Taken by Vincenzo

by Katrina S Karter

  “Answer my question.”

  “I don’t want you. I will never want you!”

  “You’ve already earned one punishment, and now you’ve earned this.” His other hand ripped my panties. I squirmed under him, but he forced my thighs apart with one rough shove of his knee.

  I have never felt so embarrassed. I hate being hopeless and at someone’s mercy and I’m at the mercy of the devil. His finger delved inside me, and I whimper. It is too much.

  “Stop. Stop.” My head flops from side to side as I try to move away from his exploring fingers, but he tightens his grip.

  “No.” He slowed down but did not stop. His touch was gentler, but I did not care. I don’t want him to touch me at all.

  “Please. Please stop.”

  “You’re scared.”

  I bit my lip until I tasted my own blood on my tongue. I’ve never admitted my fears to anyone, and I sure didn’t want to say a damn thing to him.

  “Just kill me already. Why toy with me. Don’t you have better things to do?”

  “Yes, but I can multitask.” He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean.

  “I’ll be gentle.”

  “I don’t want you to be gentle. Don’t touch me at all.”

  “Good I like it rough.” He pushed a button. Long chains dropped down from the ceiling. He fastened the manacle on each wrist.

  What is he doing? “You torture people in bed. Do you bring men here too?”

  “Fuck no! I’m not going to torture you.”

  “Why the chains.” I yanked on them, but it was no use. I was trapped by metal now.

  He nudged my thighs apart and slid in between them. I jerked trying to shake him off, but he gripped my legs tighter. His breath was hard as he trailed kisses down my stomach. My muscles tensed when his lips touched me down below.

  “Please. Stop.” His tongue wasn’t gentle as he licked his tongue against my center, and a bolt of electricity ran through me. Something inside me was building.

  “Why? Why are you scared?”

  Why doesn’t he understand? “Ok. I admit it. I’m scared. I’m a virgin.”

  “I will stop on one condition,” said Vincenzo.

  “You do everything I say.”

  “I’m not sleeping with you.” His body tensed above me and his fingers pushed inside me.

  “I could take it now, and make you love it.”

  Is he crazy? I’m not going to challenge him. Biting my lip, I dropped my gaze to his broad chest.

  Leaning over me, he pushed the button. The chains released and retracted into the ceiling. Rubbing my hands, I stared at him. “Wet your fingers and stick them in your pussy.”

  Sucking my finger, I close my eyes and stuck my finger inside myself.

  “Rub your clit.” He pushed my finger deeper inside and added his finger. The little nub was swollen.

  “Spread your legs.” I opened my legs further. I tensed when he ripped the covers off me. His eyes zeroed in on my lower lips before he shoved my legs further apart.

  My head fell against the pillow my breath came in spurts as I lifted my hips to meet my fingers. The ache between my legs intensified. Opening my eyes. I saw him wrap his hand around his cock. The veins in his cock showed as he pumped it in his hand.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Our scent filled the room as my breathy pants became louder. The more I stared at his cock the more the veins became pronounced. He leaned over me and squirted the clear liquid on my stomach.

  Taking his finger, he took a drop and rubbed it over my clit. His fingers moved faster and faster. Heat swirled inside me and my hips bucked, and I grabbed his shoulders digging my nails in his shoulders.

  The ache inside me was almost painful. My muscles tensed as I grinded against his fingers. “Don’t stop.”

  I was so wet the moisture ran down my legs. He removed his fingers and knelt between my legs. His tongue snaked inside me thrusting it like it was his cock. He lifted his head to stare in my eyes.

  “Come now.” Taking my clit between his teeth. He bites me.

  I’m screaming coming in his mouth. Stars burst behind my eyes and I flopped back against the pillow as he continued to suck until the last tremors ran up my spine.

  Tingles ran through me as I felt my passions come alive again. His semi-erect cock started to become hard again. I watched him stroke it until it was hard. Biting my lip. I watched him crawl on top of me. I spread my legs further to allow him to slide in between my thighs.

