Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

S ofia

A s the car pulled away from the burning chaos behind us, I felt the tension in my body slowly begin to ease. Massimo sat close beside me, his eyes scanning me up and down with a mix of concern and something more—something deeper, more intense.

His hands reached for me immediately, his touch firm yet gentle as he ran his palms over my arms, down my sides, checking for injuries once again.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice low but insistent. His fingers brushed over my skin, sending shivers through me despite the heat still radiating from the wreckage outside.

"I'm fine," I managed to whisper, my voice a little breathless. "Just a few scratches, nothing serious."

He didn't seem convinced. His hands continued their search, moving to my legs, my shoulders, his touch becoming more insistent. I could feel the heat of his fingers even through the thin fabric of my dress, his eyes searching mine for any sign of pain or discomfort.

"Massimo," I murmured, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up inside me. "Really, I'm okay…"

His gaze locked onto mine, and I saw the concern in his eyes flicker into something darker, more possessive.

"I need to be sure," he said softly, his hands lingering on my waist. "I need to know you're safe."

I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his words, a flutter of emotion I couldn't quite name. I reached up, resting my hand over his, my thumb tracing small circles against his skin.

"I'm safe," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the car engine.

His eyes darkened, and his hands moved to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek, smudging away some of the soot that I knew had settled there. His touch sent a spark through me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"You were so brave back there," he murmured, his voice rough, filled with a raw emotion I hadn't heard before. "You didn't have to stay and help, but you did."

My heart swelled at the intensity in his voice. "I didn't want to leave anyone behind," I replied softly.

His expression softened, and his thumb continued its gentle caress across my skin. "You have no idea how much you mean to me," he whispered, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my lips. "How much I need you."

The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with something electric. My heart pounded in my chest as he drew closer, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel his breath, warm and uneven, mixing with my own.

"Massimo," I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing. "I…"

Before I could finish, his lips were on mine, firm and demanding, claiming me in a way that left no room for hesitation. I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. The kiss deepened, his mouth moving against mine with a hunger that matched the wild rhythm of my pulse.

His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the strength in his arms, the urgency in his touch, and it sent a thrill through me that left me breathless. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, as if I needed him to consume every part of me.

His lips moved to my jaw, trailing hot, desperate kisses along my skin, down the curve of my neck. I let out a soft sigh, tilting my head back to give him more access, my entire body alive with sensation. His hands roamed over me, one sliding up to cup the back of my head, the other gripping my waist with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

"You're mine, Sofia," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough and filled with need. "Only mine."

A small, breathless laugh escaped me, and I tightened my grip on him. "I'm yours, sir," I whispered back, my voice barely audible.

His mouth found mine again, his kiss more urgent this time, more desperate, as if he needed to claim me completely, to make sure I knew I belonged to him. I responded eagerly, my own need matching his, my hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of him.

His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me slightly, pulling me closer into his lap. I felt a rush of excitement, a warmth spreading through my body, and I couldn't help but moan softly against his mouth.

"Don't stop…" I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and need.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear. "I don't plan to, la mia bambina ," he whispered, his voice deep and filled with promise. "Not for a long time."

And with that, he kissed me again, deeper, more intense, and I felt myself surrendering completely to him.

By the time we reached his estate, I was a panting mess, my body trembling with need. He didn't even let me step out of the car before sweeping me up in his arms.

My heart pounded against my ribs, and I couldn't help but cling to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he carried me up the marble staircase.

I knew where we were going. He didn't need to tell me.

He didn't slow down, even as we reached the top of the stairs. With a swift kick, he pushed the door to his master bedroom open, crossing the threshold in a few long strides. I caught a glimpse of the luxurious room—the expansive bed, the soft pillows at the headboard—but he didn't stop. Instead, he headed straight for another door, one that led to a spacious master bathroom.

His grip tightened around me, and I shivered as he pushed the bathroom door open with his shoulder, stepping inside. The space was immaculate, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a massive glass shower, and gleaming marble tiles. He set me down, my feet barely touching the cool floor before his hands were on me again, urgent and demanding.

"Massimo," I whispered, my voice shaky with anticipation, but he silenced me with a look—a heated, possessive look that sent a thrill racing down my spine.

His hands moved to the thin straps of my dress, and with a swift motion, he tore the fabric from my shoulders, the soft silk ripping easily under his strength. The dress slipped down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the bathroom. I gasped, but the sound was swallowed by the heat in his eyes, the intensity that burned in his gaze as he took me in.

