10. Painfully Pleasurable

10. Painfully Pleasurable
If he wanted a show, that's what I would give him. My finger was slick with wetness from my arousal as I rubbed circles around my clitoris. Pleasure ignited deep within my veins as I stood before him. My breasts bounced slightly as I shook. My knees wobbled and buckled beneath me and all I could think about was relieving the building pressure in my center. My nipples were hard pebbles – and it took everything in me not to bring them towards his mouth, to feel his skin on mine. He had to come to me. I couldn't touch him without permission. One mishap and it would all be over. Using the door to help keep me upright, I leaned my back against it and slipped my middle finger inside of my wet folds.

I gasped. My eyes shut tightly, and I ground my hips against my hand. Was that me panting like an animal? I had never felt so on fire. I was exposed to him completely. Baring myself as naked as the day I was born, stroking myself to an orgasm at his command, and it excited me.

Air entered and rushed out of my lungs quickly. With my free hand, I tugged on my nipples; Twisting them gently between my thumb and forefinger, arching my back to sensations. I couldn't conjure a coherent thought. All I wanted was to rub myself, creating friction just long enough to explode in my hand.

"Open your eyes." His voice lashed me, deep and husky filled with a feral need. I obeyed; afraid to defy him. Especially now. When he was like this. My eyes flew open. "Look at me."

I gazed at his face, admiring the curve of his jaw. My eyes scanned the fullness of his parted lips as I surrendered myself to his mercy. Nicolo was beautifully intimidating. Angelic, but fallen. The bulge in his pants twitched as a moan escaped my lips. I daydreamed about his rough hands on my hips, tugging me to his firm body. How his tongue would feel grazing my nipples, and his fingers sliding up the length of my wet slit.

"Oh god.." A guttural moan ripped from my throat as I slid another finger inside of my tight hole. I was getting close. So close to sweet oblivion. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm -the last time I touched myself. Joshua was a horny man, always insisting we have sex multiple times a day, even though I never came during sex, and he wasn't the type to help me.

My head snapped forward, as the walls of my pussy began to clench.

"I'm gonna come." I whispered, sounding completely powerless to the sensations taking over. My muscles tightened deliciously. Nicolo's hands clenched into fists. His eyes darkened, and for a moment I thought he'd touch me. With wide eyes, I pleaded with him silently to touch me. I wanted him to give in to his selfish desires, and claim my pleasure for his own.

"Enough!" He yelled. The booming of his voice echoed in his vast room, and my hand halted. I was extremely startled. Right at the peak of orgasm, I was at a frustrating halt. His outburst was completely unexpected.

"Bu-but I was –" I stammered. I couldn't say the words.

"Control." He snapped, taking a step towards me. A haunted smile claimed his lips. "Obedience. If you can't follow those, you can't offer me anything."

"I can." I rushed. "Sir." I added. I diverted my gaze to the ground.

"I can tell by the yearning in your eyes..." With one long stride, he was in front of me. His face inches from mine. "You want me to touch you." He gripped my chin and raised my head to make eye contact with him.

I remained silent because he was right. I wanted him to touch me. Everywhere and anywhere. Whatever way he'd like. I yearned for him to feel the erect buds of my nipples and know how aroused I was for him. How much I truly wanted him when I relinquished my own apprehension and fear. He was a man of value, despite our situation. An attractive man at that, and from the day we had met, I secretly wished I could feel his lips over my flesh, sliding along my bare skin, tasting every shuddering inch of me.

"Tell me, Selena." He brushed his hand along my neck. "Say the words." I watched with excitement so intense, I couldn't move as his hand hovered an inch above my skin. His hand glided down over my stomach, stopping at my throbbing pussy.

He pressed himself into the side of me. "Beg me for it. You want your release. Tell me." His lips grazed my ear. The tip of his thumb grazed my clitoris, and my hands shot out to his shoulders.

"Please, Nicolo." I groaned, every ounce of dignity thrown out the window. "Touch me. I want you." I mumbled.

He wasn't pleased. He shook his head, trailing his thumb along my slit – taunting me, keeping me panting like a dog, but far enough away to ensure I wouldn't come.

"What do you want me to do?" The words seemed too vile on my tongue. I had never begged a man to please me.

