Chained by the Don

by Brook Wilder

  A light bulb went off over Sharon’s head. The slit was very narrow, but so were the thin butter knives in the silverware drawer in the kitchen. Maybe she could pry it open with one of those!

  She hurried to the kitchen, retrieve a knife and went back to the panel. Her excitement bordered on giddy, until she found that even the thin blade of the knife was too thick to fit into the edge of the square. She could probably work at it and wiggle it in, but she didn’t want to risk damaging the wall or the paint and making it obvious she’d been snooping. Defeated, she flopped back down on the white bed, sinking into the fluffy down comforter and letting out an exasperated huff.

  You’re losing it, Sharon told herself. She’d been cooped up too long on her own. She wondered if maybe she was imagining the square out of sheer boredom. May as well go back to watching TV, she resigned herself.

  She sat up lazily, letting her feet swing under the simple bed frame. Her toe grazed something on the floor.

  Her spine straightened as she perked up in surprise. She climbed off the bed and got down on her knees. There was something under the bed. It looked like a light switch with one plain white button.

  Excited, Sharon smacked the button with her open palm and she heard a faint click come from the wall behind her. When she turned around, the panel had opened just a little bit. She pulled it back. It swung like a door on hinges and opened onto a shiny silver safe embedded deep in the wall.

  Whoa, Sharon thought. It was a clever place to hide a safe, but she suddenly felt guilty at having found it. She knew she shouldn’t have been snooping, but a secret safe was even more exciting than a secret panel.

  Her pulse picked up a bit. The lever didn’t give when she pulled it, not that she really expected it to, but it had been worth a shot. She thought of all the silly heist movies her dad liked. Especially in the older ones, she remembered seeing criminals with their ears pressed up by the lock, listening for the clicks that signaled they’d found the right combination. She doubted it was real. Stuff in movies so rarely was. But she was more curious than ever about what Vittorio could be hiding. She pressed her ear to the cold surface and started spinning the dial, but she couldn’t hear anything. Her balled up fist smacked the silver safe in exasperation.

  Sharon was officially out of ideas. She knew so little about safes that she couldn’t come up with another way to open it. The panel door clicked softly as she pushed it closed, resigning herself to her unanswerable questions. What did Vittorio have to keep in a safe? Was it a gun? Money? Something else?

  She would probably never know.

  The hours between the discovery of the safe and Vittorio’s arrival dragged. The secret hatch was all Sharon could think about. The possibilities of what Vittorio could be hiding were endless.

  Finally, she heard the front door click open and eagerly scrambled off the couch where she had been playing games on her phone.

  Chapter 3

  Sharon

  “Hi!” she called happily.

  “Hey,” Vittorio replied, with a cool indifference in his voice that brought Sharon up short.

  “How was your day?” Sharon asked tentatively.

  “Long,” Vittorio told her. “How was yours?”

  “Oh, it was, uh, good!” Sharon replied, sounding guilty even in her own ears.

  “I was thinking about you today,” Vittorio said, slipping his strong arms around her waist. There was a low, hungry tone to his voice that made Sharon’s spine tingle.

  “You were all I was thinking about today,” she purred in reply. She rubbed her scantily clad body against his and leaned her head back for a kiss.

  “That’s all you better be thinking about,” Vittorio growled, bending down to close their impressive height gap with a desirous kiss.

  Sharon loved the way his mouth claimed hers, the rough pushing of his lips against her mouth, the tantalizing way his tongue traced her own.

  Once he broke the steamy kiss, Vittorio began to tease.

  “Not getting too bored without me, are you?”

  Sharon suddenly wondered if Vittorio knew she had found the safe. He was him after all, a ruthless leader and wealthy badass who could very well have the entire apartment on camera. Was there a sensor that went off when I opened the panel? Sharon thought, alarmed. She searched his face before she responded, looking for a knowing glint or angry set to his eyes, but she couldn’t read his handsome face. It was certainly possible that he was onto her little secret.

  “Uh, no,” Sharon replied. “Been keeping myself busy. Watching TV and, y’know, playing games and stuff.”

  “If there’s anything else you feel like you need, let me know and I’ll sort it out,” Vittorio told her with a smile. “I want you to be comfortable.”

  “Thank you,” Sharon said, flattered. Before she could stop herself, she inquired, “So, can I ask you about one thing?”

  “Sure,” Vittorio nodded, his hands still gingerly draped around her narrow waist.

  “Well, I was walking around earlier,” Sharon started, hearing a scared little tremor in her own voice. “And I noticed this weird little panel in the white room…”

  Before she could finish, Vittorio flashed her a dark look. Sharon winced under his piercing stare, stunned into silence by his palpable anger.

  “What did you do with the panel?” Vittorio asked sharply. Clearly Sharon had been wrong. He had no idea she’d been snooping and now she had ratted herself out.

  “I, um, I opened it,” Sharon admitted it. “I found the little button under the bed and…”

  Vittorio dropped his hands from her waist. He stepped back, continuing to furiously look down on a terrified Sharon.

  Despite herself, she asked, “What’s in the safe?”

