I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. I was gagged with a ball-gag. Saliva was dripping from my lips as Alessio walked around me in slow circles. I blushed all over, knowing that he was inspecting my body and waiting for the right moment when he could take me and make me his.
Alessio walked closer. He smirked. “You want me to touch you?”
I bobbed my head up and down, desperate for his touch. Alessio stroked the riding crop along my bare back. He gently flicked it against my ass and a quick bite of pleasure mingled with pain seared through my body. I moaned and strained against the bonds, swallowing as the ball-gag bobbed against my lips and tongue.
“Well, I might not touch you,” Alessio said. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Maybe I’ll go do something for a few hours…just leave you here. You look like you’re getting along well, don’t you?”
I cried out from behind the gag at the thought of being left for hours. My muscles were burning and tired from being held captive in such an uncomfortable position, and I could barely manage to hold my head up. Alessio smirked.
“You wouldn’t like that, I take it,” he said. “You’d rather I stay…” Alessio’s voice was as raw and smooth as silk as he walked around me in slow circles, occasionally smacking me with the riding crop. It didn’t even hurt. Every flick only served to increase my pleasure, and soon I was straining and thrusting my hips towards Alessio’s wicked instrument.
Alessio stepped closer. He licked his fingers and ran them up the inside of my thigh. I jerked my hips, desperate for his touch on my clit. When he got to my labia, he began massaging me in a sensual manner. Pleasure shot through my body and I wriggled and moaned and thrashed in my bonds.
Alessio chuckled. “You’re quiet like this,” he teased. “I think I’ll keep you this way, Beth. No need for you to be so loud all the time, wouldn’t you agree?”
I groaned in frustration. Alessio snickered. He slid his fingers from my labia to the inside of my thigh again, tickling the sensitive skin above my knee. I cried out and my leg jerked forward. Alessio moved his hand back towards my crotch. I blushed hotly as he ran a thumb over my exposed clit. I trembled.
“Oh, Beth,” Alessio growled. “You really want me, don’t you?”
I nodded my head furiously. Alessio grabbed my chin and pulled me close until my body was straining against the bonds. When our lips met, he slid his tongue into my mouth and caressed the ball-gag. In response, I could only groan and silently beg for more.
Alessio stepped back. He pulled his shirt off, then stepped out of his pants and walked towards me with his erection bobbing. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen – like a living statue. As he got closer, the musky odor of his body washed over me. It mingled with the scent of my pussy and the blend was intoxicating.
Alessio grabbed my hips, pulling me forward. The bonds on my legs, knees, and ankles strained but didn’t break. As he pulled me close, I gasped when I realized he was planning to fuck me without releasing me first. His cock pressed against the entrance to my secret womanhood, and I moaned as Alessio buried himself within me.
Alessio grinned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he began to rock his hips, bucking against me, fucking me deeply. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t even move – the bonds holding me were stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.
As I swayed from my bonds, Alessio fucked me like a rag doll. Pleasure swirled and swam in my belly, creating a hot blend of desire and lust that flowed through my body like honey. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to Alessio’s lust as we moved together in a slick, slow rhythm.
A loud knock sounded on the door, breaking me of my fantasy. I gasped and sat up straight in the tub, pulling my hand away from my crotch and wiping it on the washcloth.
“Hey, Beth! Someone’s at the door for you,” Heather yelled.
I blushed hotly and clambered out of the tub, hastily drying myself and reaching for my robe. I’d been masturbating in the tub for so long that the water had turned cold. Hell, I hadn’t even heard Heather come home!
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I pushed past Heather and into the hallway. The buzzer to our front door was ringing persistently and I tripped over my feet as I pressed the button.
“Hello?”
“Beth? Come downstairs.” Alessio’s voice was stern and low. Just listening to the way he said my name sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. My pussy was still soaking wet from playing with myself in the tub, and my clit was rock hard with arousal.
I swallowed. “Okay,” I mumbled into the intercom. “I’ll be right there.”
When I got downstairs, Alessio was standing there. He’d changed his suit from earlier, and he was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes completely from my vision.
“If I agree to change,” Alessio said heavily. “You can’t testify against me. How about that?”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I understand.”
“If I agree to change,” Alessio repeated. “If I become a good man – not a criminal – you can’t testify. Deal?”
“What?” I shook my head slowly. Strands of wet hair lashed against my neck and I blushed again, embarrassed at how unkempt I looked.
“I can change,” Alessio said hotly.
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push past the arousal and lust I felt creeping through my body.
“It doesn’t matter if you change in the future,” I snapped. “You already killed someone,” I added in a low hiss. “You think that just because you change into a better person, that’s going to bring Michael back?”