"Make me come." I pleaded, my words barely a whisper. "I want to come so bad. Please, Nicolo."

He pressed his thumb against my clitoris and began making circles, rubbing the little nub into submission. My body jolted and vibrated in his hands as he worked my pussy to his commands. My head fell back against the door, every nerve in my body alive. "Oh, Nicolo." I squeaked. It felt too real -Too good, and I couldn't hold on much longer. I was going to orgasm at the hands of a man who's holding me against my will, and the thought did nothing to stop what was soon to come.

"Yes.." I belted. "I'm gonna come. Oh god." I neared the cliff, the peak of my orgasm. My finger dug into his skin, yanking him harder to me. Just as I was about to dive head first into mind blowing ecstasy, he stopped. A whimper escaped my lips.

A pout consumed my expression as I stared at him. He removed his hand from between my legs, and took a step backwards.

"Bu-but Sir!"

"Quiet!" He snapped. "That is your punishment."

"Punishment?"

"For defiance. You will not get to come. Not unless I say."

I squirmed, bouncing back and forth on the heels of my feet. My fingers twitched with the urge to slip back inside of me, but I didn't dare move them. Nicolo's eyes were unwavering, and I refused to be at the wrath of him.

What was I supposed to do? I was so close. This was cruel, but I was aware he was capable of worse. All the energy I felt pulsing through me a minute ago, drained. I was helpless.

"Kneel." He instructed. Taking a couple steps forward to get away from the door, I glanced apprehensively down at the floor, before kneeling. The hard surface was rough against my knees. Nicolo walked towards me, so close his thigh grazed my arm. He reached down, running his hand atop my hair before lacing his fingers through my locks and pulling my head back to look up at him. "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." He spoke through gritted teeth. My throat felt dry.

"You're to kneel here for the remainder of the night. Do not touch yourself, because if you do..." His fingers wound tighter in my hair, my neck ached as he yanked it back further. "I will know." He spat. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir." I croaked out, and sighed when he released my head. Without another word, he yanked open the door and left. As the door slammed shut behind me, my eyes filled with tears.

I cried. Tears fell in mourning of the girl I once was. Naïve, and blind to the real horrors of the world. I never thought in a million years I would be put into this situation, and here I was kneeling, naked – a sex slave to a crime lord, powerless to my life. With every breath, it got harder to force air in and out of my legs. My rib still throbbed, but the pain was lost to me.



With the curtains drawn I couldn't tell how much time had passed until the sound of steps echoed close by. My knees were painfully tingling, my body was weak and an orgasm was the last thing on my mind. Sleep sounded heavenly. My eyes drooped closed, and with a violent shake of my head I could focus for a minute. Someone was coming. Nicolo?

I straightened myself, and held my breath just as the door knob twisted. Whoever it was, silently stepped into the room and the whole atmosphere changed. It was him. Nicolo glided across the room with fluent strides it was almost like he was floating. His back was to me, as he slipped off his suit jacket. He turned on his heel and pulled open the bedside table, retrieving a gun from the dark drawer. I inhaled a sharp breath, and froze as his body tensed. He slipped the gun in the waist band of his pants and pulled his shirt over the back to conceal it.

He ran a hand through his hair. Something was off. He appeared stressed and I couldn't figure out why it bothered me. "Get up!" He shouted. With a startled jump, I scrambled to my feet, wincing as my limbs started to regain circulation. I shifted weight on both feet, as the prickling sensation heightened.

"Let's go," He commanded while grabbing my arm tightly and tugging me out of his room and into the library. I opened my mouth to call for my clothes – being naked in front of every eager pair of eyes was a onetime deal for me – but nothing came out.

"Go to your room and get dressed, and wait for me in the dining room. Forget panties." He mumbled before releasing me. I stumbled forward out into the hallway. My eyes widened with confusion as he stormed away without further reflection. Then again, he wasn't the type of kidnapper to openly express his discomfort.

My tears ran out hours ago. The room I was staying in felt empty, and the memory of Rod's dead body on the floor flashed into my mind as I entered. I quickly flicked the light switch and sighed. This was still a nightmare.

