Isabella gasped and jumped to her feet immediately. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled. "Mi dispiace, signòra. I'm so sorry." Lucia scrambled around the table, whipping a towel out of her apron to wipe Isabella's shorts. But Isabella saw through the fake apology. She knew immediately that Lucia had done it intentionally. "You did that on purpose." She snapped. "I'm sorry...""That's enough, Lucia." Mario snapped angrily at her. Then he turned to Isabella and bowed. "Please forgive her, signòra.""Mario, she did this on purpose." Isabella repeated angrily. "I will make sure she's punished for it." Mario assured her, then turned to Lucia. "Get out of here."Lucia had felt immense satisfaction pouring the juice on Isabella, but the feeling was fleeting. Now she regretted her actions. She lowered the pitcher to the table and quietly excused herself. Isabella watched her go, utterly annoyed. Since Lucia wanted to play games, she would show her. She lowered to her seat a
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
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
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
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 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
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
"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
After the call ended, Isabella was waiting for her turn on the queue when the phone rang again. She answered with a smile but Antonio's furious voice greeted her. "Where are you?" He snapped. She frowned, confused for a moment. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. "Answer the fucking question, Isabella. Where are you?" "Why are you yelling?" She shot back at him. "I'm still at the school, waiting on the queue before it gets to my turn.""You're lying!" He snapped furiously. "I'm not." "If I find out you left the school Isabella...""I'm still at the school!" Isabella yelled, and a few students turned to look at her. "Why would you think I'm lying? What has gotten into you?"The call ended abruptly and she lowered the phone from her ear, still confused. "What's wrong?" Veronica asked in concern."Honestly, I don't know." She murmured. Why did Antonio think she wasn't at the school? Another hour went by and it finally got to her turn on the queue. She filled the necessary form
Isabella peeked into one of the offices with a sign at the front which read 'Bursary Department.' She was about to step inside when a girl bumped into her. "Excuse me." The girl murmured. Isabella nodded and began to turn away when something about the girl caught her attention. She looked familiar, and a name suddenly rang in her head. "Veronica?" She called. The blonde girl stopped and turned around, her brows wrinkling with a frown. She scrutinized Isabella closely. "Do I know you?" She asked. Isabella moved closer to her in surprise. "I'm Isabella. You don't recognize me?" Veronica was silent for a moment, then gradually, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. "Isabella?" She repeated. "Is it really you? From... the auction?""Yes." Isabella nodded happily. "It's me. I can't believe we actually meet again.""Oh my God." Veronica exclaimed. She laughed and threw her arms around Isabella in a tight embrace. "It's really you." Then she pulled back and held her at arms
The maybach pulled to a stop beside a large building inside Nevada State University. The university was extremely busy with students, lecturers, professors, non students, all walking to and fro, some seated in leisure benches, chatting. It was a typical scene of a bustling university filled with college students. When the car slowed to a stop, a number of the students turned and stared open mouthed at it. A lot of them had never seen such luxury in the school, the latest model at that, and a few walked closer, gawking at the car. Isabella stared back at them through the tinted glass. They couldn't see her, but she felt their piercing gazes. Nerves racked her spine as she examined most of the students who appeared bigger than her. She didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to herself. "Having second thoughts?" Antonio murmured beside her. She turned her face away and stared at her fingers. Then she looked at him. He was staring at her silently, his eyes intense, his handsome f
Isabella woke up the next morning in high spirits. It was the day she had been waiting for. Mario would take her to NSU to begin her registration for her admission into the college. She couldn't wait to begin. She rolled over on the bed, noticing the spot where Antonio slept was empty. It was mostly like that every morning. He would be gone from the room before she awakened.She touched the spot where he lay and thought back to the previous night. When he came back to the room, she had been fast asleep. But that didn't stop him from taking her to the bathroom. The bath had been drawn, filled with bubbles, the sweet fragrance of his bath soap wafting through the air.She blushed when she remembered how she nestled in his arms inside the tub, surrounded by the warm sudsy water. She had been mostly asleep as he ran the sponge over her body. The moment had been so intimate, feeling his hands stroke over her tenderly. And when the bath was over, he helped her dry her hair, her body and
"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