw my destroyed underwear aside and face-planted on the bed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to figure out what had happened and why. Not the dead man. I knew what that was. The time I’d spent being treated as a toy for a group of men I didn’t know. The constant ache in my hip and elbow didn’t help distract me from my spinning thoughts.
My bedroom door flew open before slamming shut only moments later, cutting short my time for reflection. Matteo barely glanced at me before he started shedding his clothing.
I wanted to admire the lean cut of his body, all the rippling muscles as he tore off his expensive clothes, but instead I was drawn to the rage boiling in his brown eyes. His hair was normally so well-kept, but it looked a mess as he tore through the room. Slowing only to take off his shoes and socks, he then disappeared into the bathroom and I heard water turn on.
“Shower. Now.” Matteo stood in the doorway, nude.
I was a bit surprised to find his cock was completely flaccid, which I had not seen before. He’d always been hard when in bed with me. I didn’t hesitate, though, and crawled from the bed.
“You need to wash your mouth and face thoroughly, as well as the rest of your body,” he told me as he followed me into the shower. However, he didn’t give me the chance to do it myself. Instead, he grabbed the sponge, and, after applying shower gel, roughly scrubbed every inch of my body until I felt like I was raw. He didn’t spare my face either, scrubbing especially hard around my mouth.
I wanted to beg him to be gentler, but knew it’d do no good. So I kept quiet and let him continue even as he passed over my bruised hip and elbow and the slash on my hip from the knife.
Shutting off the water, he yanked me from the shower to dry me with a towel before pointing at the sink.
“Brush, floss and mouthwash. Three times.” He toweled himself off and leaned against the doorway as he watched to make sure I did as I was told.
I glanced at myself briefly in the mirror and noticed I had a rash over one breast from the beard of one man and red indents on the other from another’s teeth. Since Matteo wasn’t disgusted by the marks, I deemed I wasn’t either, although I would much rather they had been caused by him.
Once I finished, he stepped out of the way, and I brushed past him in an attempt to go to bed. He stopped me, caging me in and pressing me against the door frame.
“See what you made me do. If only you could behave like a good little slave I wouldn’t have to punish you with the touch of other men and be forced to kill my cousin because you are too sexy for your own good,” he breathed into my ear. “Now get on the bed on all fours.”
I dropped the towel I’d been holding around my body and scurried to the bed to comply.
The bed dipped as he joined me and shoved inside my ill-prepared pussy. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he slammed into me at a brutal pace.
My fingers curled into the bedding as tears rolled down my cheeks. It didn’t hurt so much as I was simply overwhelmed with the whole evening.
When he finally pulled back, I thought he was finished, but he wasn’t. He stood and pulled me off the bed to push me to my knees.
“Suck it. Make me come down your throat.” He grabbed the base of his cock to direct it toward my lips.
I took him deep and he groaned, fisting his hands in my hair.
“Yes, good little bella. Take it all. Only my cock belongs in your sweet mouth, your sweet pussy. Can you taste it? Taste yourself around me? Fucking delicious little cunt you have and it’s all mine as long as you behave.”
A few more thrusts and he pulsed against my tongue before his hot release shot down my throat. I swallowed rapidly.
“Don’t upset me again. I don’t like sharing you, bu
t I will if that’s what it takes for you to learn your place,” Matteo said, releasing me. He left the room, leaving behind his clothing strewn about everywhere.
I took the time to neatly fold all of his clothes and place them on the chair in the corner and his shoes under it in case he needed them. I didn’t know where his gun had gone, but I didn’t care as long as it wasn’t in my room.
Returning to the bed, I cradled my aching hip in one hand while covering both my abused breasts with the other. My entire body still burned from the roughness of the scrubbing I’d received. The cut on my hip throbbed, but the thing that bothered me the most was the sight of the dead man — I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d never seen someone dead before and certainly not by the hand of the man that owned me.