Throwing open the closet door, I looked through the dresses. Something more appropriate for dinner. I settled on a white cotton dress that flowed just below my knees. The top of my back was completely exposed, but I figured it was the safest of choices.

What was going on? Was I to serve him like usual? I wondered who would be at the end of that gun barrel? What would it feel like to be the one who the gun was pointed at? Exhilarating.

What the hell had gotten into me? Now I was actively seeking a dangerous thrill?

"I'm hopeless." I muttered, and pulled the bedroom door open, entering back into the vacant hall. There was nothing truly to live for. No deep meaning, I was just too scared to give up. I didn't want to relinquish my life, something that was supposed to be at my control, but was now in the hands of a man who seemed to be a little unhinged himself.

I silently wished Jay was escorting me to the dining room. I hadn't seen him all day, and was surprised. It was weird to say I had made a friend of him.

I admired the authentic, antique character of the house. The lamp fixtures looked like they originated from an 18th century castle, but modernized to use electricity instead of candlelight. The hallway walls were lined with gold. Thick red curtains covered the giant window at the end of the hall, but when they were opened it was almost as if the sun itself was camping in the front yard.

I smiled. Maybe that's what would get me through. Continuing to admire the better things, and remaining on the positive side of my life. What little life I had.

"Margo would slap you right now." I chuckled.

Stopping in front of the dining room doors, I pushed them open and sauntered inside. I expected vacancy. The table was half filled with men. The only recognizable face I discovered was Jay's. He conversed among them, without noticing me. I stood by the door, waiting for Nicolo's further instructions when he entered.

These men all wore suits. Thick Italian accents transported the room back to Italy. Did Nicolo conduct business in Italy? I assumed I was serving dinner to them all. The thought of all those eyes on me made me shrink back with fear. How sadistic was Nicolo? Would he sell me to these men for a night if it meant I would realize how much I hated it here? Would I realize how much of a bastard he was, and think twice about offering him my body?

The problem was I wouldn't ever devalue life. I enjoyed living, and I was going to fight to live if I had to. The dining room door flew open and Nicolo entered. He glanced in my direction and waved me after him. I followed suit, my eyes fleeting around the table. I smiled politely at Jay before Nicolo disappeared into the kitchen.

The kitchen door swung closed behind me. Nicolo turned, a scowl on his face.

"You're going to serve us."

"I sort of got that."

He raised an eyebrow from my outburst. "Don't make a fucking peep, don't even look at one of them too long. Do you understand?"

I was frightened. The seriousness in his tone was chilling. I frowned, my eyes widening at the possibilities of what could happen to me. "You don't understand what these people are like, Selena. You think I'm a fucking monster. Evil is sitting at that dining room table, and I share blood with them."

My arms instinctively wrapped around myself as I shivered. "W-what's going on, Sir?"

"All you need to know is don't react."

"Who are they?"

"My family. Uncles, grandfather, brothers." He leveled his gaze with mine. "And they will fucking eat you alive."

"Then why am I serving them?" I asked. My voice was a high, squeaky, desperate mess. Why would he make me serve such horrible people? My brows furrowed as I searched his face for some clue.

He chuckled mirthlessly and shook his head at me. "The reality of your life hasn't set in yet. I'm going to show you what it entails. What kind of men you're dealing with."

Quin halted behind the counter with a cart of food. Nicolo turned to me. "All you have to do is set the bowls on the table, and refill glasses. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" He urged through gritted teeth.

"Yes Sir." I added quickly. Another punishment wasn't far, although part of the punishment was pleasurable the end result was less than fulfilling.

"Stop pouting." He moved towards the kitchen door, brushing past me.

"I'm not." I argued. He stopped and lifted his hand to graze my bottom lip which was jutted out farther in a pout. I rolled my eyes and instantly regretted it as his eyes narrowed. With a sharp slap to my ass he disappeared behind the door.

"What the hell am I going to do?" I uttered.

"The food is ready, Miss Morales." Quin revealed. I grabbed ahold of the cart handle which had some type of pasta dish, and some other dishes with foods I probably couldn't pronounce. A giant pitcher of water sat on the top of the cart as well.

I sighed. Run Selena, just don't stop.

