"Who hurt you?"Antonio's deep voice cut through the air like daggers. He was strangely calm, like the calm before a storm. "WHO?" He roared. Isabella flinched and lowered her eyes, holding her bleeding arm. Antonio felt his patience snap. He glared at Mario, his jaw ticking angrily. "Who hurt her?""Master Pedro did." Mario blurted. "He tried to assault her and when she hit him, he cut her with a knife."Antonio said nothing more. He uncrossed his legs and grabbed the butcher knife on the table. "Wait here." He murmured to Isabella as he brushed past her. He stormed down the stairs, his face set in a deep scowl, his eyes burning with rage. Looking through the crowd, he spotted Pedro beside a roulette table. When Pedro saw him approaching, he grinned and waved, unaware of what was coming for him. "Antonio, have you come to join us?" He called out. Antonio marched up to him, grabbed his hand and pinned it on the table, then brought down the butcher knife on it. Pedro screamed
"Why did you come back, Isabella?" Isabella lowered her hand and looked up at him. It was time to begin the execution of her plans. "Don't you want me back?" She asked. "Don't." Antonio shook his head. "I ask the questions, and you answer. Now tell me why you're back. The last thing I remember was you calling me a murderer...""I'm sorry." Isabella cut in softly. She lifted her hands helplessly and looked at him. "I'm sorry for everything. I overreacted and I let my emotions get the better of me.""Bullshit." Antonio snapped. "I'd be damned if I believe a word from that mouth of yours.""I'm telling you the truth." She protested. "No. You're telling me what I want to hear." Antonio retorted. He leaned closer a bit, his stormy eyes burning into hers. "Tell me why you're really here, Isabella. I know it's not because you suddenly had a change of heart. You're too stubborn.""Why is it so hard to believe?" Isabella shot back. "I thought this was what you wanted. My submission. Here I
"For your sake, I hope you're ready."Isabella felt a shiver of anticipation go down her spine. Maybe, just maybe, she could actually enjoy this plan of hers. "Very well." She nodded, then reached for her discarded hoodie. "What are you doing?" Antonio asked. She paused, her fingers clutched the damp hoodie. "You asked me to dress up." She said, slightly confused. "I didn't mean that, silly girl." Antonio shook his head. "It's wet, and you will catch a cold."He brushed past her, taking her hand and pulling her with him. Reaching over the couch, he grabbed one of his discarded shirt and handed it to her. "Put this on." He instructed. Isabella accepted the shirt silently and turned to the bathroom. "Where are you going?"She turned back again. "The bathroom. Where else?"Antonio chuckled darkly. "No, amore. I won't have any of that anymore. Stand right there and take off your clothes."Isabella's face heated up with a hot blush. Though he had seen her naked countless times, she
"Welcome to the dark side of my world, Isabella." Antonio rasped. "This is my play room."The word 'playroom' echoed repeatedly in Isabella's ears as she stared at him. She found herself unable to break eye contact. It was as if he held her spell bound.He walked towards her slowly, like a stalker would stalk his prey. When he stood before her, he gently held her shoulders and turned her around. Then his hands lowered to her waist and pressed her against his body. "When I said you had no idea what you're getting yourself into, this was part of what I meant." He murmured in her ear, his breath making her shudder. "I can feel your heart racing. I can feel the waves of fear coming off of you. I know you're scared, so don't you dare lie to me.""Maybe I'm scared." She whispered. "But it doesn't mean I'll leave." She felt his hardness twitch against her bum and she unconsciously rubbed against it. "Such boldness." He chucked, sniffing the side of her neck. "Very well, then. Go on, take a
The moment Isabella stepped out of that sinful pleasure room, she felt a sudden emptiness. She turned back and looked at the dim passage longingly, sighing softly as Antonio shut the door and pushed the hangers back in place. The room called to her, and the urge to tell him to take her there again was so strong. Antonio caught her stare and he smiled smugly. "Don't worry, amore. You'll be back there before you know it." He teased. Isabella scoffed and rolled her eyes. She was about to walk away when Antonio grabbed her arm and yanked her back. "Have you forgotten my rules so soon?" He muttered. She gulped, softly shaking her head. Of course she remembered the rule. No sign of rebellion. "I'm sorry." She murmured. Antonio released her hand and gently propelled her out of the closet. "Keep testing me and you'll suffer for it." He moved her to the couch and pressed her down on it. "Wait here." He ordered. Turning away, he walked out of the room for a moment, heading towards hi
Isabella stood before the door leading to the secret room. Antonio's words echoed in her ears, 'I don't make love... I fuck... hard.' Her core clench in readiness as she imagined all the wicked things he would do to her. She felt him behind her and she wondered what was taking long. "One more thing, amore." He whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shudder. "No questions while we're in there. And no talking unless I say so."He moved away for a moment, then came back behind her. She felt his bare chest press against her back as he leaned over and pushed the button. He was shirtless, and she itched to turn around and gaze at him. The familiar rattle of chains sounded and the hidden door opened, revealing the dim passage she went through moments ago. Antonio placed his hands on her waist and moved her inside. The door shut, trapping them inside the cozy dimness. "Keep walking." He ordered. Isabella forced her wobbly legs forward, her heart slamming wildly in anticipation
