16. No Fun Without Risks

16. No Fun Without Risks
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nicolo boomed, his chest heaved up and down with such power, like he's ready to pounce. I shrunk back in fear. Every hair on my body stood as he took a step closer.

Frantically, I moved away from him while outstretching my arms. "Please," I said, with a choked whisper. "Don't hurt me."

He frowned at me. "Selena..." Another step. Fuck. I desperately glanced around the room for a weapon. Anything to fight him off, but the room was bare of dangerous objects. The perfect room for a captive.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?" He snapped, while gesturing to the furniture poorly piled beside the door. I wanted to tell him my plan failed, he wasn't supposed to get in here, but I remained still with wide eyes. I didn't want to upset him.

"When I ask you something, I expect you to answer me."

"Or what?" I tested him, as I ran a shaky hand through my hair. "You'll get rid of me?"

"Keep it up, Selena, and you may just fucking get your wish."

"NO!" I screamed. "You stay away from me. I heard you..." I stopped myself from telling him the rest. He didn't' need to know I overheard him. I didn't want to be punished for ease dropping, especially considering I was sure the punishment would be death. Goodbye liability.

"You heard what?" His words dripped with venom. He clenched his jaw, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. I recoiled with disgust.

"When did you start smoking?" I pestered. He furrowed his brow, placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it. I watched disgustedly as he inhaled. Why would I care anyways? He could kill himself with those. Better him than me... right?

I placed my hands on my hip and tilted my head disappointedly.

"Stop trying to change the subject. What did you hear?" He persisted. His tone was clipped, as he continued losing patience. "I'm not going to ask you again."

He moved closer to me, stopping a foot away to gain my full attention.

"Look at me, now."

I averted my gaze up to him, having noticed I'm crying when all I see are blurred features of his face. My tears rolled down my cheeks, itching in their wake. I sniffled, before brushing the tears away from my face, and swallow the lump that formed in my throat. What the hell did I have to lose?

"I – I'm a liability." I said. His eyes narrowed, as he searched my face.

After letting out a long, obnoxious puff of smoke, he chuckled.

"There's more fun with Risk."

I let those words sink into my brain. There's more fun with risk. Was he implying he likes the liability? He's excited by it?

"You can go when I say you can go, not when someone else says you can go. When I'm done with you, you're done." His words were muffled because of the cig in his mouth. "don't' you fucking forget it."

"Yes, Sir." I agreed.

"Now go wait in my bedroom, and get undressed."

I opened my mouth to question him, but think against it. I nodded. He moved around the furniture, back towards the door.

"W-what about the furniture, Sir?"

"I'll have someone come bolt them down to the fucking floor."

I felt my face get hot. I overreacted. How else was I supposed to act, when my kidnapper agreed I was a liability? I thought I was going to end up in the bottom of a ditch. No. He wanted me. He wanted to continue his rough sex games. His dominance over me.



I knew I'd be punished tonight. Wonderfully punished. I had overreacted.

I kneeled, naked beside his door, awaiting his dominating presence. My nipples stabbed at the cool air, awakened by the sudden change in temperature. Everything was colder in here. More murderous. Dangerous. My sexual energy radiated warmly, igniting nerves in my body that laid asleep, fueled by the unknown of what was to come.

How would he punish me? With what? For how long? These questions played heavily on my mind, but I remained confidently kneeling beside his door. This was what I wanted. Him. Relinquishment of control. My emotions were playing a dangerous game, like Russian roulette. It was only a matter of time before I was torn apart.

I heard him before I saw him. The familiar creak of wooden floorboards as he entered the library, before stopping in front of his bedroom door. He stood there, his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly, agonizingly. My lips were a firm line of impatience. As if he was reading my mind, he stopped turning the knob. He wanted to torture me a little longer.

I almost jumped up and opened the door myself. Almost. But I wasn't the one controlling the pawns in this game. No. Nicolo had full control. Over everything.

I looked up at him as he entered; still strongly affected by his gorgeously brooding appearance. When he walked in a room, he owned it, and everything inside of it.

Nicolo didn't acknowledge my presence. Not yet. He sauntered over to his bed, and bent down on one knee, before pulling a case out from beneath his bed. It was thick, large and intimidating. He rested it down on his bed stepped back from it.

I admired him. Every inch of him. He kept his back to me as he pulled off his shirt. As each inch of fabric dragged up him, deliciously defined muscle was revealed. He was in ridiculously good shape. Then again, a killer must be.

