by Zoey Parker
“There are rules that have to be followed in this room,” Gio said. “First, no woman is allowed to be clothed in here, so strip down. Take everything off.”
Carla unbuttoned her jacket and took it off. As she did, she was careful to keep her movements slow and deliberate, knowing that Gio wanted to savor the show. She dropped the jacket and undid the buttons on her white silk blouse, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor behind her. She reached behind her back, unclasped her white bra, and likewise let it slip down her arms and onto the floor in front of her feet.
She felt the embarrassment of sudden exposure breeze over her like a chill, and even though the room was warm, her nipples hardened until they hurt.
Carla stepped out of her high heels, then undid her pants. She hooked her thumbs into the sides and slid them all the way down her legs, along with her white cotton panties. Now she stood before him fully nude, her eyes on the floorboards as she listened to his slow and steady breathing behind her.
She heard Gio step forward, taking something from a peg on the wall just out of her peripheral line of vision. His hands lifted over her head and lowered something long and thin in front of her face, and for a terrible moment, she was sure he was going to strangle her to death right then.
But his hands held a black leather collar decorated with small metal studs. He put it around her neck, fastening it at the back and clipping a chain leash to it. It was snug, but Carla was still able to breathe normally.
For now.
“The second rule is that no women are allowed in here without a collar and leash.” When he spoke again, Carla could hear the smug gangster tone creeping back into his voice. “Otherwise, the dogcatcher might come by an' haul you off to the pound, heh.
“The third rule,” he continued, “is that every time we're together here, you'll have a yellow word and a red word. You will say the yellow word when you feel like you're reaching the edge of what you can take...when you want me to keep going, but you don't want me to escalate it any further. When you say the red word, it will mean you want me to stop completely.”
Carla almost couldn't believe her ears. Was he really going to treat this like an actual Dom-sub relationship, and give her a chance to control what she endured?
Or was he just fucking with her by laying out boundaries that he had no intention of respecting at all?
“I will choose your yellow and red words for you,” Gio said. “Because whenever you're with me, you'll be free from the burden of making any choices for yourself at all. Isn't that nice?”
“Yes, Master,” Carla replied.
“I knew you'd agree,” Gio said smugly. “Tonight, your yellow word will be 'earth,' and your red word will be 'fire.'
“The fourth rule,” he finished, “is that no women are allowed on two feet in this room. Whenever you're here, you get down on all fours and you crawl like a bitch. So do it. Now.”
Carla lowered herself to her hands and knees.
“That's it,” Gio smirked encouragingly. “That's a good girl. You're going to be a good little pet, I can tell. Nice and obedient. Now, do you see that post in the center of the room?”
Carla raised her eyes and saw a short, thick post made of polished black wood just a few feet away. There was a large metal ring attached to its base.
“Yes, Master,” Carla said.
“Crawl over to it,” Gio ordered.
Carla crawled forward to the post, breathing hard. Her heart was pounding like a drum and her skin prickled with hot humiliation. She'd never even thought about letting anyone treat her like this before.
“Now wait there with your head down,” Gio said. He went to one of the shelves, took something down, and returned, kneeling next to her. When Carla saw what he had, she felt the sweat on her skin turn cold.
He was holding a set of handcuffs.
Gio snapped the cuffs around one of her wrists, threaded it through the metal ring, and then snapped them onto her other wrist, binding her to the base of the post. Then he stood and positioned himself behind her again.
“Put your ass in the air,” Gio said. “Offer yourself to me like an animal in heat.”
Carla did as she was told, arching her back and exposing her labia to him. She heard a faint metallic clink, followed by a sound like leather sliding against fabric.
She felt an icy stab of terror as she realized he was removing his belt.
“Your bottom's nice and red from where I hit it,” Gio said. “Still, I think it could be a lot redder. Let's find out.”
Carla heard the whisk of the belt cutting through the air, and the deafening crack as it connected with her buttocks. A split-second later, fiery agony lit up the surface of her skin and she let out a cry of pain.
“Ask me for another,” Gio commanded.
“May I have another?” Carla asked through clenched teeth.
Instead of delivering another blow with his belt, Gio grabbed the chain leash and yanked on it hard, cutting off Carla's air. She tried to gasp, but her throat was locked shut, the blood trapped in her head.
“How are you supposed to address me?” Gio spat.
“M-Master...” Carla croaked. Her face was starting to throb, and there were lights dancing at the corners of her eyes.
“Good. Now say it right, and say please.” Gio loosened his grip on the leash and Carla sucked air into her lungs desperately.
“Please, Master, may I have another?” she wheezed.
The belt whistled through the air again and thwapped against Carla's naked ass. She let out a ragged scream, then took in more air and said, “Please, Master, may I have another?”