  Smearing the cum inside my lips he slid inside. My muscles tensed at the fullness, and he held my lips apart with his fingers and eased inside me again. Pain made me tense and his slow stroke was not easing the ache. I moved my hips trying to ease the ache.

  He pulled all the way out then thrust it in breaking through the thin barrier, then paused dropping his head against my chest. Several minutes passed and the pain started to fade. He flicked his tongue over my nipples. I moved my hips. Picking me up he lifted me on his lap where I grinded against him. When the pressure built up, I fell off the cliff. I bit his lower lip as every muscle in my body spasmed.

  When I opened my eyes, I tried to move off him. This man wanted to kill Sergi and me. What did I do? I fuck him like I love him. I give our enemy what should belong to my husband. My virginity.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Trapping me on the side of him he rolled over spooning me. His sweaty skin clung to mine as we spooned together like a married couple.

  “Why didn’t you use a condom?” Can I get pregnant from one time? I know it’s possible but what are the odds? That would be a nightmare.

  “You’re clean,” said Vincenzo

  “I could have a disease how do you know?” There is no talking to him. He is unreasonable, and I shouldn’t expect anything different.

  Throwing the covers aside I kick my legs over the bed. I cannot stay another moment in this room. He’s wrong, but I’m a grown woman. This bastard made me burn hotter than the fires of hell. I don’t know what women have come before me, or who will come after, but I can’t trust him. These feelings have me doubting whether I can trust myself.

  “You were a virgin. No man will ever touch you but me. Take one step toward the door and I’ll spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

  “I’ve got to clean myself up.” Why can’t he leave me be? I can’t look him in the eye and act like I haven’t lain with the devil.

  “The bathrooms through that door. It doesn’t matter how hard you scrub. I’ve marked you.”

  What the hell does that mean? I’m weary and I can’t spare with him right now. I’m too raw. “Am I a dog? Dogs mark their territory.”

  “A real man that awakens a woman’s passion and makes her his, marks her.”

  This son of a bitch is crazy. Why do I even bother to ask questions? “You didn’t do anything, and your touch is already forgotten.”

  He stalked to me, but I refused to run like a zebra from a lion. I’m not prey damn it. One mistake. I’m allowed to make one mistake and it not mess up my whole life.

  “I see you doubt me, but it was you who was begging me not to stop less than five minutes ago.” His right hand dipped below to stroke himself.

  Gritting me teeth, I dug my nails in my hand. He’s right but so what. I refused to look at that impressive cock between his legs. Life wasn’t fair. There are men out here with a penis size smaller than a Vienna sausage, and he had one the size of a yacht. “You should’ve recorded it because hell will freeze over before I beg you again.”

  I reached the bathroom visibly shaking. Dousing cold water on my face I stare at myself in the mirror. Who am I kidding? I am so screwed. The bathroom looked like it was fit for the president of the United States. There was Italian marble on the floor all the way to the embroidered hand towels, such elegance didn’t belong in this monster’s house.

  The warm soapy water I used eased the ache inside. If I’m honest this was the longest, I have ever h
and washed myself. Am I trying to be clean or am I chasing a release? Throwing the washcloth on the counter I lean against the cabinets. It would be worse if he knew how bad I ache right now.

  The door swung open. He strolled in and pushed me away from the sink.

  “Why are you using my washcloth?”

  His eyes narrowed on me. “We’ve shared all this fluid together, but I can’t use your washcloth. Get the hell out of here.” He turned and placed the cloth on the towel rack. After wiping the excess water off he turned to me.

  “Why are you smiling?” What the hell does he think is so funny?

  “You don’t like to share, but I’m the only one here with a toothbrush. Will you walk around with your mouth smelling like cow shit?”

  He’s sick. If I escape, then I can get my own toothbrush. “I have plenty of toothbrushes.”

  “Your house has been blown up. You look stressed.” His lips curved as he took the same washcloth and soaped it up. He tightened his but cheeks as he cleaned himself.