  “I think you need to remember your place,” Vittorio practically spat at her.

  “O-Okay,” Sharon stammered, dropping her gaze to the floor. She felt Vittorio’s fiery glare burning a hole in her forehead, and hot fearful tears prickled behind Sharon’s eyes.

  “Get naked,” Vittorio commanded. “I think you need a little reminder of exactly what you are.”

  Sharon complied, gingerly tugging on the elastic waistband and dropping her shorts into a silky heap around her feet, her eyes never lifting from the floor.

  “Bedroom,” Vittorio commanded her, in his sexy, gravelly voice.

  He followed her back to the master suite, his outraged presence looming behind her as she walked. Her body tensed. She hadn’t made him angry before and she was worried he’d hurt her. The newer, more animal part of herself craved his forceful way of loving and she couldn’t help the prickle of arousal between her legs.

  Once in the suite, Sharon turned toward Vittorio. She lifted her chin to him, hoping for a kiss that she didn’t get. Vittorio grabbed her roughly by her hair, spun her around and tossed her face down onto his bed. His rejection of her kiss stung. She knew he really was mad, but his rough hands brought out her more carnal desires. He pressed one hand against her lower back and unsnapped the crotch of her tight body suit. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside her.

  Sharon cried out in surprise as he invaded her. She knew she was already wet. She could feel his fingers sliding with ease in and out of her eager pussy. He usually started off more gently with her, but not this time. It was like his touch had lit a fire in her core and she couldn’t resist him.

  “Yeah, you’re ready,” Vittorio said, his voice flat. Sharon could hear him fussing with his belt and buttons behind her. The head of his already-rigid cock nudged against her slick entrance. “Beg for it,” he commanded.

  “Please,” Sharon whined dutifully. “Please give me your cock.”

  “Good girl.”

  He shoved his entire length into Sharon in one solid, forceful thrust. The sudden sensation of fullness and twinge of pain against her cervix made Sharon cry out.

  Vittorio growled. He took a handful of her hair and pinned her head down to the bed with her face turned to
the side. “You belong to me,” he reminded her. He forced himself into her to his hilt again. “This is all you are.”

  Sharon felt her elbows buckle as he pushed her down. “I-I belong to you!” Sharon repeated, her voice breathy.

  She broke off into a moan as he started to slowly, rhythmically pump himself in and out of her. She savored the way his thick cock spread her pussy lips apart, the vulnerability of being underneath him with her ass straight up in the air. She yelped as his wide, open palm slapped her across her rounded cheeks. The stinging sensation was delicious and irresistible. He smacked her hard again, doubling the burn on her sensitive skin.

  Vittorio continued to drive himself into her. His long dick felt like it was pushing up into her stomach, he was so deep. He mounted her like a dog and fucked her hard. Sharon could feel her thighs quaking as pleasure racked through her entire body. He grunted and groaned, every one of the throaty sounds arousing her even more and bringing her closer and closer to the glorious edge. He slapped her hard again. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in the big room as he ravaged her.

  “You’ve been a bad girl,” Vittorio snarled.

  God, his voice, Sharon thought, overwhelmed by wanton desire.

  “You going to keep going through my stuff?” Vittorio asked, slapping her so hard it stung.

  “Ah!” Sharon groaned. “No, no, I won’t go through your stuff.”

  Without warning, Vittorio reached around Sharon’s bent body and began squeezing and rolling her clit. “Promise me,” he demanded.

  “I-I promise!” Sharon stammered, teetering on the brink of orgasm.

  “Good girl,” Vittorio praised her, rubbing her engorged clit faster until Sharon could no longer stand it.

  Gratification ripped through her body, shredding her conscious mind into scraps of carnal delight. Her screams were sloppy, uninhibited and raw. Her toes curled under, her thighs squeezing hard around the unrelenting waves of pleasure. She shuddered and struggled for breath as the aftershocks of orgasm finally relented.

  “Very good girl,” Vittorio repeated approvingly. He pulled himself out of her and Sharon suddenly felt empty.

  His rough hands wrapped around her creamy thighs and Vittorio rolled her onto her back. Her messy blonde hair fell into her face as she gazed up at him. He was gloriously naked, the complex network of ink crisscrossing his powerful chest. She loved the gentle snarl at his lip. The wolfish glint in his dark eyes made her feel wanted, admired and gorgeous.

  Sharon was surprised to feel the pressure of his palm against her neck. Vittorio held her securely by the throat while he pushed his way into her. She felt her eyes bug out just a bit as he squeezed her tighter, her moans reduced to muffled squeaks as it got harder and harder for her to breathe. His strong, tattooed forearms flexed as his wide palms and long fingers claimed her throat. Fear awoke in Sharon then. She reached up to grab his forearm and pull him away, but he was too strong.

  Vittorio groaned louder for a few thrusts, clearly relishing in her helplessness and submission to his newest kink. Then he released his tight grasp so that Sharon’s lungs could fill themselves again. She gulped down oxygen, panting hard. Suddenly, her head flooded with rich, fresh blood and a heady sensation Sharon had never felt before.

