Chapter 49: Fingering

Carla's POV

Alessandro's gaze calmly moved from my face to my chest, then to my legs. I felt the blood rush to my body, my face and neck burning, and my nipples, under his gaze, hardened. I could feel my panties soaking wet.

"Look at you, bitch," he said calmly. "You're so fucking wet even after being humiliated. Your body is a slutty bitch, just waiting to be fucked, right?"

The shame washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I couldn't argue with him.

"Tell me, Carla," he said, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Alessandro, please don't—"

"Answer me."

"I do," I whispered, my legs no longer able to support me. "Ricardo was at the engagement party."

"That's right. You wore a navy dress that night. A conservative neckline, the right length." He said, his fingers suddenly exploring my breasts.

I jumped.

"You had your hair in a simple bun, talking to the other wives about Renaissance art, looking so intellectual."

I found myself sinking deeper into the sofa cushions, my strength draining from me. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I want you to understand how low you've fallen." His tone grew colder, his fingers sliding from my breasts to my waist. "A woman like that wouldn't throw herself at her husband's brother like a whore. A woman like that wouldn't beg a stranger to have sex and have children like a shameless slut."

"I didn't," I struggled.

"Didn't I?" He paused. "What do you call that shit you did with Ruggiero this morning?"

The room began to spin. White spots danced at the edge of my vision.

"That was different. It was for Ricardo—"

"It was prostitution," he interrupted. "Dressed up in noble intentions, but prostitution nonetheless."

"You're wrong."

"Am I? Then explain to me why you're here, trembling under my sight."

Just as I thought he was about to continue his verbal humiliation, his long fingers suddenly slid in, pushing aside my panties without warning and burrowing into my wet spot. I gasped.

"The truth is, you'll accept anything from anyone as long as they promise to give you what you want. Ruggero, me, probably any man who walked through that door right now."

"That's not true," I whispered.

"Isn't it? Then tell me to stop, Carla. Tell me you don't need what only I can give you."

I opened my mouth to do exactly that, but no words came. Because he was right. I did need him, desperately, and we both knew it.

"In fact," he continued. "You're just a lowly bitch, born to be fucked." His fingers slid into me with a rough, firm pressure.

I felt the humiliation of being invaded, and my heart struggled to resist, unwilling to accept. But my body wrapped around his fingers. I felt even more ashamed of my body's reaction.

He pushed deeper, filling me, stretching me. I could feel his knuckles rubbing against my clit, and a pure, painful moan escaped my lips.

The humiliation of being violated and the instinctive pleasure of my body intertwined within me, and I couldn't separate them. He didn't stop, pushing in and out in a relentless, punishing rhythm. I couldn't help but writhe under his grip, trying to escape the humiliation, but the pleasure gripped me tightly.

He did just as he'd described, and I reacted just as he'd described.

"Look at you, slut," Alessandro observed. "Is this what you wanted? Did you still fantasize about being fucked romantically by me?"

"Look at me," he commanded when I tried to turn away.

Reluctantly, I met his dark eyes.

"This is who you are now," he said quietly.

"This is who you chose to become the moment you walked into my office with your desperate proposition. Own it."

"I had no choice," I said.

"There's always a choice, Carla. You could have accepted Ricardo's condition, could have found peace in caring for him as he is. Instead, you chose deception. "

"But I want you to understand something," Alessandro continued, leaning closer. "Your weakness makes you predictable. Controllable."

I shook my head frantically, ashamed of myself.

But the trembling intensified, until my entire body shook in a mixture of fear and humiliating pleasure. I couldn't form any coherent words.

A sob broke through my throat, and I felt the orgasm coming. It wasn't pleasure, but a physical spasm.

The orgasm hit with a force that took my breath away. My hips bucked, my body arched toward his hand. A series of shattering spasms tore through me. I felt a surge of hot, wet fluid.

The white spots in my vision grew larger, and I felt myself dissociating. This couldn't be happening to me. I was still the same woman in the navy dress. But that woman now looked like a stranger.

"You bitch... so damn easy to be submissive," Alessandro finally pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. "This will undoubtedly make our business partnership easier."

He walked towards the door, pausing only to look back at my trembling, shattered body.

"Sweet dreams, Carla."

The door closed quietly behind him, leaving me alone in the darkness. The dampness on my thighs was an ironclad proof of his power.

I struggled to my feet and staggered into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and let the water run as hot as it could.

I spent a long time showering, trying to wash away every trace of him. I watched the water drip from my skin, but it felt like I would never be clean. I rubbed my body vigorously with a towel, trying to remove his touch from my skin.

After the shower, I climbed into bed, hugged my knees, and cried like a child. I didn't know how long I cried until my eyes felt swollen and my throat hoarse.

As night fell, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I would think of his face, his calm expression, and the words he had spoken. I felt like he was a ghost, haunting my mind.

I had nightmares: I was wearing that navy blue dress, but people were pointing fingers at me and calling me a slut. The next morning, the sun slipped in through the slits in the curtains. I looked in the mirror: my eyes were swollen like walnuts, my face was tear-stained, my hair was a mess. I looked like a stranger.

In that moment, I made a decision. I couldn't go on like this. I had to find a way out of this relationship.