CHAPTER 4: My virgin blood.

CAPRICCIO Exclusive Club Milano~

The evening faded and night was fast approaching. After Isabella had dropped her sister at her neighbor's apartment for the night, she made her way to the famous Capriccio club in Milan. Milan, one of the biggest cities in Italy, is undoubtedly the leading financial center and the most manufacturing and commercial city in Italy, making it a home for tourists. Bus lines run to different parts of the city with noises from different trucks and machines.

There were hundreds of bars, pubs, breweries, restaurants and discos that invaded all the main streets with street lights, signboards and neon lights glimmering in the dark night. Isabella roamed through the Brera district in the heart of Milan which is one of the city's most vibrant neighborhoods. There were rogues, thugs and some bad guys in jeans and a hood, smoking and chuckling at a dark corner. She walked quietly on the pavement, praying not to be seen by one of them. As she tries to cross the road, glimmering lights from cars shone on her while she protects her eyes by placing her palms over them.

She finally arrived at the clubhouse and her room was shown to her by some of Leonardo's guards.

She went nervously into the room to wait for the strange owner that purchased her for the night. She had no idea of his age, appearance, status or features.

She sat at the edge of the bed, keeping a close watch at the door and scanning the room. The room was small and comfy with a large four poster bed which had white bed sheets and pillows. A large mirror stood on top of a nightstand with a lamp beside it. The tiled floor sent coldness to her feet and there were rose petals scattered at every angle.

Everywhere was quiet except for the ticking clock whose hands looked like it ceased from moving.

Her heart pounds in rhythm to the ticking sound of the clock.

She adjusted herself on the bed, brushing her hair with her fingers and letting out a sigh as she stared at the door once again.

"So! Here it is!"

"The cherry popping room." She said nervously as she gave herself a tight hug. She had no idea what her experience would be.

"It shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, just a piece of skin is going to be torn. Just a pain that would bring me the most money at the needed time."

She stood and looked into the mirror and she could see her hair was a little bit messy from running her fingers through it.

Her eyes remained wide, probably a little terrified and afraid.

Just then, her attention was diverted as soon as the door creaked and a knock followed.

"Oh! no!" She gasped as she turned to face the door.

"May I come in?" The deep husky voice requested from outside. The voice sent chills to her spine, making her heart race triple in anxiety. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

The knock continues and her heart pounds faster. It felt like a dream that she didn't know the response to give.

"One..two…three…

She counted long and the door creaked open. She slowly removed her hands from her face and opened her eyes which were closed and she saw him. The one who had purchased her.

He's in his early thirties. Probably nine or ten years older than her. He is huge with spiky black hair and broad shoulders.

"Stand up!" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face.

"Striscia! (*Strip!!)"

She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra.

"Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!"

She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out.

She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

She moved to her panties and hesitated.

"All of it!"

The gentleman ordered as he watched her with utmost attention.

Wriggling out of her panties,she clasped her fingers to her pussy, hoping her long hair will in some way cover her body.

"Remove your hands, let me have a look!"

She slowly removed her hands shyly. She had never been undressed in front of a man before.

"Turn around!" He ordered, making her move in a circle so he could see all of her.

"Come closer!" He ordered lastly while she took slow paces towards him as he stood still, assessing her from head to toe. She wouldn't deny that each of his instructions and orders were starting to get on her nerves. Each words, an irritation. All she had to do was think of her father.

"There it is! There is the fire I saw!"

The words came out of the young gentleman as he caressed her cheeks down to her neck. His touches sent a tingling sensation all over her body but she stood still and watched as he continued stroking and fondling her. He held her chin to view her beautiful face. Stroking her cheeks, he glides his thumb across her Lower lip and a gasp escapes from her mouth.

"So you want to have that cherry taken from you urhn?. To be fucked by a real man". He said with a smirk as he stroked her silky black hair, moving it behind her ears so he could have a proper look at her face.

Isabella slowly opened her eyes, startled and breathless, she did a thorough examination of the young man standing before her. His chiseled features were eliminated by the soft glowing light from the candle. His long dark hair tousled by the wind, and his eyes, a captivating shade of deep blue, held a mixture of surprise and concern. His strong jawline and a hint of stubble accentuated his rugged handsomeness. In total he emanates power and his husky voice was authoritative.

He presses his thumb against her lips, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

"This mouth will be made to suck a big nice cock we've got tonight and by the time I'm done with you, not one part of your body will be innocent anymore."

Moving her backwards, he collapsed her to the bed and spread her thighs wide. Holding her legs tightly, he steps between them with a smirk as he watches her nicely trimmed pussy and finally locks eyes with her as she lays silently and shudders on the white bedsheet, giving access to his dominance.

"Very nice! I knew you'd have a very nice juicy p**y. I can see how wet you are".

Moving his hands from her thighs, he slides up her body. He cups her tits, pressing them together and gliding down towards her pussy, spreading its lips with a groan.

Stroking across her cl*t with his finger, she arched up and a cry escaped her beautifully carved lips.

"So sensitive and wet, we are going to have a lot of fucking fun tonight."

He steps away, starting to undress himself with each piece of clothing landing on the floor without a care in the world.

She looked at him shyly as he finally stood naked. His body was loaded with ebbs, packs and muscles, quite tempting and arousing. His length says it all, thick, fat and long at the same time. It stood erect, loaded with veins and waiting for some happy moments. The thought of it thrusting and hitting the walls of her tight p**y made her shiver. She shuddered more as he approached her.

He knew she was afraid because he could see the fear in her eyes. He felt pity for her, he's never f**d a virgin before. He doesn't know if he can be gentle with her but just then, he remembered he doesn't have to. He bought her and owned her for the night. She's now his possession, a willing slave to keep his bed warm through the night.

"You ever seen a c**k before?." He asked, wrapping his fingers around his length and looking into her deep blue eyes. Does she even realize how beautiful she was, maintaining her position and spreading her legs wide open like that?.