What was it exactly that Matteo did? He was armed at all times, it seemed, or at least when anyone else was around. He seemed not to come to me with firearms. I knew it was none of my business what he did, but I couldn’t help but be curious.
For the rest of the night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My body ached. Every time I looked at the floor, wondering if I could find comfort on the harder surface as I had the entire time I’d been at Matteo’s, I could only remember the man on the floor as he bled from the hole in his head.
When the sky started to lighten through my window, I got out of bed. After fixing the sheets, I showered and was happy to find that my skin was much less tender, but my hip and elbow still hurt. Since I was up early, I took the time to blow-dry my hair straight as they’d done in the salon before dressing in another of my new panty sets.
Figuring I wouldn’t see Matteo in the morning, I sat cross-legged in the center of the bed and waited for Aida to bring my breakfast. However, when the door opened and I saw the larger form fill it, I flung myself backward and assumed my expected position.
“Very good, bella. You please me this morning,” Matteo said, closing the door quietly behind him before sitting next to me. “Seeing how you’ve been cooped up in this room all week as I dealt with business, I thought I’d allow you a bit more freedom. You behaved well last night in front of company and deserve a reward for it.”
“Thank you, Matteo,” I said, keeping my chin to my chest and my eyes focused on the foot of the bed.
“Aida has a list of chores for you to complete during the day so you don’t get bored as well.” He moved quickly so that he was straddling me with his hand wrapped around my throat, forcing my head up. “You do anything stupid and you will be punished worse than anything you can imagine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Matteo.” I nodded my head as much as I could with his hand constricting my airflow and movements. Anything to get out of the damn room I’d been stuck in for so long.
“Very well. I will be gone well into the night. I expect you to be dressed and waiting for me tomorrow night for dinner. We will have guests.” He shifted and pressed his erection into my stomach. Something flashed in his eyes but he moved off me and toward the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “Don’t disappoint me, bella.”
I slowly sat up and rubbed at my neck once he was gone. After regaining my breath, I went to the closet and looked through the wide variety of clothing that was hanging there. All of them were dresses. He’d told me I was not permitted to wear pants at all, so not to bother asking for them. It took me a few minutes before I pulled out a lightweight, form-fitting white cotton dress. It was the least flashy of the bunch and the closest to what I was accustomed to wearing.
Bare-foot, I walked down to the kitchen, where I assumed I’d find Aida. She was in the middle of putting ingredients into a bowl when I walked in.
“There is your list. You are to have them all completed by the time dinner is served. If you don’t, I am to report to Matteo right away,” Aida said emotionlessly.
I picked up the paper, which was quite long, and eyed it. There was a stack of magazines under it. Stunned, I read a note at the bottom that was in a different handwriting than the rest of the list. It was from Matteo and he told me to read through them so I’d have something to talk about should I absolutely need to. Gathering the magazines, I took them to my room before starting on my tasks.
I sighed. Good thing I had until the evening because it would take me that long, if not longer, to get everything completed in time. I’d have to work swiftly to get it all done.
Returning to the kitchen, I memorized the first few items, set the list back down and went in search of cleaning supplies.
By the time lunch came about I was starving, as I hadn’t taken the time to eat breakfast. After shoving the fresh fruit and bowl of soup that Aida made in my mouth, I washed my dishes and went back to work.
I’d have to return to the kitchen throughout the day to check what was next to do, but I still managed to make it through the list by the time Aida let me know dinner was almost ready.
I couldn’t believe how quickly the day had passed. Exhaustion was setting in, but it felt good to have accomplished something and to prove my worth to Matteo.
After eating dinner alone, I returned to my room to shower and fell into the bed. I was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow for once. I’d meant to at least flip through the magazines, but my body had different ideas.
The next morning, since I knew Matteo wasn’t going to be around or at least looking for me, I put on another lightweight dress and went to the kitchen to find my chore list. It was only half as long as the day before. With the paper in hand, I turned to Aida.
