1 - The Way It Is, Marked

“Make yourself comfortable for a moment, I have to make a phone call.” Antonio said as he ushered Quinn into his apartment, took out his phone and wandered off up the long hallway.

She looked around at the vast living area stunned. It was a split level area with steps down to the living area. Couches sat in front of a gas fire place with TV above on the stone wall, with a dining area and large black kitchen on the same level as the entrance foyer. She wandered over to the large glass windows, they stretched up for two stories and looked out over Manhattan harbor. A large chandelier sat pride of place high above the living area. The space was huge!

“Shit, this place must have cost about ten million!” She muttered.

“More like twenty.” Antonio’s deep voice came to her and she turned to see him walk back in. He had shed his suit jacket, tie and vest and was rolling the sleeves up on his shirt.

“Want a drink?” He asked as he went over to the kitchen and opened a cabinet that contained a bottle of Macallan scotch. He pulled it down and grabbed himself a chunky square glass from the glass frosted cabinet housing lots of different glassware. He looked up at Quinn from under his brows as she didn’t answer.

“I have that white wine in the fridge that you like.” He lifted his head and gave her a sultry smile. “Relax, Petalo, you’ve been quiet all the way here.”

“What do you expect?” She accused as he lifted his glass and sipped his drink. He lowered it slowly, his top lip twitching irritably.

“Have you forgotten your manners?” His tone changed to a menacing one and Quinn realized her mistake.

 “Sorry, sir.” She dropped her eyes to the floor.

“Answer my question.” He said firmly, staring at her with those dark eyes.

“Yes, please, sir. I would like a glass of wine…sorry I was rude.” She talked quickly, coming towards him and standing before him, her eyes downcast.

He reached out a hand and placed it on her head. “I’ll forgive that little outburst in light of today’s revelations to you…” He stepped away and got the wine from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet, pouring her a glass before stepping back in front of her and holding it out.

She took it from his hand carefully, with both of hers. “Thank you.”

“Hmm, I’ve got you all weekend…” He thrummed as he whipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. She startled, making sure the wine didn’t spill as she held it out to the side and looked up at his cruel smile and glittering eyes. “…I have plans for you before I let you go and live by yourself…so drink up and get relaxed.”

She swallowed hard as he lifted her wine glass in her hand to her lips and made her drink. He kept pressing the bottom of the glass, tilting it up so she drank almost half of it before he let it go and chuckled darkly.

“I’ve spent quite a bit of money to renovate a special room for you here…are you looking forward to seeing it?”

Quinn felt heat pool in the depths of her core and she bit her lip, her eyes searching his face. “Yes, sir…” She said hesitant and nervous.

He smirked, pleased at her answer, and ran his fingers down her cheek and to her throat circling them around to the dip at the back of her skull and pulled her up to his waiting mouth. He kissed her languidly, his tongue exploring her mouth until she whimpered out a breathy moan. He pulled back and that smirk seemed satisfied.

“Good girl…now loose the clothes.” His order was deep and smooth as he stepped back, lifting his whisky glass and waited for her to comply. “You are forbidden to wear clothes in this apartment from now on, you will lose them at the door when you enter.”

Quinn put her wine glass down, butterflies in her stomach making her feel nauseous and moved out of the kitchen to stand in a clear space on the other side of the island bench. She toed her shoes off and removed her socks then pulled her sweatshirt off and her t-shirt then undid her jeans and removed them placing all her clothes over the breakfast stool.

“That’s enough, come here.” Antonio instructed, leaving her in her underwear.

Quinn walked back around the kitchen bench and he grabbed her waist, lifting her to sit on the bench top and lifted her feet around his waist as he stepped between her legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders as his hands came to her breasts and he kissed her again, more passionately this time, more controlling.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back as he pulled the cups of her bra down and played his fingers over her nipples. He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck before devouring a nipple with his mouth.

Her head tipped back and she moaned out a breath of pleasure. He looked up and smirked. “You’re needy tonight, Quinn, have you missed me while I’ve been here for the past six months?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied, honestly. Her body absolutely craved him, no matter how much her mind screamed at her and wanted to focus on the conversation in Augusto’s study, his touch, his scent, his voice, his heat made her forget everything but him.

He chuckled as his fingers slipped between her legs and under her panties, stroking through her pussy and round her clit. She gasped and moaned.