Antonio left the bed for a moment, leaving Isabella alone. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, her lips parted. The blindfold had slipped off and she gazed at him in anticipation. "How do you feel?" He whispered as he returned and straddled her. "Answer me.""I can't find the words." She whispered breathlessly. "I feel like I'm on fire.""Good." He nodded, leaning over her. "That's what I want you to feel."Isabella swallowed, moistening her parched throat. Her eyes widened suddenly when she felt a cold object clamp around her nipples. "What's that...?"Antonio pressed a finger on her lips, shutting her up. "No talking." He murmured. His fingers curled around her breasts and she felt the clamp tighten around her nipple. She expected pain, but all it brought out was a stinging kind of pleasure. Antonio's movements were fluid, calculated, smooth. After locking the butterfly nipple clamps over her nipples, he lifted her hands again and cuffed it above her head. "I want to tou
Isabella woke up the next morning, alone. She opened her eyes and jerked upright in surprise. She was back in Antonio's bedroom. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep, sprawled across the couch in the pleasure room. She stretched and yawned, running her fingers through her tousled hair. A quick glance at the clock beside the bed told her it was almost noon. How long had she slept? She pushed the covers away and got off the bed. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she paused, staring at the black shirt she had on. This wasn't what she wore the previous night. Antonio must have changed the shirt when he brought her back to the room. Her thighs were sore, and so was her feminine part. She winced, looking down at her inner thighs. Dried blood was smeared all over her skin. So last night was real, she thought to herself. Her innocence had been taken by the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on. She blushed deeply and covered her face, somewhat embarrassed when she r
"I have no plans of behaving." Isabella whispered. Antonio was silent for a moment, his gaze burning into hers. He released her hair and fished out something from his pocket. "You're not going to behave, right?" He murmured thickly. "No.""You want me to fuck you right here? Right now?"She arched into him, her hands locked around his neck. "Maybe." She whispered. A moment later, she felt the stimulator vibrate against her clit and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. "You still won't behave?" He asked, cranking the remote to the highest volume. "Please." She whimpered, leaning weakly agaisnt him. "Mario can hear me.""I don't care." Antonio rasped. He trailed the remote down the side of her neck to the swell of her breasts. "You'd like me to fuck you in here, right? While you try to hold back your cries of pleasure?"He pressed the button when she remained silent and she cried out, her body shuddering and convulsing. "Answer me." He growled. "Yes." She breathed. "Oh God,
Isabella gasped and tried to regain her balance, knowing well that Antonio would go into a fit of rage if he saw her in this stranger's arms. The blonde man appeared surprised for a moment, then he smiled. "Are you alright, bellissima?" He uttered in thick Italian accent. His hand lowered down her back as he tried to push her up. "I'm fine." Isabella forced a smile and tried to move away from him, but he held her in place. "I'm sorry I...""Va bene, signòra. I am Bruno." His smile widened. He was completely drunk. "Nice to meet you, Bruno. Please let go of me." Isabella tried to move away, but his grip around her was like a vise. She looked behind her and panicked when she spotted Antonio coming towards the lounge. "I will let you go if you tell me your name." Bruno continued in a teasing manner, pulling her to sit beside him. "Let go." She snapped suddenly, snatching her hand away from his grip and moving away from him. A second later, she felt Antonio's strong arm curl around
"How long have you known Antonio?"Isabella stared at the blonde woman before her. She could smell the chocolatey fragrance from her cologne, and when she flicked her hair over her shoulder, she perceived a whiff of lavender."Uh, a month now." She answered, trying not to sound awkward. Compared to Caterina and the other woman seated around, she felt like a rag doll. "A month?" Caterina repeated, clearly surprised. She lit a cigarette, sucked in the smoke and blew it straight into Isabella's face. "That's surprising."Isabella felt the smoke scratch her throat but she tried not to let it show. "Why... why is it surprising?" She asked, breathing through her mouth.Caterina's smile widened and she blew another cloud of smoke on Isabella's face. Then she took a sip of wine and leaned back on the seat. "Because you're really not his type." She answered. "I've known Antonio for years, and trust me, you're not the kind of woman he finds interest in."Isabella felt her rebellious streak s