“It’s much shorter today,” I told her, holding it up for her to see.
“Yes, we will have guests tonight and Matteo expects you to take the time to prep for them. He gave you plenty of time so that you won’t be late greeting them,” Aida said, kneading a round of dough.
“Oh... okay,” I answered, even though I was confused. I didn’t think it’d take me hours to get ready, but then again, I didn’t know what to expect of the evening so maybe it would.
I quickly went about completing my chores before showering. As I was blow-drying my hair, I heard a soft knock on the door to my room.
“Gia, I’m Alessandra. I’m here to help you get ready,” a petite woman with a bag over each arm said when I opened the door.
I stepped back and opened the door farther for her to enter. Relief washed through me that at least someone was going to be helping me prepare. While I could scrub a floor until you saw your reflection in it, I didn’t know how to do makeup or anything other than blow my hair straight.
The woman went about setting up, pulling numerous items from her bag as she went. Finally she turned to me and instructed me to sit in the chair that still held Matteo’s clothes from the other night.
After moving the clothing to the foot of the bed, I sat in the chair.
“Right, now, take a deep breath and close your eyes. I’ll take good care of you, doll,” the woman said with a smile as she pushed my hair over my shoulders.
I let my eyes roam over her face before I deemed her worthy of a small amount of trust. Matteo wouldn’t allow someone into my room if she wasn’t harmless, or I believed he wouldn’t.
Chapter Six
A long period of time passed as she put numerous items on my face until it felt caked and heavy, but before I could even get a glimpse of what I looked like, she packed up a portion of her items.
“Now sit on the bed with your back to me,” she told me.
Once I settled on the bed, she proceeded to do my hair without asking how I’d like it. Finally she tapped my shoulder.
“Follow me into the closet so you can get dressed.”
I followed behind her, still wearing only my towel. While I stood in the doorway, she quickly went through all of the clothing hanging up. Pulling out a floor-length white gown, Alessandra looked from it to me then back.
“This will do. You’ll have to go without a bra or panties as both would be visible.”
I looked at the dress and figur
ed I’d have to take her word for it since I had never worn anything like it before.
“Step in,” she instructed after unzipping the back.
With her help, I managed to wiggle into the dress and get it secured on. Once it was zipped up and I ran my hands over my hips, I realized what she meant about no panties. It was tight enough the lines would protrude out. There was a slit up one thigh that went high enough that I would have to be careful when I sat not to flash my girl parts to anyone.
Turning in a slow circle, I realized that for the first time in my life, I felt sexy. The satin fabric brushed along my legs as I moved; the top was tight enough that I didn’t feel like my breasts would pop out of the strapless cups. There was a low dip between them that showed off quite a bit of cleavage, but the cut of the dress was perfect. Surely that had something to do with how much it’d cost.
I may not have bought or worn expensive clothing before, but it was evident the dress wasn’t cheap. Not that Matteo would have anything cheap near him. The man emanated power and cheap clothing didn’t go with that image.
“All done. Now to put on your shoes,” Alessandra said, grabbing a pair of glittering heels from a shelf. She set them on the floor and helped me step into them.
I nearly fell when she released me. I coughed, embarrassed.
“Not used to walking in heels? Don’t worry, it gets easier.” She smiled and held out a hand for me to hold before escorting me from the closet and around the room a few times. I was just starting to get the hang of it when there was another knock on the door.
“Is she ready, Alessandra?” Matteo asked in a soft voice I hadn’t heard from him. His eyes locked on me as soon as he pushed open the door. “Wow, I knew you could fancy her up. She’s just perfect.”
He talked to Alessandra like I wasn’t even there.
I lowered my head, feeling shame that even as dressed up as I was, he still didn’t deem me important enough to address.
“Well, you gave me a great place to start. I simply enhanced. She is quite lovely,” Alessandra said as she dropped my hand and went about gathering the last of her supplies.
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