Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

S ofia

" B ambina ," he growled, and the sound vibrated down into the tips of my toes and right back up again. I drew in a deep breath, trying to rein in what was happening and having absolutely no luck at all.

"Massimo," I said again softly, his name rolling off my tongue like a chord of music. He leaned in closer to me, his gaze leveling with mine. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold and emerald, like a cup of warm cider on a cold winter's day, and I lost myself in them before his hand squeezed a bit tighter around my throat.

I gasped, the pressure making my heart pound even faster, the air coming in a little more shallowly than before, and my body thrummed with heated arousal.

His fingers circled over my clit and then they edged backwards. I whimpered as the tips nudged at my entrance, teasing me, but then he pushed in just a little before he stopped.

"Fuck, you're a virgin," he growled, and the air left my lungs in a rush.

"Yes," I somehow managed, and his fingers retreated back to my clit, which was somehow pulsing even harder. His grip on my neck tightened slightly and the edges of my vision went blurry as he played with the needy bundle of nerves between my thighs.

Then he pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy, just hard enough to sting, taking me by surprise. With a yelp, I started, but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, not with him pinning me against the wall like this.

What was happening?

He spanked my pussy again, harder, and a wave of intense pleasure-pain rolled through me. It was almost too much to bear, but somehow, a deep, shameful part of me enjoyed it.

He slapped my pussy several more times, punishing me with the flats of his fingers until my sensitive flesh was burning and for some reason, it only made my clit throb even harder.

I tried to angle my hips away, but his hand around my throat tightened in warning and he spanked my pussy much more firmly three times in quick succession as punishment.

"Please," I begged.

I didn't have any clue as to what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop? Did I want more?

I didn't know, but a part of me didn't care.

A wave of humiliation washed over me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to escape, trying to ignore the conflicting sensations warring inside me. I shouldn't be enjoying any of this. This was wrong, right? He shouldn't be touching me like this, he shouldn't have taken down my panties and spanked me, and he shouldn't have his hand between my thighs right now, but here we were.

And then his fingers were on my clit again.

Oh, fuck.

Liquid wildfire surged through my veins, hot and heavy and all too consuming. I tried to fight it, but it felt like I was being steamrolled by pain and pleasure so intense that there was nothing for me to do but take it.

He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through his chest, and the primal possessiveness of his gaze made my knees go weak.

He was an alpha, dominant, a man used to getting what he wanted, and at that moment, there was nothing I could do whether I was willing or not.

His slick fingers rubbed my clit a bit more firmly. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me, and he shifted, his body pressing into mine as his hand squeezed around my throat, making sure I couldn't go anywhere.

My pussy was dripping wet, and his fingers slid against the hard little bundle of nerves, the sensation almost too much to bear and I bit my lip, trying to keep steady and feeling like my entire focus was centered around the pleasure building in my core and how very close I was to breaking.

I tried to hold back one moan after the next, but I failed time and time again, until the entire room was echoing with the sound of my desire as he teased and taunted me with an orgasm just out of reach.

Then he pressed a little harder.

My whole world tilted on its edge as my release ripped through me with the power of a hurricane. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that all I could do was surrender.

I gasped for air, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to do anything except feel.

Red-hot bliss pulsed through my veins, hot and heavy and everything that I ever needed in that single moment. My entire body shook, and a shiver ran down my spine, the tremors rippling through me and making the waves of my orgasm even stronger.

I came so hard that my vision turned white.

My toes curled and my hips rolled, inadvertently rubbing my clit against the flats of his fingers even more, which only extended my climax that much further. My legs buckled and it was difficult to stand, but his hand around my throat steadied me and, on some level, I was grateful for it.

When my orgasm finally crested and began to ebb away, the aftershocks still quaked through me, one after the other until my legs were quivering beneath me.

And then he was on me, his lips crashing into mine with his fingers still sliding over my clit, and his other hand was squeezing tighter. It was all so much and not enough and so fast and yet so slow all at once.

I didn't mean to, but I kissed him back.

His kiss was possessive and controlling and that made my clit throb again. He was kissing me like he owned me, and I moaned against his lips before his tongue speared against mine. His mouth was hot and demanding as our tongues tangled together.

This was really happening, wasn't it?

Massimo had just made me come all over his fingers and things were escalating. Now his lips were on mine and I didn't know where this would stop, if it would stop, if I even wanted it to stop.

I moaned and he swallowed my sounds, kissing me like I was a feast, and he was a starved man who hadn't eaten in days.

It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced in my life.

I could feel his hard cock through his dress pants, rubbing against my thigh. It was so big and so hot that a part of me pulled back, taken aback by the sheer size of it, but there was another part of me that pushed back against him because I knew that a fucking from him would probably hurt just as much as it felt good.

