CHAPTER ELEVEN: PAIN AND PLEASURE

I felt so stupid, peeping through the slit of the plain grey curtains in the expensive suite Vince had booked. I watched him and Luca smoke and chat on the balcony like inseparable siblings.

How could I not have noticed the resemblance? They looked too much alike. Almost same height, almost same build, same dark hair and from the angle I was, they looked like twins!

I gasped, moving away from the curtain when they both turned towards the room. I quickly went into the bed and pretended to be asleep.

“I hope she’ll be coming with us to the masquerade ball.” I heard Luca say to Vince.

He sighed. “If she behaves for the rest of the day, she might come.” He replied. “She’s quite the wild cat, you know.”

At this, Luca burst into laughter.

“Then you have exactly what you need, brother.” He said.

I waited until they were both out of the room before I opened my eyes but I had to shut them back when I caught sight of Vince returning.

“Get up.” He growled above me.

Fuck. He knew I wasn’t sleeping.

“Why?” I asked, my eyes still shut. I didn’t want to meet his cold gaze.

“Because..” He began and my eyes flew open at the sound of the rustling of his belt. “Daddy’s going to teach you a thing or two about being a sneaky little brat.” His whole demeanor was darker than ever, his strong jaws clenching.

“Vince please--.”

“That’s not my name, little girl.” He shook his head.

Before I could sit up, he dragged me and flung me to the bed, landing me on my tummy. My dress gathered around my waist, exposing my ass in a black thong.

“Don’t you dare touch that dress!” He roared when I tried to cover up.

I dared a look behind me and my breath seized when I met the fiery look in his eyes.

“You infuriating little brat! You tried to run away from me!?” He grunted like a wounded bull.

“Daddy please.” I whimpered, the air teasing my exposed butt.

“Shut up. Daddy doesn’t want to hear your pitiful apologizes. The only words I want to hear is ‘More’ and ‘Harder’, do you understand!?’

“Yes, daddy.” I nodded, shivering with excitement and I could feel my thong getting damp.

“Count.” He growled.

I swallowed, pushing my heart down. I couldn't count how many times I had dreamt of a moment like this--My angry daddy holding a belt to my bare ass. It was exactly like I had fantasized but I wondered how much it would hurt.

“One...” I hadn’t finished before the belt came down hard on my butt. It hurt. It hurt so much but not in a way I couldn’t handle. Vince knew the perfect balance between pain and pleasure.

“I said count!”

“Two!” Thwack! A harder one. I yelped.

“Three.” A blow directly on the previous one. The pain rippled through me, causing my legs to shake.

“Four.” Strike!

“Five..” I whispered, sobbing. I stretched forward when his belt met with my hot flesh again. The pain was getting realer now. I would definitely not be able to sit after this.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” I heard him say in a strangled voice. He was enjoying this. I could hear the pleasure in his voice.

But I didn’t stop. I counted until nine, I couldn’t even feel my butt anymore at this point.

“Ten.” I managed to call for the last time and he struck me.

I broke into tears as he fell on me, his hard-on pressed against my battered butt.

“You’re going to be the death of me, cara.” He puffed out a hard breath into my hair. “You make me go mad with desire, this rawness I can’t explain…” He rained kisses on my hair, my face, my neck and my heart melted.

This was exactly what I needed. Pain and pleasure.

“I want to worship you. I want to break you. I want to fuck you until this insatiable desire for you is quenched! From the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve felt like a crazed man. I’ve felt the things I’ve worked hard to suppress, you undo me, Jessica. You make me want to be.. free.”

His words stole my breath, consumed my soul, rearranged my senses.

“Vince--.” I cried into the bed, my whole body flat under his.

“Shhh, just let me feel you.” His voice trembled, his large and hard body vibrating on me. “Please.” He pleaded, turning me to him.

I hugged him so tight, not caring if neither of us was breathing properly.

There was this overwhelming feeling I felt in my chest. I didn’t know exactly what it was but, it had better not be love because deep down, I knew Vincenzo wasn’t a man that understood what love meant.