As the belt hit her again, she could feel the humiliation burning her down like a flame consuming candle wax, revealing and blackening the wick within. This hurt, but somehow, it didn't entirely feel bad to her, either. There was something below the physical pain, something almost eager to be freed.
She could take this. And somehow, she suspected she could take more, if needed.
Much more.
The belt came down, again and again, so quickly and viciously that she didn't even have time to ask for more between strikes. She could only breathe in and cry out, her yelps increasing in volume and pitch. In between, she simpered wordlessly, meaning to beg him for more but unable to offer anything but moans of encouragement.
Her bottom was burning intensely now, the agony broad and consuming. She could feel welts forming on her skin like searing pokers laid against her. Each smack of the belt was harder, and she started to feel dizzy and light-headed, her breath coming so hard and fast that she thought she might hyperventilate.
She felt something thin and warm trickle down her inner thigh. For a moment, she thought she was bleeding.
Then she realized it was her own moisture, and felt an odd shock of betrayal by her own body. How dare she enjoy this against her will, when she was so scared and angry and confused?
Gio threw the belt away and Carla watched it skid into a corner. She thought the pain might end then, at least temporarily—but a second later, she felt Gio's palm spank her hard with one hand as the fingers of his other hand rubbed the exposed lips of her pussy.
“I knew it,” Gio said triumphantly, his breath coming in short gasps. “I knew you'd be a slut for this stuff, whether you wanted to be or not.”
Two of his fingers pushed inside Carla and she let out a loud moan, feeling him press inside her and explore her greedily. As he did, he spanked her again, and Carla tightened around his fingers involuntarily. If he kept increasing his intensity while hitting her already-bruised flesh, she was afraid she might faint.
“Earth,” she stammered. “Earth!”
She expected Gio to keep hitting her without escalating the ferocity of the blows. Instead, she heard his pants unzip behind her, and a quiet tearing sound. A few moments later, a condom wrapped bounced to the floor to her left.
Then Gio's hands were on Carla's shoulders and he was shoving his cock insid
e of her roughly, plunging so deeply that she felt him slam up into her inner wall like a freight train colliding with a mountainside. It was painful, and with each thrust, his body pressed against the welts on her bottom so they lit up like glaring red neon signs. She heard his grunts of lust, and was surprised to hear her own as well, sounding savage and jagged.
The shaft of his cock was rubbing against her G-spot hard as the tip drove into her over and over, battering it mercilessly. She'd never been had like this.
She'd never known she wanted to be.
She tried desperately to regain control of her own mind in this hurricane of lust. Think of Fred, she thought, think of Don, think of Patty Kurtz, no, don't think, don't think at all, just give in, ride this wave, this ocean, let it carry you away, give in to it...just give in...
“Now,” Gio said, “look into my eyes. Do it!”
Carla looked over her shoulder. Some part of her noticed that he was still wearing his dress shirt—cuffs neatly folded up to his elbows—and tie.
Gio's eyes were blazing so hotly that looking into them was like looking directly at the sun. His face was a mixture of scorn and desire that Carla had never seen before on anyone, and as she felt him come inside of her, she came as well, screaming, with tears stinging her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
She hated herself, she hated Gio, she'd never felt so wrong and so horribly right at the same time, and her arms and legs collapsed beneath her as he withdrew from her, so that she was reduced to nothing but a shaking, quivering, sobbing heap on the floor.
Chapter 16
Gio
Gio looked down at Carla's prone, naked body. He tried to maintain his cool exterior, but he was breathing hard, his face was covered with a sheen of sweat, and inwardly, he was gloating.
Of all the conquests he'd ever had, all the triumphs he'd enjoyed in his life, this was the sweetest by far. She'd come to him as a predator probing for his weaknesses, and in no time at all he'd turned the tables and reduced her to prey. The look in her eyes at her moment of total submission had been incredibly satisfying. And best of all, she'd proved herself well-suited to begging and crawling and obeying.
Well-suited, he thought. He stole a glance at the pantsuit piled on the floor in the corner and suppressed a laugh.
Carla was still panting and keeping her eyes on the floor. Gio realized she was waiting for his next command. He leaned over and unlocked her handcuffs.
“Now you can collect your things and go,” Gio said.
Carla's heavy breathing paused for a moment, and he could sense her surprise and confusion. “Y-you mean...that's it?”
Gio yanked his belt off the floor and expertly cracked it off her left buttock, coaxing another yowl of pain from her. “Address me properly,” he reminded her.
“Please, Master...is that it?”
“For tonight, yes,” Gio replied. “There will be more nights, though. Lots more. Whenever I snap my fingers, you're going to come running like a good little pet, and you're going to do whatever you're told. You belong to me now. Don't forget that.”
