Guilty

Giulia De Angelis

I'm taken again as he pulls back lifting just enough for Vincenzo to take my mouth, smoothing the skin from which tears run in a steady stream. Open, exposed, humiliated for having had hope at some point, for having reproached those who accept the sinner under their roof, corrupting their souls. I'm wet and I don't feel anything like I felt in that office, I shouldn't have the luxury of having something good when I've only caused inconvenience. The slap comes hard catching my attention. I realize that I almost lost consciousness with the lack of air, but the collar is not removed, now Vincenzo takes one of the ends of the rope and starts whipping my back, I am already hoarse from screaming so much and then he stops. Giovanni has reached his peak and now it's Vincenzo's turn. I feel the long, deep, strong thrusts taking every piece of me for their own. He finishes and then returns with one of his toys, pressing it against my aching flesh and eliciting more scre