I was still naked underneath.

" Bella ," he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent, as his hands slid over my skin, caressing every inch of me.

His fingers brushed over my collarbone, trailing down to my waist, and I felt my breath hitch, a desperate ache building low in my belly. I reached for him, needing to feel his skin against mine, but he caught my wrists, pinning them against the cool marble wall behind me.

"Not yet," he whispered, his lips grazing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to take my time with you."

He released my wrists, only to strip off his own clothes in a flurry of movement, his shirt and pants falling to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked before me. My eyes drank him in, every inch of his toned body, the way his muscles rippled under his skin, his dark hair falling over his forehead in disarray. He was perfection, raw and untamed, and I could scarcely breathe as he pulled me toward the shower.

He reached inside, turning the sleek chrome handle, and the water burst to life, hot steam filling the room instantly. Before I could register what was happening, he lifted me again, stepping into the shower with me cradled against his chest. The hot water cascaded over us, drenching my hair, my skin, his body pressing against mine, hard and unforgiving.

Massimo set me down, his hands sliding over my wet skin, slick with water. He pushed me back against the cool glass, his lips finding mine in a deep, searing kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His mouth was hot and hungry, demanding, his hands roaming over me as if he couldn't get enough.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips moved to my neck, kissing and biting, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. The water poured down on us, the steam wrapping around us like a hazy shroud, and I felt like I was drowning, lost in the sensation of him.

"Please," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him closer.

He growled against my skin, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the shower wall.

"Tell me what you want, la mia bambina ," he whispered, his voice sending a shockwave of desire straight through me. "I need to hear you say it."

"I want you," I breathed, my voice trembling with need. "Your belt. Your hand. Your cock."

"I'm going to give you everything you want, but more important, everything you need," he growled.

He smiled, a dark, satisfied smile, and leaned in to kiss me again, his hands tightening on my thighs, holding me up as he pressed against me, every inch of his body fitting perfectly with mine. The heat of the water, the pressure of his touch, the intensity in his eyes—it was overwhelming, and I could feel myself surrendering completely, lost to him, to this moment.

"You asked me to punish you tonight, sweet girl. Tell me why," he whispered.

"Because I want it," I said softly, a shiver running down my spine.

"I want you thinking about something very specific as I wash all this dirt and soot and smoke off you, little girl. I'm going to use my belt to mark that beautiful little ass. Not because you've been naughty, but because I want to. Then after that, I'm going to punish that beautiful virgin asshole of yours with my cock."

"My… oh, please, not that," I whispered.

"Tonight, you put yourself in serious danger. Not only did you eavesdrop on a potentially dangerous conversation, but you followed one of them alone, without me , didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice plaintive.

"Normally when I punish your naughty asshole with my cock, I won't let you come, but since I spoil you, I'm going to make you come as many times as I want."

"Sir," I blushed. My clit throbbed to life like a little goddamn traitor. I shouldn't think this was hot. I shouldn't want him to actually make good on his threat, but I couldn't deny that a part of me wanted just that.

My bottom hole clenched.

"Let me tell you a secret though, la mia bambina. Your ingenuity saved us tonight and without you, the two of us may not even be alive right now, so when my cock is deep in that tight little asshole, and you're screaming my name with tears pouring down your cheeks as you come for me, remember how proud of you I am."

"Oh," I stammered.

He cupped my face and reached for me, brushing his thumbs over my cheekbones as he pulled me in for another soft kiss. His hands never left me, his grip firm yet tender as he held me against the cool glass of the shower wall, his mouth moving over mine with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. The water cascaded over us, hot and steamy, the pressure like a constant drumbeat against my skin. I could feel the desire radiating off him, an intensity that matched the wild rhythm of my heart.

But then, to my surprise, he slowed. His lips softened, his kisses growing gentler, more languid, as if savoring every second. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands moved to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

" Bella ," he murmured, his voice deep and warm. "Let me take care of you."

I blinked up at him, my breath hitching in my throat, the words catching me off guard. He held my gaze, his eyes dark and full of promise, and I felt myself nodding, my body responding to the unspoken question in his eyes.

He smiled, a soft, almost boyish smile, and gently set me down. The water streamed over us, but his touch remained steady, his hands moving slowly over my arms, my shoulders, as if mapping every inch of my skin. He reached for a bottle of soap, pouring a small amount into his palm, the scent of jasmine filling the air.