Carla nodded and started to get up from the floor. Gio reached forward, seized the chain, and yanked her collar hard enough for her to collapse again with a choking sound.
“You seem to think that just because this session is over, the rules suddenly don't apply anymore,” Gio snarled. “But you would be fucking wrong in that assumption. Now crawl.”
As Carla made her way over to her clothes on her hands and knees, Gio contemplated the two rules she'd just disobeyed. Had she really believed all of the parameters he'd set would suddenly go out the window just because the sexual part had concluded for the evening? Or was she breaking his rules on purpose? He'd seen other subs do this to test boundaries or just to receive an extra dose of the punishment they craved.
Maybe she's even better at this than she realizes, Gio thought. Maybe she did some research before coming over, to figure out what to expect.
Or maybe she's done this before.
The thought was disquieting to him, though it shouldn't have been. He knew that lots of people were secretly into sexual domination and submission, and he'd certainly been with plenty of other subs who'd had masters before. But this was different. This time, he found himself obsessed with the idea that she was his alone, that no one had ever broken her before.
Carla finished dressing herself, then tilted her head in his direction with her eyes still on the floor. “May I please stand now, Master?”
“No,” he answered. “Crawl down the stairs ahead of me.”
She started down the steps on all fours as Gio followed, holding her leash. He noticed that the elbows and knees of her pantsuit were collecting dark smudges of dust from the floor. The sight gave him a warm thrill inside.
When she'd appeared at the door, she'd been so stiff and polished. Now that he was done with her for the night, she was dirty and disheveled, inching forward on her hands and knees like a beaten dog.
Finally, they reached the first floor. “Please, Master, may I stand up now?” Carla asked.
“Maybe I shouldn't let you stand yet,” Gio said, smiling coldly. “Maybe I should make you go out the front door and down the driveway on all fours, so the whole neighborhood can see what a little slut you really are.”
Gio heard Carla's breath catch in her throat. “Please, Master...please don't make me do that...” she pleaded.
He let out a contemptuous bark of laughter. He had no intention of bringing her outside with the collar still on—his father had warned him not to mess around with his new “lawyer,” and Gio didn't want word of this getting back to him. Still, it was fun to threaten her with it.
“I should,” Gio snickered. “And I will, unless you beg me not to.”
Carla pulled her elbows and knees in tight beneath her and lowered her head, sniffling and groveling. “Please, Master, I'll do anything you ask for...anything you want...just please, please, don't make me go out, don't let anyone else see me like this...”
As he looked down at her, Gio couldn't resist tormenting her just a little bit more. Punishing Masters, that last Fed who infiltrated the Mancinis, had felt like a gruesome chore.
But punishing Carla for the same transgression felt like poetry, and Gio wished he could do it forever.
He extended one of his shiny black Italian shoes, putting it right under her nose. “Polish it with your tongue. Do that, and I'll show you mercy, even though you don't deserve it.”
Carla hesitated for the briefest moment before her head moved forward, her tongue extended. She licked the top of his shoe once, twice, then gagged for a couple of seconds and went in for a third...
Gio pulled his shoe away, laughing again. “All right, that's enough. You did good, especially for a first-timer. Are you sure you've never been anyone's slave before now?” He tried to make the question sound casual, but the thought had been nagging him steadily since it first popped into his head upstairs.
“No, Master,” Carla responded in a high, breathy voice. He could tell she was still trying to control her gag reflex. “I've never done this with anyone before.”
Gio wanted to believe her. But...
“Look into my eyes,” he commanded.
Carla craned her neck, looking up at him. Her eye makeup was streaked from crying and her lower lip trembled.
She looked utterly helpless and shattered. Beautiful.
“Swear that you've never been anyone else's slave like this,” Gio said. “And don't lie, or I'll know. I can always tell when women are lying to me.”
The line sounded cool and menacing, but Gio winced inwardly, knowing how foolish it actually was. She'd been undercover around him for over a week and he hadn't suspected a thing.
But Carla's wide, tear-filled eyes looked into his, desperate for him to believe her. “I swear I've never been anyone else's slave before. Only yours.”
Gio nodded. He believed. “Good. Lower your eyes again. Now you have my permission t
o stand.”
Carla looked down and rose to her feet slowly. Gio reached forward, undoing the clasp on her collar. It fell to the floor.
“Now go,” Gio said, “and make sure you keep your cell phone on and charged. Whenever I summon you, day or night, you'd better come running. And you'd better be ready to do what I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Carla responded in a small voice.
Gio leaned over, unlocked the front door, and opened it for her. She stared at it for a few seconds, then slowly stepped out as though she were in a trance, heading toward her car.
He watched her for a moment, then closed the door behind her.