The thought was inviting, but where would I run. He would find me, and I wouldn't get far. It's not like I hadn't witnessed evil before. When my mother was younger and single she had done some pretty awful things to provide for us. The men she brought home were true scumbags.

I suppressed the emotions bubbling up in my throat. The door felt heavier as I pushed on it, and instead of entering the room unnoticed, the wheels of the cart created noise as I pushed it across the room. Nicolo's gaze never left me. Jay smiled gently, and swallowed nervously as I neared the table. I regretted putting on a dress. Something to easier to shove hands up. The room went silent for a moment, before someone spoke the first remark of my entrance.

"Got yourself a little servant, have you?" It was an older gentleman. Gray and black hairs gelled back on his head, and deep green eyes. His voice was hoarse, like he had spent his youthful years puffing on a cigarette. I remained impassive, and silently walked around the table to fill their glasses with water.

"She's a tight little one, huh, Dominico?" Grunted the bald man across from Nicolo.

"We're here to discuss business. If anyone has a problem with that, kindly fuck off. That does include you, Giovanni." Nicolo growled. Laughs rolled around the table. As I neared Giovanni, I tensed. His muscles were the size of cantaloupe. His neck muscles protruded out from his shirt, and as he eyed me like a piece of meat, I tried to make myself as small as possible.

The pitcher of water shook in my hand as I filled his glass. I yelped as a large hand stung my bare ass. "And she's not wearing panties. A fucking treat." Giovanni growled. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. I bit my bottom lip, and dropped the pitcher down onto the table. Thankfully it didn't break.

"The things I would do to you if you were my little bitch." He grunted. I couldn't stop myself from raising my hand and smacking him. Giovanni's eyes widened with anger, and I regretted my actions immediately. His hands were fists, and before I was able to move my feet his fist collided with my face. The blow sent me tumbling backwards, and onto the floor. A ringing filled my ears, and suddenly the sound in the room died away. My head spun, nothing coming into focus.

It felt like time slowed to a complete stop and the pain coursing through my jaw would kill me. My hands clutched my face tightly as I rocked back and forth on the floor. Bits and pieces of conversation broke through the ringing in my head.

"Fucking woman." Giovanni spat. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor followed his voice before he hovered above me. His expression was ravenous. I was sure he would rip me apart. "You think you have a place in a man's world?" With anger his accent was incredibly thick I almost didn't understand his words. "You're nothing but a cunt. All that's needed of you is the wet hole between your legs." He swiped my dress, and ripped the front of the fabric apart. I cried out as my breasts bounced out of the dress, now exposed for everyone to see.

"Let me show you what happens to those who step out of their place." Giovanni's hands unfastened his belt quickly, pulling it out from around his waist. I whimpered, anticipating the sting from the leather as he held it back. The belt whipped forward quickly, slicing the skin above my nipple, he was strong. I screamed. The pain was consuming. I felt lost in nerves, my fingers clutching my breasts, trying to mend it - anything to make the pain go away.

"Giovanni, enough." Nicolo said. "We are here to discuss business."

"Testa di cazzo. You can start telling me what to do the day you suck my cock." He spat. Nicolo's chair skirted across the floor, before he stood up. I frowned. This was what he wanted me to see. How fucked up his family was?

"Do I need to remind you where your place is?" Nicolo challenged.

"Nicolo, you've brought us here." Dominico began. "Get rid of the woman so we can move on. I don't have time for this."

Nicolo walked over to me, all while glaring at Giovanni before hoisting me up off the floor. His fingers dug deep into my arm as he pulled me towards the hallway. "I told you not to fucking react." He stated as we entered the hallway.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't you understand." He stopped, and pushed me up against the wall. I held my breath as he pressed himself to me, anger furrowing his brows. "That's who I am. That's my nature. It is your reality now."

"Y-you're nothing like them." I argued. He rolled his eyes, a frustrating expression on his face.

"You don't fucking know me, Selena. You have absolutely no clue what you've gotten yourself into." He yanked me away from the wall and pushed me forward. "Go, and don't come out of that fucking room."

As I hurried towards my room, I shook my head. It didn't take a genius to acknowledge the fact Nicolo was different than his family. Very different. I was starting to think he was the one in denial.