Alessio grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the door. Before I could move, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and caressed my teeth and lips. My knees turned to jelly and threatened to give way as Alessio kissed me passionately. He shoved one of his muscular thighs between my legs, pressing it against my hot and swollen crotch through the thin fabric of my robe. All I could do was moan into his mouth as Alessio’s muscular body pressed against mine.
When Alessio broke the kiss, he didn’t pull away. He rested his forehead against mine, panting hard.
“If I change,” Alessio growled. “You can’t testify against me. You have to swear it, Beth.”
He kissed me again, this time biting and sucking on my lower lip until I threw my arms around his neck and howled with pleasure.
“Say it,” Alessio growled. “Tell me you won’t testify if I can prove that I’ve changed.”
“Okay,” I said weakly. The word came out before I could even think about it.
Alessio grinned. “I thought you’d say that,” he said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, dizzying me with his cologne.
Fuck.
What I had just agreed to?
Chapter Sixteen
Alessio
Silvio thought I was losing my mind when I told him what I’d worked out with Beth.
“Are you fucking nuts?” Silvio threw his hands up in the air and groaned. “You’re fucking losing your goddamned mind, Alessio! You think your father would have pulled a stunt like this?”
I leaned back in my desk chair and plucked a cigar from the small humidor I kept handy.
“I’m not my father,” I said. I raised my eyebrows. “I thought you woulda figured that out by now, Sil.”
Silvio narrowed his eyes and glared. “It doesn’t fucking matter what I know,” he snarled. “You think this is funny, Alessio? You think this is some kind of prank? Some kind of game?”
“Not at all.” I clipped the end of my cigar and lit it. “It’s not a joke, Silvio. I was being serious.”
Silvio shook his head. “This is gonna ruin the business,” he said angrily. “What the fuck do I have to do to get your dumb ass to understand that?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Strangely, I felt calm. In the past, confrontations with Silvio h
ad always made me so uncomfortable. But right now, I felt confident and sure of myself. I was doing the right thing – maybe for the first time in my life.
“It does matter!” Silvio’s face was red with anger as he leaned over my desk and shoved his face close to mine. “You’re gonna ruin fucking everything, you idiot!”
I blew a cloud of blue smoke in Silvio’s face. “Last time I checked,” I said idly. “You don’t get to speak to your boss like that.”
Silvio colored and finally walked away. “I’m just saying,” he said through gritted teeth. “This ain’t the way to go, Alessio. You gotta show that little bitch that we’ll kill her if she tries anything. How the fuck do you think you’re gonna win her over? You killed her fucking fiancé!”
“I killed her fucking fiancé because you failed!” I yelled loudly, making a fist and slamming it down on the desk. “I had to do it, Silvio! You didn’t leave me with any choice!”
Silvio bristled, but his silence told me that I’d finally won. He threw his arms in the air and shook his head.
“Fine,” he snapped. “I give the fuck up, Alessio. I ain’t gonna stand around while Rome burns down to the ground, you get my meaning?”
I snickered. “Yeah,” I said. “I get your meaning. But you’re gonna feel awful stupid when this works and you look like a paranoid cocksucker.”
“Whatever, Alessio,” Silvio said. He yawned. “I’m leaving. I’ll call you later.”
I nodded. Just as Silvio was about to leave the room, something sparked in my brain.
“Hey,” I said. “Mind giving me a ride downtown?”
“Why?” Silvio narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck are you getting into now, asshole?”
I smirked. “It’s a secret,” I said. “Come on, just give me a ride.”
Silvio stared at me for a long time. “Fine,” he said after a pregnant pause. “Come on. Let’s go.”
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An hour later, I was standing behind the counter of Helpful Friends Food Pantry & Kitchen. It was a dingy, musty basement in a bad part of Harlem, with fluorescent lights, crammed full of smelly, obviously impoverished people.
“It’s always so good to have a new volunteer!” A round woman wearing a nametag that read ‘Karen’ squeezed my shoulder tightly. “We’ve really been struggling lately!”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. I looked around, overwhelmed by the disgusting stench of shit, piss, and dried sweat. “Is it always this crowded?”
Karen threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, no!” She tittered loudly. “This is very light, Mr. Amoruso!” She squinted, staring at my face as if seeing me for the first time. “Say, you’re not related to the Amorusos, are you? That restaurant family?”
I chuckled. “Actually, I’m the CEO,” I said. I smiled genuinely.
Karen’s cheeks flushed. “Oh my,” she said. “I had no idea we had such a celebrity in our midst!” She led me past a group of homeless people eating a disgusting, lumpy stew out of tin bowls. “I’m sure you’re not used to the likes of this!”
I chuckled. “No,” I said, looking around in disgust. “I certainly am not.”
