His Perfect Pawn

"You can leave Mateo."

"Yes Lord Vincent," He bowed in respect and left, closing the door behind him.

Vincent sat across a large desk a few feet away from the door. It held piles of daunting paperwork. He seemed busy scribbling on some of it and at intervals stamping them.

Isadora looked around the place. Much to her surprise, the room held many decorations in bright colors with the nostalgic aesthetic of a teenage boy's typical bedroom excluding shenanigans.

The bedroom had two beds, one was large and as mighty as the owner himself, and the other layed low at the far corner of the bedroom, a sharp miserable contrast to the main bed 

Isadora looked at the lower bed, it was where he took her so roughly last name night. She shut her eyes close fighting the painful memory reminding herself of one thing. She must survive this place!

"Kneel" He commanded.

Plopping one leg after the other, Isadora obeyed silently. Hyper aware of the red button on the desk.

Vincent stood from where he sat, an air of authority followed him. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned on it, following Isadora's gaze to the remote.

"Don't be so tense. Right now we are going to have our first and last civil discussion. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Isn't that right slave?" He addressed her calmly, much calmer than he was yesterday.

Isadora didn't feel one bit relaxed from his assurance, without a choice she went along with it.

"What do you want from me? What's your ultimate goal for doing all of this... master?" 

"You are your father's only heir and shall repay all of his debts to me, to every single one of us." He groaned back a reply.

Us? Isadora thought.

"Why me? Why hadn't you just faced him off when he was still alive, why am I being tangled up in affairs I have no business in" She spurted out questions to her heart's content.

Vincent hated her. So much.

Isadora knew this. She could see it in his grey eyes, one that was saturated with dark clouds and hidden thunderstorms, threatening to drown whoever crossed its path. 

It was bleak. It was dangerous.

She could feel the amount of self control holding him from killing her off right here right now. It was overwhelming to look at but she couldn't imagine how much it was for him to bear.

Heh, Father really has the talent of fucking up lives. His enemies are like the grains of sand on a beach.

She barely escaped the yellow room fifteen years ago, alongside Gianna, her nanny at the time. For a man who barely escaped less than two years ago as a TS sibling, a tag she dared not imagine the extent of physical and mental corrosion he carried.

Still, there was something she didn't get at all. 

"I'm sure there is a good sob story behind this but how does this affect me," Isadora asked mercilessly. No matter how broken he was, it is none of her business, that was his cross to carry.

"Hnng!" Electric current seized Isadora's body, making her grapple for breath.

She wheezed, spittle dripping from her mouth when Vincent let go of the button.

"Why you?" Vincent laughed maniacally, his bandaged fists clenched to his sides.

"You know, I had my revenge all planned out, I relived how I was going to torture him every single day for the rest of his miserable life but that bastard soiled my plans and committed suicide before I could reach him!" Vincent threw a dagger at the wooden door in anger, recounting the memory of his dear Ts father hanging off the ceiling, dead for more than a week!

"But then you, Flavia," He leaned towards her, holding her chin up to his face, "You showed up. The perfect abomination and at the same time the perfect miracle."

"You, my slave, are the most useful pawn in this game your father created. You shall help me to the extremes in discovering all of your father's secrets and subordinates. The heiress of the once powerful Red Crescent mafia, hands over her territory on a platter of gold."

Territory? Hah! Of course, what else could he covet so much if not his men and territory? 

The rules and security bounding the Red Crescent territory are unmatched, even if its leader was dead it still stood strong. Unlike other Mafia territories that can be obtained easily with a coup, it was different. No one who valued their life dared covet the Red Crescent territory at least not until its founding subordinates are eliminated.

This was a very bloody gamble, one that Vincent was willing to take. To go to this extent for territory, Isadora was convinced she had met the most corrupt man in this lifetime.

She grinded her teeth in humiliation, "I haven't communicated with my father nor been a part of the Mafia for the past fourteen years. My identity is basically non-existent."

"Are you sure about that?"

"No," Panic flashed in Isadora's eyes, "You wouldn't dare."

Vincent smirked.

"No, you wouldn't dare!" Isadora screamed as fear seeped deep into her bones.

His eyes darkened, "At the first ray of sunlight this morning, everyone in each Familglia of the country received a rather interesting news, 'leaked' from the Black Saints mafia. The bane of everyone's existence, Lance, has an heir, what's worse it's a female. You understand what I'm getting at don't you Flavia"

At that moment Isadora felt the most helpless she has been in years. She was practically dancing in the palms of Vincent, there was no way out of his trap.

Even if she escapes from this place with her life, the outside world is much more threatening. All the mafia groups her father suppressed during his powerful reign would be out for her life, seeking revenge…

… at this point staying in the Black Saints group is the safest option. Under the protection of the Familglia, even more powerful than her father's, no one dares lay a finger on her. This psychotic bastard has it all planned out, there is no escape.

Isadora mumbled, her voice becoming lower in horror, "You….! That's so unfair, I never asked to be a part of this. I don't want to be the heir of any territory… why…"

"Unfair?" A vein threatened to pop on Vincent's forehead, "You are the last person that should ever complain about life being unfair, afterall destroying other people's lives."

Isadora's voice lowered, "What do you mean?" 

"Attempted murder, swindling rich men of their money, giving false testimonies in court, seducing the chief of police, subtly drugging many men to a vegetative state… If I mention all I'm afraid my lips might fall off, do you understand your situation now?"

"I do wonder what your beloved police friends would think presented with all these cases you've meticulously tried to conceal. Wanted by the law, wanted by the underground world, you sure lead an interesting life, Flavia."

"You have no proof," Isadora spoke curtly.

Vincent smacked his hands on a high pile of paperwork, "Evidence? Mateo did a wonderful job gathering this for me. Your tone makes me excited to lease it out to the public."