His tongue explored the depths of my mouth, and I felt his hunger, his need, his desire for me. It was too much for me to handle, especially with his fingers on my clit.

I was so close to coming undone for a second time and I hadn't even known that was possible. Sure, I'd touched myself in the dead of night with the lights off under the covers. I knew how to make myself orgasm, but I was usually too sensitive and exhausted after a single climax to try to continue for a second one.

Massimo didn't care.

He just pushed me and that made me even hotter. A whimper escaped my lips, and his mouth swallowed the sounds, devouring me as his hand released my throat and made its way to the back of my head. His fingers fisted my hair and pulled it taut, causing a wave of pain to blossom across my scalp. His hand gripped tighter, pulling it harder, and I gasped, losing myself in his kiss and his touch and everything that was him.

Before I knew what was happening, I was sailing into another orgasm even stronger than the last. The intensity was almost too much. My whole body was buzzing, and the heat between my thighs was blazing hotter than before.

His kiss never wavered and neither did his fingers as my knees gave out. His knee pressed between my legs, holding me up as he forced me through the first wave of pleasure. Another followed, and then another, and my whole body constricted as my pleasure consumed me. Overwhelmingly exquisite ecstasy burned through my veins, crashing over me, and taking me out with the tide. I drowned in my bliss, losing my footing as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

Massimo didn't let up. He forced me to ride wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, and my head was swimming, but that didn't stop my orgasm from sweeping through me like a tornado.

My whole body was shaking by the time I came down from my second climax and steadied my feet on the floor. One aftershock after another almost made my eyes roll back in my head. I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing ragged and my hips bucking against his fingers as I rode out the last dregs of my release.

Then he grabbed my arm, turned me around, and smacked my ass hard four or five times. I yelped, the sudden sting on my already sore bottom catching me off guard.

His fingertips pressed between my bottom cheeks, and I started, but there was nowhere for me to run, not with the wall right in front of me and him behind me pinning me in place.

My heart pounded in my chest. What was he doing and why wasn't I trying to stop him?

What the hell was going on? Was he going to touch my asshole? Even worse, was he about to fuck me in the ass?

The thought of it sent a mix of excitement and apprehension racing through me, and I was ashamed to say that a part of me would have let him, if he wanted to. The thought made me even more ashamed and even though I hated it once I realized it, it also made me excited.

"Massimo, please," I pleaded.

His fingers were slick against my spanked ass as he pushed between my cheeks, just brushing over my bottom hole. I stiffened, trying to fight back against him, but suddenly his finger was pressing against my asshole and then it was inside.

The foreign burning pressure took me by surprise and I cried out, taken aback by the deep ache nothing more than his single digit caused.

Who was I kidding? I couldn't take anything more than his finger in my ass, let alone his cock. He pushed in deeper all the way to his first knuckle, and I squealed, the pain and the strange feeling more than I could handle.

But he didn't seem to care.

He pressed in further and I whimpered, trying to get away, but I had nowhere to go. I was pinned between the wall and Massimo, and that didn't leave me with a whole lot of options.

I swallowed hard, my complete attention on his finger violating my bottom hole. I hated that my clit throbbed to life at that moment like a dirty fucking traitor. I wasn't supposed to like this. It wasn't supposed to be making me wet or aroused or anything like that. I should be angry. I should want him to stop touching me, but when he started pumping that single digit in and out of my tortured hole, there was no denying it.

I sort of liked how it felt.

"I'm not going to take your virginity tonight, Sofia," he murmured.

I opened my mouth, but not a single word came out.

"Maybe I will one day, if you beg me so very prettily for it," he continued, and my breath stuck in the back of my throat.

I still said nothing, instead closing my eyes and trying my best not to ride his finger as it pumped in and out of me.

"Now, la mia bambina , I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to fuck that beautiful sassy mouth or this tight little asshole of yours. You're going to swallow my cum or you're going to walk out of here with it dripping from this cherry red ass. Now choose," he demanded.

My asshole clenched around his fingers, and he chuckled softly.

"Choose, little girl, or I'm going to let your body choose for you," he growled, and I opened my mouth as quickly as I could.

"Please, not my ass. Please. My mouth," I said quickly, my words coming out in a rush of air. A shudder racked my body. I wasn't ready for him to take my virginity, and I sure as hell wasn't ready for him to take me in the ass. That only left my mouth for him to fuck, but for some reason I was nervous about that too.

Gently, or at least as gently as I imagined he could, he pulled his finger free from my bottom hole. Without warning, he smacked my ass several more times, igniting the burn from my spanking and causing it to sting anew.

"Then get on your knees and open that pretty mouth," he demanded, and I faltered for a moment, not really believing this was happening and yet reckoning with the fact that it really was.