“You’re so wet…I doubt I even need to prepare you for me, I bet I could just thrust straight in.” He kissed her neck, sucking on it, then nibbled on her earlobe as his fingers slid inside her and he slowly twisted them. She bucked against it, gripping onto his shirt. “Who do you belong to, Quinn, I want to hear it?” He whispered in her ear.

“You, Antonio.” She breathed, starting to pant, her body getting hot.

“That’s right and I’m going to imprint that on your body tonight so you never forget it while you’re off at college during the weekdays.”

She opened her eyes, a little startled. “You want me to come back every weekend?”

He leaned back from her, making her arms drop and he pulled his fingers from her wet pussy and pressed them to her lips. “Lick.” He ordered and she obediently complied. “Of course I want you here every weekend, what else would you be doing?” He grabbed her by a fistful of hair and yanked her head back, leaning over her intimidatingly now he snarled in her face. “Don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you free enough to go to parties and see other people, Quinn.”

“I’m sorry, sir…I didn’t mean…”

“Shut it…follow me.” He stepped away and stalked up the hall he had walked up before when on his phone. Quinn dropped off the kitchen counter and followed with a flutter of apprehension. He could be a really good lover but he could also be cruel and she could never tell his moods he was also closed off emotionally like a brick wall.

He led her down the hall and paused at a door with an electronic keypad, he punched some numbers in and opened the door, pushing her in front of him and making her step into the room first. She tensed up immediately and stumbled forward as he pushed her all the way in.

A playroom!

Equipped with several pieces of BDSM furniture that Quinn had never seen before. There was a huge X thing in one corner, a chair that looked like it should be in a doctor’s office as it had foot stirrups and a thing that looked like a pommel horse or small massage table yet had places for restraining knees and arms and made her feel very nervous. The most normal thing in the room was the bed, but even that had a cage over the top with restraints attached to it as well as restraints attached over the mattress. She hadn’t even let her eyes roam to the things that were displayed on the walls and in shelves.

She took an involuntary step backwards but hit the brick wall of Antonio’s chest. His hands gripped her shoulders as he rested his chin down on top of her head.

“What do you think, Quinn? Are you nervous? Trying to escape already?”

Quinn licked her dry lips trying to form some sort of reply. “I…ah…”

He guided her further into the room and to the bed, turning her around and lifting her chin to look at him. “Answer me…I want to know what you’re thinking?”

“Ah…this is…umm…quite a big step up from…”

“From what we’ve been doing? Yes, it is, but now I own you.” Antonio stated, letting her go and stepping back to stare at her body with a twisted smirk. “How about you lose the underwear and get on your knees like a good girl.”

Quinn was trembling, she wasn’t actually sure if it was from fear, nerves or excitement. She decided it was from all three and that combination was making her wet. She stripped, placing her underwear on the end of the bed and sat on the floor on her shins as Antonio shut the door.

He turned back and his eyes sparkled to see she had been obedient. “This room is soundproof and I intend to teach you how pain can become pleasure…up until now I’ve been pretty tame with you, a little spanking and light flogging, nipple play and my favorite anal play, but from now on you are going to have to learn to accept my full depraved personality.”

Quinn swallowed hard, staring at the floor. She wanted to run but how do you run from such a dangerous man without him finding you and doing even worse things to you, she was still getting over the shock of having a gun to her head.

He crouched down in front of her and lifted her chin again, his eyes darkened to see tears brimming hers. One lone tear dropped off her eyelashes and ran down her cheek. “Ah, petalo…you are beautiful. Do you understand what I’ve told you?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

He saw she was trembling as he wiped the tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, petalo, I’ll start off easy and even let you use a safeword. Now get on the bed and spread your legs.”

He stood in the middle of the room with his hands in the pockets of his pants and watched her as she crawled up the bed and lay down on her back, bent her knees up and then spread her feet wide letting her knees fall open and display herself fully open, wet and ready for him. Antonio merely chuckled before turning away and walking over to a set of shelves where various toys were laid out.

“I had thought you were trembling from fear, but I can see by how your naked pussy is glistening that you’re excited…that’s good…” He turned back with something in his hands and walked over. “You’re a good girl, petalo, we’re going to have a lot of fun in this room together.

