11. What He Needs

11. What He Needs
Sometime in the night the startling noise of the bedroom door bursting open, ripped me from a dead slumber. I scrambled up in bed, pulling the blanket up to my chest and with sleep filled eyes, squinted to see the intruder. The light from the hallway illuminated the man's silhouette. His eyes were black and so distant it appeared he was looking through me.

"Nicolo?" I questioned. "Sir." I added quickly, afraid to upset him. This was unusual for him. He had never made an appearance at such an early hour. I glanced at the window where rays of moonlight peaked through cracks of the curtain. "Is something wrong?"

"Get out of bed now!" He commanded, stepping further into the room. The door slammed shut behind him. His fists were balled down at his sides, his hair disheveled. He looked like an animal. Inhuman and I was frightened. Paralyzed to the bed. This angered him more. The buttons to his shirt were undone, and muscles of his torso flexed and bulged as he stomped over to me. In that moment, I was sure he wanted me dead.

I wanted to scream. Perhaps beg for my life, but my tongue was impossibly dry, and when I opened my mouth a little hoarse noise caught in my throat and my mouth shut tightly. I gazed at him with helplessness in my eyes, pleading with him silently not to hurt me, but he returned my sorrow filled gaze with a scowl. His hands shot out to grab my arms and rip me from the bed. I cried as I was tossed to the floor. The sudden blow to my body sucked the wind out of my chest, and I remained motionless. My side ached tremendously as I rolled over on my side before attempting to pull myself upright.

"You want to see what I am?" He growled, tugging my upward onto my knees. "What I'm capable of?" He fumbled with the zipper to his pants, and pushed them down, freeing his bulging cock from its confines. Choking on words was the least of my problems. He was huge. Veins protruded along the shaft, and the head of his dick was red and swollen. Fear clung to me like a second skin, sweat beaded along my brow, and I instinctively licked my lips.

I was excited. Anxious, scared and excited. I wanted this? The question floated around my mind, banging into the side of my skull. I wanted life, and I physically wanted Nicolo. I couldn't deny that. He bent down, gripped the thin material of my silk nighty and ripped it apart on my body. His eyes were ravenous as he took in my breasts, marveling the swollen nubs that were my nipples.

"Look at me!" He yelled, yanking my head upwards so I'd make eye contact with him. I didn't want to look at him. I was ashamed. He probably thought I was fucked up for actually wanting something like this. "Open your mouth."

Without further protest I opened my mouth. I silently prayed saliva was enough to slip this monster into my mouth.

"You don't want this. You don't want me." He mumbled. He gripped the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair so I couldn't yank away without adding bald spots onto my head. With a swift thrust he buried his cock into my mouth, flexing his hips to push it back into my throat, and I whined. My neck strained as I tried to rip away from him. I couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow hard enough to clear some space in my throat. His cock stretched me, my tongue swirled around the length of him, trying to adjust to his girth.

"This is all you'll ever be to me." He groaned. His fingers pressed harder into my scalp. Tears pricked against my eyes as he began to move, fucking my mouth with fierce animalistic movements. I managed to breathe through my nose, inhaling every opportunity I could. My jaw ached, and I decided not to give him the satisfaction of my defeat. I swirled my tongue around the tip of him, sucking ceremoniously around his dick.

A low growl escaped from his lips as he thrust his hips furiously. I tightened my lips around his cock and raised my hands to grip his thighs.

"So fucking wet."

I 'hmphed' in response, glancing up at him to see how the vibrations from my mouth affected him. He shivered, and his eyes shut tightly. I was afraid his cock would puncture a hole straight through the back of my throat as he slid himself in and out. Obnoxious slurping sounds and his grunts filled the air. My body and mind were lascivious. I was suddenly filled with a carnal need to touch myself. I released one of his legs, and brought my hand in between my thighs. I was soaking wet through my panties. The feathery stroke of my fingers along my slit resulted in a moan escaping from my lips, muffling around his cock.

"Fucking tight, Selena. I'm going to come."

Those words leaving his lips startled me as I pressed on my swollen clit over my panties. I moved to pull away, but he tightened his hold more. "Swallow every fucking drop. If you spill any, I'll whip you." He threatened. I braced myself for his release, and as he thrusted deep into my throat, a jet of warm semen flowed down my throat. I choked it down as fast as possible, careful to swallow everything and anything, but there was too much. It dribbled from the sides of my mouth, and slowly down my chin.

His cock was semi-hard in my mouth, still filling it completely without a full erection before he pulled himself out of my mouth.

"Stop touching yourself." He snapped, before fixing his pants. I dropped my hands down at my sides, ignoring the way the juices of his relief dried to my chin. "You don't get pleasure, unless I say so. I'm fucking tired of having to tell you that." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Clean yourself up."

He left the room. Disappearing into the dimly lit hallway, like a ghost in the night. I blinked a few times. I picked myself up, and padded towards the bathroom. My feet against the floor was the only sound in the room, as I flicked the light on in the bathroom. My hair was a wild mess. I felt disgusted when I looked in the mirror. Helpless and disgusted by the woman staring back at me.

I screamed and launched my fist at the mirror, watching with astonishment as the glass exploded around my hand. Sharp pain filled pulsed from my hand and I yanked it back to my chest to see the angry red from my blood pouring out of my knuckles.