He spun on his heel, with his hands on his pants next, a gleam in his eye sent a tremble through my body, as he unfastened his belt. He didn't discard the belt with his shirt. He ran his fingers down the length of it, before wrapping it around his hand, until it was a leather covered fist. My blood ran cold. He was calculating as he stepped forward, and in one swift motion, the belt unraveled from his hand, and bit the skin on my shoulder. It wasn't excruciating, but a quick sting.

My surprise rocked me back on my knees. My arms shot out behind me so I wouldn't fall over. Nicolo's eyes were dark, cold and distant as he gestured for me to come to him. He stepped backwards towards his bed, and sat down.

He's going to spank me. He's actually going to spank me... with that... leather.

Fear would've been the appropriate response. I expected it, but when excitement gripped my limbs, and pushed me forward off my knees and onto my feet, I was blindsided. Confused. Who was this girl, hurriedly entering a world of pain? A world of punishment? When did my values get so morphed?

Nicolo seemed pleased by my compliance, from what little emotion he gave away on his face. He grabbed my arm and tossed me over his lap so my back was facing up towards the ceiling. I shifted uncomfortable against his muscular thighs, and tried to move my arms behind my back, but he twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled painfully backwards so my neck was arched.

"Leave them in front of you." He said, authoritatively. I couldn't nod. Words wouldn't come out of my mouth, so I obeyed silently, putting my arms back down in front of me. His warm hand, rubbed the soft globes of my ass, squeezing gently, before rubbing again. The massage of my ass, had me dripping from my sex.

The bitch is in heat again, and nothing like a good ass whooping to get her off. I squirmed, more eager for the lashing than I'd ever been to receive a punishment. If he was impressed by my willingness, he didn't show it. Nothing. No words came as he raised his arm and brought the belt down hard on my skin.

The pain was burning. Blinding. I inhaled sharply, and grabbed ahold of his leg. He didn't waste time with the second blow. It came swifter and harder down on my ass, biting the soft, skin; breaking it, creating pink lashes against a pale canvas. I groaned. The pain was overpowering. Consuming, but swirling gently in my belly was a pleasure I couldn't deny. Total submission. His control tickled my insides, and made my pussy tingle.

My groans turned to moans by the fourth lash, and with each lash he trailed his hand up the inside of my leg, closer to my warmth. Dangerously close to my wet heat. I found myself pushing my hips upward, to arch my ass closer to the belt. Closer to the pain. He growled, with his final blow, and his fingers found my slit, rubbing once along my lips before entering me.

I cried out. A wave of pleasure washed over me. I couldn't control it. The clenching of my muscles in my pussy or the muscles deep within my belly. I was powerless. He pumped his fingers roughly, delving into angles that worked another small orgasm from me.

I screamed as the blinding, heat of an orgasm washed over me once again. My eyes were shut tightly, and I gripped his leg like it was a life raft and I had fallen over board. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure he created.

The belt clanged against the floor as he dropped it at his feet.

"Stand up." He instructed. I wasn't about to question or disobey someone as ruthless and careless as him. He wasn't being driven by pleasure. He was being driven by anger. It scared me. I stood, stumbling slightly on my feet, before catching myself against the dresser in his room; large wooden oak.

He turned and fiddled with his case, before it opened with a ceremonious click. Inside, it contained object foreign to me. I wasn't an expert in the world of sex, but I was sure a lot of these items were used to inflict pain.

I really fucked up. I thought of something to say. Something clever to assess the situation. How bad was he willing to hurt me from what I did?

He pulled out handcuffs. I wanted to laugh. They weren't the cliché, fuzzy ones, but real handcuffs.

"Turn."

"O-okay. Those look official," I quipped, but he didn't take the bait. He roughly grabbed my arm and turned me, handcuffing my wrists behind my back. He pulled them tight. They bit into my wrist painfully, sawing at the skin every time I moved. I gasped.

He yanked me back facing him, before reaching for two identical objects.

"Nipple clamps," He said. He placed them on my nipples. I frowned. I couldn't keep the painful expression off my face. They pinched my sensitive buds, enacting a tortured gasp from my lips. He lifted my leg and rested my foot on his bed; spreading me apart for him. I couldn't move my arms, and I was paralyzed from the uncomfortable sting from both the nipple clamps and the handcuffs.

"You disobeyed me, Selena." He said through gritted teeth, as he pushed his pants down. His cock sprung free from his boxers, as angry as him with bulging, monstrous veins and red tip. He dug his fingers in my hip, and one atop my thigh, before positioning his cock at my entrance.

"You came without permission. Now I'm going to fuck you so hard, your pussy will be permanently shaped to my cock."

"Nicolo," I rasped, breathlessly. His words only turned me on more. "I-I'm sorry."