Antonio’s phone bleeped as a message came through and Quinn thought it weird, he usually turned his phone off when they were busy. He lifted his head from between her legs and wiped his mouth with a satisfied smirk, getting up and undoing the Velcro straps on her ankles. “Relax for a moment…” He said as he went and checked his phone then took a fine nib ink pen and came back to her, flicking the Velcro straps on the restraints to keep her legs straight and closed. He leaned over her and wrote his full name on Quinn’s skin, low on her belly angled between her pubis and hip bones. He scrawled it out long in cursive and looked at it with a satisfied smirk then lifted his gaze to meet Quinn’s inquisitive one.

“I said I was going to imprint my name on you tonight…” He said cryptically then walked to the door and left, leaving her stretched out and feeling like something she wasn’t going to like was about to happen and now she was tied up and unable to do anything to stop it.

Her heart was hammering in fear as she heard voices in light conversation as the door opened and Antonio returned with a man with a long ponytail and tattoos covering every part of his skin including up his neck and parts of his face, accompanied by Matteo, Antonio’s right hand man, who was watching the guy carefully with a grim expression.

The guy grinned widely at the sight of Quinn stretched out on the bed, tied up and now trembling. “Smells like sex in here…” The guy chuckled as his eyes swept the room.

Matteo slow blinked at the sight of her and looked away, standing like a statue by the door as he closed it.

“A-antonio?” She breathed in fright.

“Relax…this is Jimmy, he’s here to tattoo my name permanently into your skin, so stay still!”

“What! Wait, Antonio…no, please, don’t do that!” Quinn started to panic but Antonio ignored her and instructed the tattooist to set up and get on with it.

Jimmy opened his bag and started setting out his gear on the little trolley table Antonio had pulled over next to the bed, before putting on some black latex gloves. Antonio came to Quinn’s head and stroked his hand over her hair, brushing it back from her sweaty face. “Stop freaking out, petalo…you’ll be fine, this doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as I’ve even hurt you before.”

“But…” Quinn breathed, trying to see what Jimmy was doing.

“Eyes on me, baby…” Antonio intoned making Quinn look up at him and calm. “Good girl…I need this reassurance in order to let you go to college, understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Quinn?” He growled.

“Yes, sir.” She replied meekly.

She heard Jimmy chuckle. “Wow, I’ve read about this sort of thing…you’re crazy man!”

“Just shut up and do your job, I’m paying you plenty to keep your mouth shut and work fast!” Antonio barked at him. Quinn squeezed her eyes shut to stave off tears when the tattoo gun buzzed to life as Jimmy checked it then set out the black ink ready.

“Okay, I’m ready to start…just this name, right?” He traced his fingertips over Quinn’s skin causing her to jump and flinch with a small yelp. “Wow, okay…that can’t be happening…”

Antonio lay a hand over Quinn’s sternum. “Eyes, Quinn…breathe.” He looked down on her as her eyes opened and locked with his.

Jimmy watched for a second feeling a stirring in his pants and grit his teeth. Fuck this was erotic…he had done some real private tattoos on chicks before but nothing ever seemed this provocative before. He tentatively touched the girl’s skin again and felt her stiffen but she didn’t jump like last time.

“I’m going to keep my hands on you so you get used to it, okay?”

“She’s fine…hurry up and don’t talk to her!” Antonio growled intimidatingly, looking back at Jimmy with a dangerous glare.

Jimmy swallowed hard, knowing the guy standing at the door who had escorted him up in the lift was armed with a gun. “Okay, don’t make me nervous, man!” He breathed out, his fingers stroking across Quinn’s skin and then he stretched it out between finger and thumb and turned the tattoo gun on. It buzzed to life and he heard the girl whimper.

The asshole in charge murmured to her and she stilled again as Jimmy collected some ink and started the tattoo.

Antonio Ferrantè

It only took a few minutes and Jimmy was cleaned up and ready to go.

“Just keep it covered and dry.” He instructed as Matteo opened the door and waved him out before following.

Antonio walked around to her hip and stared at his name etched into Quinn’s skin. “è cosi bello il mio piccolo cannolo” Antonio breathed. (It’s so beautiful, my little Cannoli)

Quinn strained her head up trying to see. “Please, sir…can I see it?”

He looked up under his brows. “Not just yet…I have you in this position for a different reason remember and I believe we were only half way through…” He adjusted the straps on her ankles and opened her legs again. “You let that stranger smell your excitement…” He stroked his fingers over her wet pussy. “Lucky he couldn’t see your juices, you’re soaked…”

Quinn panicked at the deathly calm tone. “I’m sorry, sir…forgive me…I’m…”

“Quiet…” He ordered and she shut up instantly, her heart hammering in her chest.