"Turn around," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I did as he asked, turning to face the glass, feeling his hands slide down my back, the lather of the soap warm and slick against my skin. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he began to wash me, his fingers tracing the lines of my spine, the curve of my waist. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, the feel of his hands, the heat of the water, the steady thrum of desire that built with his every caress.

He moved closer, his chest pressing against my back, his breath warm on my neck as he continued to bathe me, his hands sliding over my hips, my stomach, the lower curves of my ass, his touch achingly slow.

His lips found my shoulder, placing soft kisses there, trailing up to my neck as his hands moved over me, his fingers dancing across my skin, leaving me trembling under his touch. I leaned back against him, my head falling onto his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

"Massimo," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "What are you doing to me?"

He chuckled softly, his breath tickling my ear. "Taking my time," he murmured, his hands moving to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp. "I want to feel every inch of you, memorize every curve… make you mine in every way."

A soft moan escaped me, my body arching into his touch, my desire reaching a fever pitch. His hands continued their exploration, sliding down to my thighs, massaging the tension there, coaxing soft sounds from my lips that I couldn't hold back.

He reached for the shampoo next, his hands tangling in my hair, working the lather into a rich foam. His fingers massaged my scalp, gentle and soothing, and I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me, mingling with the heat of the desire building between us. I closed my eyes, letting myself drift in the feel of his touch, feeling his breath against my skin.

He rinsed my hair, his hands moving with careful precision, his touch never wavering. When the last of the soap had been washed away, he turned me back to face him, his hands framing my face once more, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "Do you know that?"

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, my heart fluttering in my chest. "I?—"

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, his lips capturing mine with a renewed urgency, a passion that stole the breath from my lungs. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me against him, and I felt the heat of his body, the strength of his desire.

The kiss deepened, the water streaming around us, and I felt my body melt into his, every nerve alive, every sense on fire. His hands roamed over me, his touch becoming more insistent, more desperate, as if he couldn't get enough.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, needing him to fill every empty space inside me. His lips moved to my jaw, then down to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me.

"Please," I breathed, my voice trembling with need. "I can't… I can't wait…"

I wanted his belt. His cock. I wanted everything.

He growled softly against my neck, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me slightly. "I know, bella ," he whispered, his voice a mix of sweetness and raw hunger. "I need you, too."

I could feel just how much he needed me against my belly.

He turned off the water, and for a moment, the world was quiet, save for the sound of our ragged breaths and the soft drip of water from our bodies. He pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Let me show you how much." His voice was a promise, a vow.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I looked up at him.

He reached for a plush white towel hanging nearby, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, carefully, he began to dry me off, his movements gentle but deliberate. The towel brushed over my shoulders, my arms, absorbing the water from my skin. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the heat in his gaze, the way his eyes roamed over me as if he were memorizing every detail of my body.

"Hold still, bella ," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling command that sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood motionless, my breath coming in shallow bursts, my body responding to every touch, every slow caress of the towel as he worked his way down my back, over my hips, and along my thighs. His touch was firm but tender, the fabric brushing against me in a way that made my skin tingle. His hand squeezed my left ass cheek and he growled.

I wonder if he was thinking about using his belt to whip my bottom. I knew I certainly was.

He moved around to face me, his eyes dark and intense, filled with a hunger that made my knees weak. His hands worked the towel over my breasts, my stomach, the movement slow and maddening, every brush of the cloth making my pulse quicken. His gaze stayed locked on mine, as if he were watching for every little reaction, every hitch in my breath.

"You're driving me crazy…" I whispered, barely able to form the words.

A slow smile spread across his lips, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good," he replied, his voice low and rough. "Because I've never wanted anything—or anyone—like I want you right now."

The towel slipped from his hands, falling to the floor as he took a step closer, his hands reaching for me once more. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his touch firm as he lifted me, sweeping me off my feet with a strength that made my heart race.

Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms again, pressed against his chest as he carried me out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom hitting my skin like a shock. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as he crossed the room with long, purposeful strides.

He reached the bed in seconds, and with a swift, effortless motion, he tossed me down onto the mattress. I landed on my back, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I looked up at him, my body bare and exposed beneath his gaze. His eyes roamed over me, devouring every inch, and I felt a rush of heat flood through me, my skin prickling under the intensity of his stare.

He stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his hands flexing at his sides as if he were holding himself back. The look in his eyes was pure fire, and it sent a thrill of anticipation racing through me, my body aching with the need for his touch.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could look at you like this forever."

A flush spread across my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. "Then come here," I whispered, my voice trembling with need. "Don't make me wait."