  “Oh… oh my god,” Sharon stuttered between heavy breaths, her breasts rising and falling. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and feel adrenaline saturating her nerve endings. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she barely felt them.

  “I own you,” he grumbled.

  He pressed his palm against her throat again and Sharon felt herself leaning her head back, exposing every inch of her soft neck to him. She reached for his forearm, not to push him away this time, but to hold his hand there. She attempted to moan, to cry out, to signal to Vittorio how much she enjoyed being choked. Vittorio held her harder, almost too hard, and began thrusting himself into her with exaggerated force. His long, hard cock hit the spot deep inside Sharon over and over again, until it wasn’t just oxygen deprivation that was making her weak. Dark spots began to dance across her vision, obscuring her view of the tattooed God about to send her into another frenzy of orgasm.

  Vittorio released her neck, putting both of his hands on her hips, fucking her hard and raw for his own pleasure, using her as a toy, while Sharon kicked and shivered in sheer ecstasy. Her pleasurable screams were punctuated with gasps for breath.

  “I’m yours!” Sharon moaned, suddenly overcome by a sense of his ownership of her, of submission and unadulterated joy. “I belong to you!”

  Her frantic, manic cries really did it for Vittorio. She could feel his giant cock throb inside her, finally twitching in time with his spasmodic groans as he pumped her full of his hot semen. He pulled himself out, tossing her onto her side, and crashed down onto the bed next to her.

  Chapter 4

  Sharon

  Sharon lay back, relishing the way her skin tingled all over her body. Vittorio caught his breath next to her and Sharon surprised herself by wriggling her body closer to his. Before she could stop herself, she lay a tentative head against his warm chest.

  Vittorio winced at the affectionate touch but didn’t move or push her away.

  Sharon tested him a bit, snuggled up closer and placed a delicate hand in the center of his chest. Vittorio’s heart beat in a frenzy under her tender touch. The smell of his skin, of his masculinity, was so potent; the sound of his heartbeat was so rhythmic and strong. As much as Sharon loved being dominated by Vittorio, she enjoyed this level of intimacy even more. However, his posture remained rigid, as though he couldn’t bear to relax himself into Sharon’s affectionate embrace.

  “I’m, uh, I’m sorry,” Sharon told him timidly.

  Without saying anything, he lifted Sharon’s hand off his chest and made a move to sit up. Sharon felt her spirits sink. He got up and strode across the room, naked, to the bathroom.

  Sharon waited, nervous.

  When Vittorio rejoined her in bedroom, he no longer looked so angry. Sharon hoped the rough sex had helped. He started to dress himself, but Sharon dreaded the idea of spending another night alone.

  Before he could pull his pants on, she asked, “Will you stay?”

  Vittorio turned to her, his eyes narrowed in confusion and annoyance. “What?” he asked.

  “Will… will you stay the night with me?” Sharon stuttered.

  Vittorio heaved a tired sigh. He stared at her, his eyes dark and unfeeling, and raked a hand through his thick black hair. Sharon’s heart pounded as she braced herself for his rejection.

  “Yeah,” Vittorio finally said, surprising her.

  “Really?” Sharon asked, shocked.

  Vittorio nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll stay.”

  Sharon was overwhelmed with relief and excitement. If he was staying, she figured he couldn’t be that mad at her. In just his boxers, he unmade the bed Sharon had been sleeping in alone all week. He slipped under the fluffy duvet and Sharon followed eagerly behind. She inched her way closer to him, further encouraged when he wrapped a strong arm around her and drew her into his chest. She snuggled into him, savoring his warmth.

  She rested a gentle hand over his beating heart. She knew that, deep in his core, he really was capable of softness, of sweetness. She could just feel it.

  Before long, Vittorio’s breathing deepened and slowed. His body relaxed, his arm growing heavy around Sharon’s shoulders, as he slipped into a deep sleep. She closed her eyes, happy to have him there. Her mind ran away with itself, wondering if maybe he’d start to stay with her more often. The minutes began flying by as she imagined their new, more intimate life if he did.

  Just as her blonde lashes began to flutter closed, Vittorio kicked out in his sleep and Sharon was jerked awakeVittorio. She propped herself up, her nurturing hand still safely resting on his chest. His muscles flexed and his head lolled to the other side, his face contorted almost in pain.

  He began to mumble. Sharon had
never shared such a private moment with anyone. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just sat still.

  “L-Lara, no,” Vittorio whispered.

  Who is Lara? Sharon wondered, her heart falling.

  Chapter 5

  Sharon

  The chilly wind whipped Sharon’s hair back as she watched the sunset. She sat on the top of Vittorio’s sporty little yacht, a sleek white masterpiece of a sea vessel. Sharon had never been on a boat before, so she’d been extremely excited when Vittorio had asked her to join him. She felt fabulously nautical in a pair for flared navy chinos, boating loafers and a striped white shirt. The air smelled heavily of salt and Sharon took big deep lungfuls. She was happy to be anywhere but the penthouse. She’d been cooped up for almost two full weeks now. A change of scenery had definitely been needed.