Karen pulled me behind the counter and handed me an apron. “This isn’t fancy cooking,” she said. “Just forget all about that chichi Italian stuff! Just hand each person some soup, some bread, and a piece of fruit.” Karen pointed to a pile of apples that already looked rotten. “It’s not very difficult,” she said with a smile.
I tried to disguise the rampant disgust I felt. They call this food, I thought I as I glanced down at the gluey, grey stew. This is disgusting! I wouldn’t eat this if I were starving!
I looked at my phone. It felt like hours had passed, but I groaned quietly when I realized I’d only been Helpful Friends for less than a half hour. The windowless basement was the antithesis of beauty, and I couldn’t wait until I was back in the relative splendor and comfort of my own home.
A loud bell rang and a crowd of homeless people in tattered, smelly clothing lined up. I tried not to look into their dirty faces as I landed stew into their bowls and handed them bread and fruit. Some of them stared down at their feet – I guessed they were ashamed – but some beamed into my face and thanked me with heartfelt kindness. I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling as disgusted as I was, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never been around people this poor in my whole life, and it made me feel uncomfortable.
A camera flashed in my face and I looked up, dazed. “What the hell?” I frowned as I saw a reporter making his way through the building.
“Mr. Amoruso! Mr. Amoruso! How long have you been helping the homeless?”
I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. “I’ve just begun helping,” I said. “I’m trying to change this city from the ground up, and I realized that in order to make that happen, I’ve got to get in myself. I can’t just keep expecting people to support the Amoruso family unless they know what we really stand for.”
The reporter nodded, scribbling notes on a pad as he filmed me. I smiled and mugged for the camera, wondering who had tipped a news crew off about my presence at the soup kitchen.
Silvio, I realized with a touch of pride. He may disagree, but damn if that man doesn’t know how to help promote with the best of them.
The reporter clicked a few more pictures. For the last one, I pulled a couple of homeless people out of line and wrapped my arms around their skinny, shaking shoulders.
When Karen saw, she shook her head and clicked her teeth. “Mr. Amoruso, we typically frown on news personnel here,” she said sternly.
I shrugged and grinned. “I didn’t call ‘em,” I said lazily. “Why the hell would I do something like that?”
Chapter Seventeen
Beth
I barely slept that night. Alessio haunted my dreams – in ways that managed to make me both terrified and incredibly aroused. When I woke up, my panties were soaked through and my clit was throbbing for want of attention. But my sheets were damp with sweat, and my hair was clinging to my head in sodden tangles. I yawned, then wrapped my bathrobe around my naked body and padded into the bathroom.
A long, lukewarm shower helped me feel more human again. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach that couldn’t be loosened, though. Not even a mug of my favorite peppermint tea mixed with three tablespoons of honey was enough to calm me down.
By the time Heather woke up, I’d been sitting at the kitchen table for hours.
“Hey,” Heather said. She sat down and looked at me with concern. “You okay?”
I nodded slowly. “I don’t know.” I swallowed. Alessio was weighing so heavily on my mind – I was dying to tell her what happened, but I feared her judgment.
“Oh, Beth, it’ll be okay,” Heather said. She reached over and rubbed the back of my hand with her own. Compared to my icy skin, her touch was almost hot enough to burn.
“I wish,” I said. I sighed. “I’m sorry to be such a burden all the time. You probably miss your fun friend.”
Heather shrugged. “It’s not a big deal,” she said. “But I know you’ll get better, Beth. You’ll find someone even better than Michael eventually.”
Part of me wanted to laugh – Heather thought I was still sad because of Michael? A pang of guilt stabbed my heart as I realized that was exactly how I should be feeling. A normal fiancée would feel guilty for years, I thought. The guilt seeped through my veins like poison. A normal fiancée wouldn’t ever want to give up on the man she once loved.
“I know,” I said. And I maybe already have, I added silently.
Heather yawned. She got up and walked over to the door, leaning down and grabbing the paper. “Holy shit,” she said. “Someone sent you something.”
I laughed dryly. “And why is that so amusing?”
Heather blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said softly. “Here.”
I frowned. The envelope was made from a thick material, almost like card stock, in a beautiful eggshell color. My name was scrawled on the front in
spidery black ink that almost looked archaic.
“Open it,” Heather said. “Come on, I’m curious.”
My heart sank. The guilt came rushing back tenfold. “What if it’s from Douglas,” I said with a groan. “What if he wants more stuff back?”
Heather snorted. “That’s ridiculous,” she said. “Besides, you gave him everything you had that was Michael’s.”
“Except for the presents,” I said flatly. “I even gave him back my ring!”
Heather nodded. “Well, maybe it won’t be that bad,” she said. “Anyway, if you need anything, you know I’m here.”
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