His smile widened, a dark, hungry smile that sent a wave of heat crashing through me. "Patience, bella ," he said, his tone teasing, almost playful.

He crawled onto the bed, his hands moving to either side of my body, caging me in. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath warm against my skin as he kissed the skin right beneath my ear.

I reached up, my fingers grazing his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my touch. "Massimo…" I breathed, my voice barely more than a sigh. "I want you. Now."

His eyes darkened, his restraint crumbling in an instant. "As you wish, bella ," he murmured, and then his lips were on mine, hot and fierce, consuming me with a passion that left me breathless.

His hands moved over me, urgent and demanding, claiming every inch of my skin as if he needed to feel every part of me, to know that I was his. The world outside faded away, the only sound the ragged breaths between us, the only sensation the feel of his body against mine, hard and unyielding.

"Turn over. On your belly. Hands straight out in front of you," he dictated, and I glanced back over to see the belt in his hand. Somehow, in the shuffle, he'd picked it back up and carried it with him when he'd brought me into the bedroom.

A thrill of anxious anticipation shot through me, making my skin tingle. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly rolled over, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath me. I stretched out on my stomach, my arms extended above my head, my hands trembling slightly as I positioned them just as he'd instructed.

Massimo's gaze burned into me, intense and unwavering. I could feel his eyes moving over my body, taking in every curve, every line. He came closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he knelt beside me. His strong hand wrapped around both of my wrists, pinning them to the bed with a firm, steady pressure that made my pulse quicken.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with approval. The warmth of his breath grazed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Stay still for me."

I nodded, swallowing hard, my body trembling under his touch. He moved the belt across my back, letting the cool leather drag slowly against my skin. I bit my lip, a soft gasp escaping me at the sensation.

He trailed the belt down, brushing it along my spine, over the curve of my waist, and then lower. I felt the leather slide across my bottom, teasing, caressing, sending a wave of heat through me that made me squirm.

"Don't move," he warned, his tone sharp but tinged with a hint of amusement. "I want to savor this."

I stilled, my breath hitching, my body already aching with the anticipation of what was to come. He pressed the belt more firmly against me, letting the cool leather rest against my bare skin, its presence a promise, a threat. I felt his fingers tighten around my wrists, holding me steady, and I knew he was watching every reaction, every tiny movement I made.

""Every inch of you belongs to me now," he said softly, with a dark possessiveness that made my heart race.

I moaned softly, my fingers curling into the sheets, my body responding to the dominance in his voice. "Yes, sir," I said softly.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver through me. "Good girl," he repeated, and I felt the belt lift off my skin, only to be brought back down with a light, testing smack. It wasn't hard—just enough to make me gasp, to make my skin tingle with lightly stinging awareness.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his tone softer now, but no less intense.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly, the word tumbling out before I even had a chance to think about it. "I trust you, Massimo."

His grip on my wrists tightened slightly, a reassurance, a silent promise that he would never push me too far.

"Then show me," he whispered, and the belt came down again, firmer this time, the sound of leather against skin echoing in the room.

I gasped, my body jolting with the impact, but the sting was followed by a rush of heat, a wave of pleasure that coursed through me. I let out a soft moan, my back arching instinctively, my body craving more, needing more.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "That's my good girl."

He brought the belt down again, a little harder, and I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, my body trembling beneath his touch. I felt his hand let go of my wrists and move to my lower back, his palm warm against my skin, holding me steady, grounding me.

"Just a little more," he whispered, the belt sliding over my skin again, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I want you to feel me… to know you're mine."

"Yes," I breathed, my voice a desperate plea. "Please… Massimo…"

He chuckled softly, darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Oh, bella ," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm just getting started."

I felt the belt lift from my skin again, and my breath caught in my throat. There was a pause—a heartbeat, a moment of anticipation so thick it felt like I could drown in it. The leather came down harder this time, a sharp, stinging strike that cut through the air and landed with a satisfying snap against my bare skin.

It was like a line of fire arcing across both cheeks.

I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, my fingers gripping the sheets as the sting spread like fire across my bottom. My body jolted with the impact, but I didn't move away. I stayed still, just as he'd asked, my heart racing, my breath ragged, every single one of my senses on high alert.

"Good girl," Massimo growled, his voice low and rough with approval.

The belt came down again, and I gasped, the sensation so intense it sent a rush of heat straight to my core. I bit my lip, my back arching slightly, but I forced myself to hold my position, knowing he was watching, testing, waiting to see if I would break.