"Don't claim to be a saint, even the lady who held you out of a truffle in the bar got assaulted in the alleyway and you didn't bat an eyelid to pass by a scene of her getting assaulted"

Isadora broke eye contact, her gaze glued to the ground, "She deserves all she got. Don't comment on a situation you don't fully understand." She gritted her teeth.

"I don't understand? Do you claim innocence?" Vincent stalked around her kneeling frame like a panther.

"Innocence?" Isadora soliloquized, "Is there any innocent person in this world?"

No one is completely good and no one is completely bad. Sure at first glance at her many "abominable" people might give instant judgment that she is an evil person, it isn't a tag she would deny because at the same time it is very accurate and not.

They weren't her, they didn't see things from her perspective, none of them had lived life with the identity Isadora Flavia Pedro. They could never understand.

"How about you just kill me now?" She whispered, 

"Kill you?" Vincent scoffed.

No. Death was too good of a punishment for her

no part in the plans he has for her.... at least not yet.

"Don't hope for an easy death, Flavia. You are mine, your life is mine and I decide what I want with it. And torture? Torture is the best for a woman like you, nothing less for the blood daughter of Lance."

"You are mine. Mine to keep, mine to break and my perfect pawn" He grinds the words between his teeth.

Isadora understood now, she is to oversee his pleasure, his dark needs. Suffer for her father's deeds, pay back his debts with her soul and her body.

If he really owns her life, she would steal it back, no matter what it takes. Taking his life captive would also be a side effect of her actions. 

At that moment, Isadora promised herself to be patient. No matter how long it takes, she shall tame this Mafia Lord.

Hold back your inner screams… hold it back and play the game of hunter and prey with him… make sure to make it out alive! She affirmed.

"Please …. Master, as long as no harm comes to Gianna, I don't care about anything else." With these words, Isadora completely submitted herself into his hands.

She became a pawn in this game.

"But there is one fact I wouldn't hide from you." Isadora willed herself to keep eye contact under Vincent's domination, "If I find the slightest bit of sure escape I wouldn't hesitate to betray you and pay back my sufferings ten folds."

"You adapt fast." Vincent held a smirk of victory, she had just spoken in an impossible tense.

"You lost consciousness last night," Vincent vegan and Isadora tensed.

"I never got to finish yesterday. I would never do it with an unconscious body" He groans.

Does that mean…?! Isadora's eyes met with his groin, a huge bump rested there. He has been erect since last night?

Is this a test? Isadora thought.

She bit in a groan and replied much against her will, "What do you want me to do, your wish is my command."

"Suck me off."

Taking a deep breath in, she walked towards him on her knees, her eyes rested on the huge bulge in his trousers. 

She looked up at him awaiting approval to carry on. Leaning back, Vincent nods at her to continue. 

She fumbles with the zipper, her mind in a thousand places as she reaches inside to cup his dick. It is warm, a sharp contrast to his cold personality.

She tried to circle her fingers around his girth, but I couldn't. When She took it out of his pants, she could see why. 

She bite her lip at the sight of his c*ck. It's huge, thick, and veiny, it looks so angry as it seems to twitch in her direction. For all her thoughts of bravado earlier, she is a little off balance now. He was too big, her mouth isn't used to something this big before.

She takes a deep breath 'I can do this. It's only another man taking advantage of my body'

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Isadora placed both hands on his cock angling it towards her face quieting all thoughts that screamed against this. She opened her mouth, closing her lips over the head. A tinge of saltiness hits her tongue as it makes contact with his flesh. 

Swallowing hard, she places all her attention on his erection, tightening her hands around it before leading it back into her mouth. She let her tongue play with the head, all the while watching him and his reactions to know if she was doing something right.

He doesn't say a word, doesn't flinch, doesn't look like he was enjoying this. He only looks down at me with a straight face. Isadora wondered what he was thinking.

Forget him.

Isadora's hands skillfully gripped the shaft as she pushed him further into her mouth, my teeth slightly grazing his skin. The urge to bite is overwhelming, but she knew she couldn't do that without suffering dire consequences. 

"No teeth," He hisses, his hand suddenly in her hair as he pulls her head back.

Isadora nodded slowly, and he grunts, his hand leaving her hair and urging her to return to what she was doing.

She tries her best to mask her teeth with her lips as she guides the head back into her mouth. She opens wide, attempting to fit as much of him into her mouth as she can. When the head of his cock reached the back of her throat, she gagged.

Isadora swallowed whatever content threatened to rise up her throat, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Humiliation burning her cheeks, fiercely.

Disoriented, Isadora made a sloppy mess of his d*ck, Vincent made her stop, pulling out of her.

"Be still" He's holding her head back, his dick sliding out of her mouth and leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. 

Vincent looked down at her, his hand rested on her face as he swirled his thumb on her cheek, closer and closer to her mouth until he slipped it between her lips, forcing them to open wider. He slammed it in.

"Hnnng!" Isadora groaned 

She found it hard to breathe taking almost all of him in, it choked her. Tears gather at the corners of her eyes as he keeps her still. His palm spread across the back of her head, he didn't allow her to pull back. He pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, his breathing harsh as he increases his speed, fucking her mouth even harder

"Fuck," he curses out, his hand in her hair as he pushes her forward, his cock going in deeper. 

grunts, thrusting his hips towards her face.

He held her so tightly against his groin that she just took it. Isadora forces herself to stay there as he keeps on thrusting in and out of her. 

Despite his thrusts, her tongue enveloped him teasingly from the tip to the end, his breath hitched as she watched his hand clench ok the desk.

He pulls out of her.

This wouldn't be enough to get him off it never will be.

"Strip" He commanded.