He entered me angrily. Even his cock grew in my pussy, stretching me wider to accommodate him, like he was doing his bidding of punishing me with his length. I cried out, arms twisting against the cuffs, but they continued to hold.

"Nicolo!" I howled. He firmly held me in place as he fucked me. Pounded me. He relinquished control to pummel my sex. The furious sound of his skin slapping against mine was the symphony of my punishment.

"Don't ever defy me," he growled, as he angled his hips forward. His cock shifted inside of me, rubbing against my g-spot, tortuously. I didn't know how I wouldn't come. It would be impossible. Everything grinding, slamming, pushing. I was wild with pleasure, delirious with pain and I didn't want it to end. Ever.

"I won't," I moaned.

"The next time you do, you're done." He hissed as he guided my hips against him. My sides burned from his fingers. My nipples were pinched harder as my breasts bounced from his force. He dipped his head and grabbed ahold of one of the clamps with his teeth, tugging hard.

"Ah!" I screamed.

I throbbed around his cock, my insides trying to pull him deeper but he was already too deep. So deep. He felt amazing inside of me. Endless.

He pounded my pussy; ravaged my sex relentless for minutes that morphed together. I couldn't tell where I began and he ended. A vague state of pleasurable confusion I wanted.

"Please, Nicolo!" I cried, beginning like a cheap whore. I wanted the release. Craved the release.

"You don't deserve an orgasm."

"Please!"

He reached down and began to rub my clitoris.

"No," I choked out. "I-I'll come."

With skilled long strokes, he works me towards an orgasm he hasn't given me permission to have. I tried hard to hold on, and push the feeling away, but I couldn't.

"Then come," He said. I groaned as I met my release. It came in sharp, quick bursts and I squirmed and jerked as my orgasm filled me.

Nicolo growled and pumped his cock into me hard. With one more, rough thrust, he came. His warm cum filled me, causing another smaller orgasm to follow. I was sated. Exhausted. Satisfied. Amazed by how good his cock felt.

"Don't you ever fucking disobey me again." He hissed, as he withdrew his shaft from inside of me.

"Yes, Sir." I whimpered.

"I should make you sleep like this," He said angrily. "But I won't. Let this be your warning."

He removed the nipple clamps before unlocking the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, breathing heavily. They're sore.

"Go back to your room. You're not sleeping here tonight."

I was hurt by his words, but I didn't want to oppose him. I nodded and slipped his shirt back on to cover my naked body. He didn't reprimand me. I was thankful I didn't have to roam the halls naked and embarrassed. He waved me away dismissively.

I scurried out into the hallway, trying to find my way back in the dim light.

"Well look what we have here." His voice. I know that voice.

Giovanni. Nicolo's angry, abusive cousin strolled towards me proudly. I shrunk back with fear and pressed myself against the wall as I stepped towards me. He towered over me.

"W-what do you want?" I quivered. He grinned, and chuckled gently, shaking his head at me and placing his hands on the wall beside my head. His breath was warm and made me recoil. I frowned.

"You're really becoming a big fucking problem."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh you will. Soon enough," He growled while raising one hand to touch my face. I turned away from him but he grabbed my cheek roughly and forced me to look at him. "Nicolo's careless. We'll have to relieve him of his liability. It's gonna feel really nice with your lips around my cock."

"No," I whispered. He laughed at my lack of dominance and trailed his fingers over my neck and down to Nicolo's shirt.

"Interesting." He tugged at the shirt, before yanking hard, causing half the buttons to pop open. I lifted my arm frantically, to cover myself, but he swatted them away. "Just wait. Soon enough you won't be a problem anymore."

"Giovanni!" Nicolo hissed. Giovanni removed his hands from the wall and turned, smirking at Nicolo who barreled down the hall.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just having a nice chat with your little play slut."

I casted my eyes down to the ground, trapped in a nightmare.

"You know she's going to get in the way. She's going to ruin this business. Grandfather already has agreed. You need to get rid of her. We'll help you get rid of her." Giovanni stated, and grabbed ahold of the shirt, tugging me fiercely to him. Nicolo stepped towards us, fists clenched at his sides.

"Remember Gio, you're a guest in my fucking house. You might want to mind your place," He gestured towards his hand. Giovanni chuckled mirthlessly and let me go.

"It's only a matter of time, Nic."

"You can tell Dominico he can have her when I'm done fucking her."

Giovanni's eyes darkened.

Nicolo turned his eyes on me.

"Go to your room."

I didn't waste any time slipping past Giovanni and hurrying to my room. Giovanni's threats lingered in the darkness, threatening to submerge me.