He brought it down again, the leather striking with a sharp crack that echoed through the room, the sting spreading through me like lightning. I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it, my body trembling beneath his touch. I felt my skin heat up, a tingling sensation spreading with every stroke, my nerves alive with a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent waves of sensation coursing through me.

"That's it," he murmured in a dark, dangerous purr.

He brought the belt down again, harder still, and I cried out, my body jerking with the force of it, but I didn't move away. The pain was sharp, electric, but behind it was a thrill, a delicious ache that left me craving more. I could feel every inch of my skin, every nerve, every cell alive with sensation.

"Sir…" I gasped, my voice trembling. "It's… it's so much…"

"I know." His voice was deep and commanding, a hint of a smile in his tone. "But you're taking it so well, la mia bella … You're being such a good girl for me."

The words sent a shiver through me, my body arching involuntarily under his praise. The belt came down again, and I cried out, my voice breaking with the force of it. My skin was on fire, my senses overloaded, but I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips, a mix of pain and desperate, aching pleasure.

The next stroke was even harder, the leather biting into my skin with a searing intensity that made my whole body shudder. I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants, my fingers curling into the sheets as I tried to hold on, to stay still, to obey.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but they weren't from the pain alone. They were from the overwhelming rush of emotions, the raw, primal need that surged through me.

"Breathe, Sofia," he encouraged, his voice softer now, but still filled with that commanding edge. "Take it all in. I'm right here with you."

I nodded, inhaling deeply, letting the breath fill my lungs, steadying myself. The next strike came, and I let out a sharp cry, my body trembling, my mind spinning with the intensity of it all. But even as the pain spiked, I felt a rush of heat flood through me, a need so deep and powerful it took my breath away.

"That's my good girl," he purred, bringing the belt down again, the leather snapping against my skin with a fierce crack. I moaned, my body arching against the sheets, every nerve alive with sensation, with need.

The strikes came faster now, the leather biting into my skin with an intensity that left me gasping, panting, trembling beneath him. But with every stroke, I felt something shift inside me, a surrender, a release, a need that grew deeper, more desperate, with each strike.

I could feel Massimo's breath against my ear, hot and heavy, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. "That's it, Sofia… Let go. Let me take you there."

And with one final, searing stroke, I felt the tension snap inside me, my body trembling with release, my cries filling the room. I was lost, completely and utterly lost to him, to the sensation, to the power of his touch, and I never wanted to be found.

My skin was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it was dizzying. The room seemed to spin around me, the only steady thing the feel of Massimo's hands pinning me down, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.

He lifted the belt again, the leather brushing over my already burning skin, and I felt a fresh wave of anticipation flood through me. I was panting, my body trembling under his touch, but I wanted more—I needed more.

More than anything, I needed to come.

Without warning, he shifted his aim lower. The next strike landed across the backs of my thighs, a sharp, stinging crack that made me cry out, my body jolting with the impact. The pain was fierce, a line of fire that spread up my legs, but behind it was that same delicious ache, that same rush of pleasure that made my breath catch in my throat.

Massimo growled low in his throat, a sound filled with utter satisfaction.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, bella … your skin welted from my belt… wearing my mark so perfectly."

His words sent a thrill through me, a flush of heat spreading over my already heated skin. He brought the belt down again, another sharp strike across my thighs, and I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets as I struggled to hold still, to stay obedient.

"You take it so well," he complimented, his tone laced with dark approval.

The belt struck again, a little harder, and I let out a soft whimper, my body shuddering beneath his touch. His words, his voice, the sheer power of him—it was all too much, too overwhelming. But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to feel every bit of what he was giving me, to let it take me over completely.

"Do you know how beautiful you look like this?" he whispered, his hand caressing the red marks now blooming on my skin.

I moaned softly, the sensation of his fingers on my heated skin a perfect counterpoint to the sting of the belt. "Sir…" I breathed, my voice trembling, my body aching for more.

He chuckled darkly, a pleased sound that sent shivers through me. "You love it, don't you, la mia bambina ?" he asked in a teasing whisper. "You love wearing my marks… feeling my hand on you, my belt against your skin…"

"Yes," I gasped, the word torn from my lips before I could think.

He brought the belt down again, and I cried out, my body arching against the sheets, my skin burning with the intensity of his touch.

"That's it," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "Show me… show me how much you love it."

The next strike was fierce, the leather biting into the sensitive skin of my thighs, and I let out a sharp cry, my fingers clutching the sheets so tightly I thought they might tear. But the pain was exquisite, mingling with the pleasure, making my head spin, my body tremble with need.