  He must be joking. What kind of psycho blows up a house? “You didn’t. We were just there.”

  “There’s nothing left but the rats, and because it was built in the late nineteen forties the home insurance will pay for it.”

  I slapped him across the face. “It was all that I had from my mother. I’ll kill you.” He thrust me against the wall, and his fingers closing over my throat.

  “Give up. You can’t win,” said Vincenzo.

  “Never. I’d rather die. I hate you.” I kept spitting vile things until he cut off my oxygen. I wouldn’t stop clawing at him. A deep satisfaction settled in my belly when my nails raked over his shoulders drawing blood.

  “You like me, but I vow, you’ll love me before this is over.”

  When I opened my eyes, I was lying face down on his lap. My thoughts were fuzzy. He blew up my house. The only thing I had that Sergi hadn’t pawned, stolen or lost. The ache in my chest was like I lost them all over again.

  I hate the tears that run down my face. To be vulnerable like this, in the arms of the psycho, who caused the pain, is paralyzing. I’m not sure why I thought I would escape, and this would work out somehow. This isn’t a fantasy novel, and I’m not a hero. My whole life people have been walking over me, and now Sergi had allowed this man to take mom’s last legacy. Her house was wiped from the face of the earth.

  “You’re supposed to cry after the punishment.”

  “I’m grown. I don’t get punished.” He ran his hands over my butt.

  “Just do it. I don’t care anymore.” He could torture me. I didn’t care. I was numb.

  “You’ll get twelve licks for disrespecting and fighting me. You will count each one aloud or I start over.”

  7

  Tatiana

  Mom spanked us when we were little. How bad could this be? It’s more embarrassing than anything. I will lay here maybe; even fake cry, and it will all be over soon.

  His fingers massaged my butt cheeks. The circular motions made me relax despite his intentions to punish me. I am draped over his legs like a blanket.

  What is it about him that makes my body forget he is the enemy? “Can you get on with it?”

  Wham. The fire spread across my right cheek. This hurt. How many licks did he intend to give me?

  I don’t hear you counting,” said Vincenzo. He smacked the right cheek in the same spot.

  “Damn you.” I squirmed trying to get away from his heavy palm. “Two.”

  “It’s one. Every time you disrespect or try to avoid your punishment then I start back at one,” said Vincenzo.

  The bastard must be into inflicting pain. He’s in the mafia. Isn’t that what they do?

  Wham. “Two.” My voice breathy as the pain shot through my left cheek. My muscles tense as his hand came down again and again.

  “Twelve.” There was heat after the pain. My body tingled as electrical pulses zapped between my legs. Spreading myself wider I rubbed myself against his cool knee.

  “Did I say you could fuck my leg like a dog?” His hand slapped against my butt.

  I lost count. My voice strained from holding my grunts, and my teeth sank into his thigh when he rested on my cheek. The moisture ran down my leg.

  “You’re leaking all over me.” He shoved a finger inside me.

  My teeth dug into my lower lip as my hips jerked against his finger. The pressure was unbearable and my release too close to deny. I bucked against him trying to pull his finger deeper inside me.

  “Your ass looks perfect with my red palm print,” said Vincenzo. He stroked deep inside me but avoided the clit. A smile lit his face when I growled, and he flipped me on the mattress.

  “Why should I let you come? Your orgasms belong to me.” He pushed my legs apart and slid down my body. His hot breath tickled my navel as he nibbled my inner thighs.

  If he licks me down there, I’m going to come whether he likes it or not. He swiped his tongue on the inside then sat up staring at me.

  “You want my tongue on your greedy swollen clit? Beg me.” He watched as more moisture ran down my leg.

  Any tongue would do. I’d rather a complete stranger than him, but my body is weak, but my mind is strong like steel. “Go to hell. I’ll never beg you.”

  Rolling over I pulled the covers over me and turned my back on him. Forcing my eyes shut I wound my fingers in the sheet to keep from stroking my clit until I faint.

  “Challenge accepted.” He flung the covers to the floor and handcuffed my hands to the bedrails.