While Isabella tried not to squirm on top Antonio's lap, one of his acquaintances excused himself from the women seated beside him. He made his way over to Antonio's lounge, sucking on a cigar stick. He was buff, his wide shoulders filling out the brown tuxedo he had on. He had a faded scar running from the top of his left eye to his jaw, and when he flashed a smile, gold incisors peeked from his mouth. Isabella recognized him from the casino. He was the same man who sat beside her on the roulette table, the one she told to bet on a different number. "Don Antonio." He said with a wide grin, easing into the lounge. He puffed out the smoke and lazily glanced at Isabella. "Signòra, I doubt you remember me."Of course she did. When she opened her mouth to speak, the stimulator vibrated against her core and she shut her mouth immediately. She turned and glared at Antonio, but he had his eyes on the acquaintance. "Vincenzo Bianchi." Antonio murmured in greeting. "The club is never compl
Isabella sat stiffly beside Antonio as Mario backed the Rolls Royce out of the villa. She looked at him, noticing the smug smile on his lips, the way his stormy eyes danced with mirth. She thought back to the scene that played out in the room seconds ago. After he told her to lie on the bed, he gripped her legs himself and pushed them apart. Then he knelt between her thighs, holding the device up. "What is that?" She asked again, panting hard as he pushed her dress up. When he spotted the red thong, his eyes darkened with desire. He didn't give her an answer. His finger brushed her clit through the thong and she moaned, biting her lips. However he didn't touch her. The next thing she felt was a coldness against her skin and she gasped. Antonio clipped the device on her panty, the magnetic clips cinching immediately. Then he pulled down her dress and helped her up. She straightened, feeling the device rub against her inner thighs. Though it wasn't comfortable, she was dying to
It had been too easy for Isabella to find the perfect gown, the type she knew Antonio would love. It was the first thing she saw when she walked into the mall. Black, glittery, short with a sinful high slit, topped with a silver bow. She found the perfect heels to go with it and by the time she stepped out of the mall with Mario behind her, her face was hot with a blush. The ride home was silent. Mario didn't talk much, but the silence around him didn't feel intimidating anymore. Isabella sat at the back of the sleek maybach sedan, watching the other cars blur as they zoomed past the express. Her shopping bag lay beside her on the seat, the sides digging into her waist. She had added a pair of red lacy bra and matching thong, and now that she thought about it, she wondered what Antonio would say when he saw it. She had intentionally bought it because of him, to cause a little trouble. She envisioned it on her body as Antonio led her to the pleasure room. He would restrain her
Isabella sat cross legged on the couch, waiting for Antonio to come back from the bathroom. The spot beside her felt hot, giving her a hard time forgetting what occurred moments ago. A girl has to do anything to get what she wants, she thought to herself. Slowly but steadily, Antonio was getting wrapped around her fingers. He came back to the room after washing off. His pants were back in place, but he had taken off his shirt. His body gleamed like bronze as he stopped beside the bed and tossed his phone on it. He got on the bed and leaned against the pillows, his legs stretched out before him. "Come here, amore." He called to her. Isabella slowly got up and walked to the other side of the bed. She crawled on top, intent on lying beside him. But he held her hand and pulled her across his body so she straddled him. She felt his crotch twitch, despite the release he just had. His hands rested lightly on her hips while his thumbs stroked her thighs. "Are you comfortable?" He aske
Isabella stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the side of neck. Dark red spots dotted her skin, from beneath her ear to her shoulder. It didn't hurt when she touched them, and a moment later, she realized what they were. Hickeys. Proof of Antonio's sinful lips on her body last night. She touched the spots, her finger grazing over them. It brought back memories of that wild night. How he restrained her with chains and tortured her body wickledly, and how he bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind, his lustful groans, the spanks... She shut her eyes, soaking in the memories. The thought of having such wild, erotic sex every night excited her immensely. She could already picture herself in the pleasure room, suspended with the chains, helplessly submissive to him. Her train of thoughts embarrassed her and she quickly changed into the t-shirt and shorts just as Antonio entered the room. She took one look at him and knew immediately that he was pissed. A deep frown furr
Surprised at seeing Antonio appear out of nowhere, Isabella slipped and fell back into the water. Antonio's smile disappeared when she didn't surface. He immediately discarded his jacket and dove into the pool, fully dressed. By the time he grabbed her and pulled her to the surface, he was totally soaked. She coughed, choking slightly as the water got into her air way. "You shouldn't go in the water if you can't swim." Antonio muttered, walking over to shallow part. "I... I can swim." She replied, breathing heavily. "I just... you startled me and I slipped."She pushed the wet strands of hair away from her eyes and gazed at him. "Why did you jump in? You're all wet. Were you so worried that I'll drown?"Antonio lowered her into the water beside him and stood back staring at her. "Maybe I should have let you drown." He muttered. Isabella laughed, swirling her hands in the water. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a pool. I would have come here sooner, rather than stay indoors all