15-Learning How To Hurt

**Marcello**

I cannot keep my hands to myself. I was about to lose it again until Isabella whispered, "Just close your eyes and relax, Capo. Let me take care of you."

I reflect on Ezra telling me she is not taking control. She is connecting. This is what it means to make love, and I want to learn how. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of Isabella wrapped around me. She continues to grind up and down while sucking my neck. A woman has never made me feel so good in my life.

She brings her lips to mine for another passionate kiss and grabs my wrists. I remain relaxed as she guides my hands to her ass and encourages me to fondle her.

"Bellissima, I need to take over now," I cannot hold off any longer. Isabella lifts off me, turns around, and arches her back for me. She is perfect.

I'm back inside her, going easy.

"Harder. Please Capo," I can see the desperation for me to go faster as she pushes back. I let down her hair to gather it in my hand and pull it before I give it to her hard.

Ezra walks into the bathroom as Isabella's walls tighten around me. He bends down, grabs her by the throat, and kisses her softly while I release deep inside. I pull out, and Ezra stands.

"I thought she needed some rest?" He admires her body until he sees the bruises, "What the fuck, Marcello!?"

"I told you I was a little too rough! It was not intentional," Isabella settles between my legs and rests against my body.

"Why are you still going? You think it is smart to do it again?" Ezra looks at Isabella, "Are you okay?"

"I have never been better. I don't know why you two are making such a big deal about it. I bruise very easily, guys. I'm not in any pain at all," Ezra doesn't look convinced.

"Ezra, meet me in my office. I need to talk to you in private." He leaves the bathroom.

"Be in the dining hall in fifteen minutes for dinner," I kiss her head and step out of the tub.

"Yes, Capo." I like a happy and obedient Isabella.

"We have our hands fuller than we expected," Ezra looks pissed off still.

"We? It is not my nuts in her hands," He can as stubborn as me.

"Isabella is a masochist, Ezra. Alice said she enjoys lashes, but she did not tell us how hard she likes them. Isabella got mad when I said we don't leave lasting marks. We will have to talk to Kain." He goes from angry to sad.

"She wants to be beaten? I refuse," I feel the same way. Isabella must compromise with us.

"I cannot do it either. I felt horrible for leaving the bruises, but it did not affect her. She woke up and wanted more," I know Isabella has not had affection in a long time, but I think we should slow down. I do not usually turn down sex, but we have things to figure out.

"I will stay with her tonight. Unlike you, I can control myself," Ezra never acts on impulse. That is why he is my right-hand man.

"I think that would be for the best because I will more than likely fuck her again if I stay with her," Ezra shakes his head.

Isabella is wearing black cotton shorts and a white tank top, leaving nothing to my imagination. She looks happier now than I have ever seen her.

"Kain will be here in about fifteen minutes to discuss your desires and educate us more. Thankfully he was available at such short notice so that we can get this figured out," Ezra nods his head, and Isabella rolls her eyes.

"You two are dramatic. What is there to figure out?" Yet another attitude from miss nut snatcher.

Ezra stands from his chair, "You will have respect, Isabella, or you will be punished by me tonight. You might have Marcello wrapped around your finger, but not me. Remember your place."

"Yes, Maestro." Her response is correct, but she is aroused by the confrontation and does not look intimidated.

He turns his attention to me, "Has she been sassing you all day?"

"She only got worked up once, but she apologized." She did more than give an apology, but I will keep that to myself. We finish eating just in time for our meeting with Kain.

Stefano escorts our guest into the room.

"Thank you, Stefano." Ezra and I shake Kain's hand, "Have a seat. Thank you for coming."

"I'm always happy to discuss pain. And what do we have here?" He eyes Isabella. Kain would never cross Ezra and me, but we know how he is with women. He is as friendly as a Sadist could be.

"This is Isabella, our new submissive. Things are different with her than they were with our past submissives," I explain the dynamics of our relationship to him so that he can understand our roles.

"So, where do I come into play?" He eagerly asks.

"Isabella is a masochist. We understand how pain can be pleasurable, but she wants more pain than we are comfortable giving. We do not want to hit her hard enough to hurt her." Kain gives a small chuckle.