"This is what you are now. Nothing!" I yelled. My screams turned into sobs quickly. I ignored the blood rushing out of my hand and stumbled to the shower, twisting the knob to turn it on. The water sprinkled down from the shower head. I didn't want to wait for it to warm. I slipped my nightgown off with my good hand and stepped out of it on the floor, and into the shower. The cold water made me cringe.

I sank to the floor of the shower and wept. My blood painted the floor a deep red, and I remained motionless besides my body shaking with sobs. I didn't get out until the scalding water ran cold, and there was nothing left of me to wash clean.



"Don't bother getting dressed."

My eyelids were heavy as I twisted in the sheets to see who was in the room. I swiped my hair out of my face, and blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from my sight. Nicolo stood in the doorway, in all his gorgeous glory with a serious expression.

"Get the fuck up." His voice was low, but the authority and power in his words scared me, and I hurried off the bed. I walked towards the door, stopping in front of him. "Remember what I told you last night?" He began, as he unhooked the belt from around his waist. My chest became tight as I watched him slowly slide the leather through the belt loops on his pants.

I shook my head. I wasn't sure if the question was rhetorical, but I couldn't remember what he said to me earlier. Everything was still new, and all that was imprinted in my mind forever was the taste and feel of his shaft in my mouth.

"Answer me." He screamed. "Speak up."

"No, Sir. I don't remember what you told me." I squealed just as the belt was released from his pants. He gripped it tightly in his hands.

"I told you if you spilled even one drop of my cum, I would whip you."

I gasped. He was going to beat me. The thought startled me. I hadn't been beaten in a long time. I had forgotten what it felt like to be afraid of the pain. I didn't make a noise, or move in that instant. I didn't want to do something to set him off. Make the beating worse somehow.

He moved across the floor to me. Roughly, he spun me around and shoved me onto the bed. I fell onto my front, and grabbed ahold of the sheets of the bed. My fingers gripped them so tightly, I was afraid they would break.

I was only in panties in a shirt after he ripped the silk nightie from me in the middle of the night. He tore the panties, yanking them so powerfully the lace bit my skin before giving out and ripping into pieces.

"You think you can handle this? You think you're a brave girl?" He scoffed, and without warning I felt the bite of the belt hot on my ass.

"Ah!" I cried out, and pressed my face into the bed. Tears welled into my eyes. Another one followed, and I inhaled sharply before letting out my shaky breath.

He was relentless. Smashing the thick leather all over my skin. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow. My ass already felt bruised.

"Fucking woman!" He spat, followed by another lash.

I lost count, as I tried to bury myself somewhere in my head. Maybe at a cozy little cafe with Margo.

Nicolo dropped the belt to the floor, the metal end piece clattered loudly before I felt his hands dig into my hips. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was deafening in the silence.

"This is all you are." His words were venomous. He pushed my legs apart and positioned his cock at my entrance.

I couldn't protest. I wasn't sure I had the energy to as he slammed his length inside of me.

"God!" I groaned, as his impressively large cock stretched the inside of me. The feeling was other worldly. The pain on my ass dulled in comparison to the severe pleasure coursing through my body. My pussy clenched around his length, drawing him as deep inside of me as I could.

He cursed, his words spewed in a language I didn't understand as He pounded his anger into me. With every violent thrust I felt a piece of him relax.

My body was on fire. Desire ignited within my veins and I was afraid I would implode. I was delirious, shoving my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"You like my cock buried inside of you, huh?" He breathed. He circled his hips, diving his cock into angles I didn't know were possible to be reached. I was going to shatter around him.

"Oh god," was all I could reply as I surrendered to him. I was his now to do as he pleased. He ran his fingers over my bruised ass, and the pain intensified the pleasure in my center. I moaned and shrieked like an animal with an unquenchable thirst.

"You fucking whore. You love my cock inside of you. You love my abuse." He spat, before his hand smacked down on my ass.

A ball of sensations swirled around my stomach. "Oh yes." I responded. I tightened my walls around his shaft and pressed myself as hard as possible against him.

"Don't you fucking come." He warned. "This isn't for your pleasure. This is for mine."

Disappointment wasn't enough to stop my orgasm from building. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"I said don't you fucking come." He growled as he slammed himself rapidly against me.

"I-can't stop." I choked out. He stilled inside of me. A whimper escaped my lips and I thrust back against him, but he stopped me. His hands immobilized my hips.

"Obedience Selena. With obedience you will be rewarded."

I nodded against the bed.

He began to thrust again. I remained still. This is your life your bargaining with Selena!

Nicolo withdrew his shaft and grabbed my legs before flipping me onto my back. He yanked me to him, before he was buried inside of me once again.

"Pussy so tight..." He muttered. He tossed his head back and slammed into me while pulling my hips to him repeatedly. "All your fucking good for."

With his last thrust he emptied himself inside of me. His warm cum filling me, bringing me so close to the edge but I held on. I didn't want to ruin anything before I was given a chance to prove myself useful.

His breathing was ragged.

Once he pulled himself out of me and picked his pants back up, his eyes met mine. I laid still on the bed.

"This is what I need from you."

"Okay." I swallowed the lump in my throat and managed to gain the courage to ask the question I was dreading. "When will you let me go?"

"The day you realize you don't want to leave." He replied before walking to my door. "Now get up. You're coming with me today."

When he left the room, I pulled myself into a sitting position on the bed. There was not a chance in hell I would ever willingly stay here.