  “What are you doing?” I pulled against the handcuffs. My pulse leapt into my throat as he crawled down my body.

  “You’ll beg now. Our bodies never lie, and the song it sings to me lures me like no other.” He pushed my legs further apart.

  “You have my permission to scream.” He latched on to my clit and sucked hard.

  I arched off the bed a high pitch scream tore from my throat. I’m grateful my hands are handcuffed, so I can’t dig them into his hair. My legs shook as an earthquake of sensations assaulted me. The orgasm left me limp as tremors wracked my body as he kept on sucking.

  Just as the last spasm died his feather-light tongue strokes became fierce as he quickened the pace. Sweat dripped from my body as a second orgasm swept through me. I tried to wiggle to get away from him, but his arms clamped down on my hips.

  “Trying to run? You’ve earned yourself another orgasm.”

  Is he crazy? I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm twice since some women claim they can’t orgasm at all. My jaw clenches as a third orgasm rolls over me.

  His lips touch mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. Our breath mingles as he slid inside me in one stroke. He can kiss. When his lips touch mine, I forget he’s the enemy.

  My juices coating his cock as he pulls all the way out to slam inside me again. The headboard squeaks with each thrust. His balls tightened. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside me. If I have another orgasm I’ll die, or worse, beg him. Beg him to never stop fucking me. I’m not choosing him. I choose me. My self-respect.

  He stroked deep twice then he came collapsing on me. His warm cum settled deep inside me as his hips jerked until the last drop was inside me. I signed and relaxed when his cock went flaccid. After he unlocked the handcuffs, he walked into the bathroom.

  I rubbed my wrist. Every limb in my body felt heavy as I lay trying to get the strength to move. This would be the perfect time to run from the room, naked or no, but I can’t move. He’s taken all of my energy.

  Warm water ran down my stomach. My eyes flew open. “I can wash myself. Give it to me.” I tried to grab my washcloth out of his hands.

  “No.” Pushing my hands aside he continued to clean me.

  Cool air flowed into the room through the vent above the bed. Staring up at the ceiling I wondered how I ever came to be in the hands of the mafia. This did not fit into the grand plans I had for my life. I shivered as he ran the cloth over my
clit. Does everyone that has sex feel like this? Is it normal to want to screw all the time? This is worse than drugs.

  What are you doing?” I sit up. His fingers are doing more than cleaning me. I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I like it or the fact that my body wants it despite my hatred for him.

  Tossing the cloth on the nightstand he slid in between my thighs. He pushed two fingers inside me stroking fast. I pushed at his shoulders trying to get away from him. My eyes closed as he added a third finger inside me. He removed his fingers, and I clutched at his shoulders, my eyes flying open.

  Without taking his eyes from mine, he sank to his knees and bit my clit. A scream tore through me as I fell against the pillows as my pussy squirted.

  He stood up and trotted from the room. A second later the lock slid in place.

  I can’t believe that he locked me in here. The air conditioner came on. A gust of air flowed over my clammy skin. His cum is traveling down my leg, but I cannot summon the strength to get to clean myself. A minute is all I need. My eyes close.

  8

  Vincenzo

  There are five cars parked out front of Dave’s Liquor store. I’m sure there would be more cars if it weren’t Sunday. I don’t judge people cause we all got our vices but getting drunk a block down from St. Paul’s Catholic Church seemed wrong. Who am I to judge? I’m going to paint the church steps with Carlos’s brain matter as soon as he steps outside the church. This is the closest I’ve been to the word of God since Mom died. It doesn’t matter. I know I’m going to hell anyway, so why lie to myself?

  “Lucas are you sure Carlos went to morning service today?” The glare of the morning sun rays made staring at my watch painful.

  “Maria said he never misses service,” said Lucas. He loaded the magazine in his second Glock.

  Why would Lucas take Maria’s word? He has been acting bat shit crazy, but this is ridiculous. “How can you believe her?” The street is empty, and there aren’t even cars passing by heading for the freeway.