"You aren't going to hurt her. This is biological. The pain you inflict will cause her brain to release endorphins. Those endorphins basically give her a high, and the pain is blocked out. Instead of being hurt, she will feel euphoric. That is how she is wired, but something conditioned her to be that way. It's not something people are born with, so I suggest talking to her about childhood trauma or abusive ex-boyfriends. She'll let you know if it's too much when she uses her safeword. There are two things we can do. Option one, you can figure out what is too much through trial and error. By the looks of it, you are both too gentle to make her break. Are you willing to take your belt off and whip her hard enough to break the skin, right here and now?" He is one messed up motherfucker.

"No, Kain. We will not abuse her." Ezra and I are disgusted by the thought.

"Abuse to you is a pleasure to her. Isabella is probably wet right now, just by the thought of you bending her over the table and cracking your belt over her skin. I bet she disobeys on purpose to feel the sting of your whip." Kain studies Isabella's body language as he speaks. She keeps her eyes lowered, and I see her thighs squeeze together. He's turning her on, and it pisses me off.

"What is the second option?" I grit out.

"You can observe as I play with your little sub. You will see how hard is too hard and how hard is just right. I promise not to touch Isabella with my hands, and I won't use any sexual stimulation. I will still make her cum, though. Not because I'll try, but because she won't be able to avoid it. This will be a learning experience for both of you, and I will be completely professional. I will be able to show you proper aftercare as well. That will be the most important part of the lesson." I was not even thinking about how she will feel when it is finished. Kain's words are like an echo in my mind. Someone made Isabella this way. When I find out who it is, I will put a bullet between their eyes and spit on their grave.

"What do we do, Marcello?" Ezra looks to me for advice.

"I think the safest and most beneficial option will be to observe Kain, especially to learn proper aftercare." I do not want to go into this blind and mess up.

"One more thing; how are punishments going?" Kain looks amused.

"She has only been punished one time. Why?" I think I know how to punish my own submissive.

"After her punishment, did she continue to have behavioral issues with you?" I think about Isabella's attitude towards me today. She was not as obedient as I would like.

"Yes, she still had her moments. I knew she enjoyed lashes, so I punished her with orgasm denial." Kain shakes his head in disapproval.

"That won't work with her. I bet it took a long time for her to break. Am I right?" He is right.

"It took over an hour." Ezra gives a low whistle, and I continue, "What should punishments be like?"

"You're on the right track with denial, but you were wrong to give her any form of attention. When she's receiving punishment, she should be fully clothed. Make sure other people aren't around to see. Humiliation can be a form of pleasure for masochists. What you need to do, is stick her ass in a corner. Do not give her any attention whatsoever. May I give an example?" Isabella's jaw dropped.

"I'm not a child. You can't just put me in timeout and expect that to work on me," Kain looks back at me and lifts his eyebrow.

"Be our guest, Kain." He looks too excited for my liking, but we need the help. Isabella is a challenge I have never had to face before.

Kain takes a chair and puts it in the corner of the room. He made sure all staff was out of the room before he proceeded, "Ezra, may I use your t-shirt?"

Ezra looks confused but takes off his shirt. "Thanks, man. We will make sure Isabella is well covered. Even these shorts are too short, but let's pretend she has on sweatpants and house slippers. It might sound ridiculous, but make sure her feet are covered."

Kain slips the shirt over Isabella's head and tells her to put it on, "Now, go sit in the corner and watch the wall. No talking, no moving, and no looking around. If you want to act like a child, you will be treated like a child."

Isabella sits in the chair, and Kain joins us at the table again, "I would suggest doing this in a more private room. Don't even do it in her bedroom because that is her place of comfort. You need an empty room and don't stay in there with her. If you sleep with Isabella, you can use that as a punishment. Make her sleep by herself if this doesn't work."

"This sounds simple enough," Ezra shrugs a shoulder.

"Can I get up now?" Isabella asks from the corner.

"When she talks out of line, don't answer at all. Act like she isn't even there because she's being a brat. She won't admit she hates sitting there, getting ignored because she wants you to think it doesn't work. Don't let her manipulate you," For a sick bastard, he is smart.

"Thank you, Kain. Is there anything else we should know?" Ezra asks

"Yeah, watch out for self-inflicted harm. If she isn't getting it from you, she might try doing it herself. If it gets to that point, she will need mental health intervention. That is when it becomes a mental health disorder." I think I am going to be sick.