Massimo's hand stayed on my lower back, steadying me, holding me still as the belt came down again, and again, each stroke leaving a line of fire on my skin. But with every strike, I felt myself sinking deeper, falling further under his spell, my mind blank, my body lost to the sensation.

"That's my good girl."

I felt tears prick at my eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the moment, the power of his words, his touch, his control over me. My heart pounded in my chest, my body already trembling from the relentless sting that burned across my thighs and bottom. But I didn't want him to stop—not yet. I needed to feel more of him, to take everything he was willing to give.

He brought the belt down again, the leather cutting through the air with a sharp, decisive crack. I cried out, the pain searing through me, my body jolting with the force of it. My breath came in ragged gasps, my skin on fire, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of each strike.

"That's it, bella ," he murmured, his voice thick with approval, dark and low. "Take it for me… show me how strong you are."

His words sent a thrill through me, pushing me to endure more, to hold still under the fierce, unyielding rhythm of the belt. The strikes came faster now, harder, the sound of leather against skin echoing through the room. I whimpered, my body shuddering with every blow, but I didn't move, didn't try to escape. I stayed where he had put me, offering myself to him, surrendering completely.

Massimo shifted his aim lower again, the belt striking the tender skin at the tops of my thighs. I gasped, my fingers clutching the sheets, my body arching against the sting. The pain was fierce, a white-hot line of fire that radiated up through me, but it was also intoxicating, a sensation that filled me with a raw, desperate need.

He brought the belt down again, even harder, and a sharp cry tore from my lips. Tears pricked at my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggled to stay still, to keep taking everything he was giving. The strikes landed fast and hard, each one pushing me closer to my limit, my body quaking with the effort of holding on.

The tears spilled over, hot and wet on my cheeks, but I didn't care. I wanted to please him, to show him that I could take it, that I was his in every way that mattered.

"Look at you," he whispered, his tone full of dark pride. "You're stunning like this… so strong. Taking everything that I give you, wearing my marks so perfectly."

The belt struck again, a fierce blow that left me gasping, tears streaming down my face. My body felt like it was on fire, every inch of my skin alive with sensation, every nerve tingling, and yet I still wanted more.

"That's it," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let those pretty tears fall, bella . Let them show me how much you need it."

I sobbed, my voice breaking with every breath, the tears flowing freely now. I could feel the pain, sharp and searing, but it was mingled with something deeper, something sweeter, a raw, aching pleasure that made my body tremble.

"Sir," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.

"You're so strong, Sofia. My beautiful, strong girl," he murmured, his hand moving to stroke my hair, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to the sting of the belt.

His words cut through the haze of pain, sending a fresh wave of tears down my cheeks. I felt myself letting go, my body sinking deeper into the bed, into the feeling of him, into the moment.

"Just a little more," he whispered, the belt landing again, another hard strike that made me cry out, my body convulsing with the impact. "Show me, bella … show me how much you can take."

The final blows were fierce, and I screamed, my voice raw, my tears blurring my vision, my body trembling uncontrollably. But I didn't move away, didn't try to escape.

I took my belting like a good girl.

Finally, he stopped, his hand releasing the leather strap, and I heard it drop to the floor with a soft thud. His hands were on me instantly, turning me over, his touch soothing as he gathered me into his arms. I collapsed against him, my body shaking, my tears soaking into his chest.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with tenderness. "It's okay, bella … it's over now. You were perfect. You were so perfect for me."

His hands stroked my hair, my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple. "I'm so proud of you, Sofia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I sobbed against him, my body trembling, but his praise wrapped around me like a warm blanket, calming me, soothing me. I clung to him, feeling the intensity of the moment fade, replaced by a deep, overwhelming sense of belonging.

"You did so well, bella ," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I nodded, my breath hitching, my tears slowly subsiding as I felt his arms tighten around me, holding me close. I felt safe, cherished, and wanted in a way I had never experienced before.

Then his hand dipped between my thighs, and he growled, the sound rolling through me like melted butter.

"Fuck, bambina. You're soaking wet for me. It's a shame that I need to fuck that tight little bottom instead of this needy little pussy."

"Please," I pleaded.

"Please what, my naughty Sofia?"

"Please punish my asshole with your cock," I said, shameful arousal reeling through me as soon as the words left my mouth.

Oh, fuck. This was actually happening.

"Gladly, bad girl," he snarled, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.

What had I just asked for?