He turned me toward him, and in almost a haze, I slowly dropped to one knee and then the other. When I was settled, I looked up at him to see him staring down at me.

"I've envisioned you on your knees like this before me many times, la mia bambina , I just never thought the day would come," he said darkly, his voice rumbling through me like a cool drink of water. He was so tall and strong and powerful that his shadow alone seemed to envelop me and somewhere deep down I liked it.

A little bit.

One of his hands reached down to tenderly swipe the hair off my forehead and behind my ear. The gentleness of his touch was in stark contrast to the roughness of everything that had already happened, and I leaned into his palm as his thumb swept over my cheek. Then that same hand brushed over top of my head to settle at the base of my scalp, where he once again took my hair tight in his fist.

I cried out, the pain catching me by surprise. Red-hot agony blossomed across my skull, sharp and quick and somehow, it struck straight down to my clit. If not for his hold on me, I would have pitched forward.

Then I remembered why I was on my knees in the first place.

This was happening. This was really happening. My eyes flicked down to his waist, seeing his hard cock straining against his slacks, and I swallowed hard, the reality of the situation finally sinking in once and for all.

He's going to fuck your mouth.

With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, sliding the end through the buckle. Almost in a trance, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock tented through his briefs, and I wavered from one knee to the other, my anxious arousal taking me by storm.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

This shouldn't have been turning me on. He shouldn't have been making me feel these things, not a single one of them, and I definitely shouldn't be staring at his dick right now knowing it was about to go into my mouth at any moment.

Massimo didn't waste any time. He pushed his briefs down and his hard cock sprang free. I cried out at the sight of it, my mouth going dry. I was a virgin, but I knew what a cock was supposed to look like, or at least I thought I did.

But this was the first one I'd seen in person.

Massimo was huge, and the thought of having him in my mouth, or even anywhere else, made me feel dizzy. His cock was thick and long, far longer than I ever imagined a cock could be. It jerked right in front of me, engorged with blood, the veins to either side of it throbbing with his own arousal. There was already a drop of pre-cum dribbling from the thick head and my thighs pressed tight together, my nervous desire thrumming through me with fervent intensity.

Massimo didn't let me hesitate. With a firm grip on the back of my head, he drew me forward until the tip of his cock pressed against my lips.

"Open your mouth. Don't make me take off my belt, little girl," he commanded, and at once, a wave of arousal washed over me. Somehow, I don't know how, I opened my mouth, then the head of his cock was pressing inside.

The sight of him had been jarring. The feel of him was something else entirely.

He wasn't just big. He was massive.

My lips stretched wide around his girth, and I had a sudden panic attack. There was no way I could take him all the way, no way in hell, but he didn't seem to care about that. He just pushed himself further into my mouth until the tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat.

I gagged. He didn't stop.

Instead, he just groaned, low and deep, and the sound of his desire made my own pussy throb between my thighs. He was enjoying himself, and that thought alone was making me wet all over again. My thighs trembled and I whined around him as he pushed a bit deeper.

"I want you to suck my cock like a good girl who doesn't want her bare little ass belted," he growled.

He pulled his cock nearly free from my lips before he surged forward once more. My heart nearly leapt up into my throat.

That was the only warning I got before he started to fuck my face. I gagged. I panicked. I suckled around his cock exactly like he wanted me to.

My eyes watered and I moaned, his cock fucking my mouth hard and fast. His grip on my head kept me still and the only thing I could do was try not to bite him, although a part of me wondered if that would make him stop.

I didn't want to test him though, especially with my ass already sore from a spanking.

I didn't want his belt next.

My saliva dripped down the length of his shaft, and I could barely breathe, but the more he thrust, the more aroused I got. My clit pulsed between my legs, and my nipples tightened against my t-shirt.

I wondered if he could see them. If he wanted to see them.

He thrust hard into my mouth, and I gagged once more. In a fit of self-preservation, I pressed my fingers against his thighs and tried to push myself back, but his hold on my hair tightened and he held me in place.

He fucked my face even harder after that.

I whimpered, clutching at him, and the sounds coming from my mouth were loud and garbled, echoing throughout the room. He didn't let up, his pace relentless, and there was nothing I could do but surrender to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed, and I couldn't help myself. One of my hands slid down between my legs, and I touched myself, my fingers brushing over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Needy girl," he scolded. "Don't think I didn't notice you touching that pretty pink pussy," he rumbled, and my breath hitched in the back of my throat at the same time he thrust inside it. It was hard to breathe, and I choked, but that didn't stop him either.

My vision swam and my heart pounded. The only things I could feel were his cock driving into my mouth, my hand in between my thighs, and the traitorous pleasure racing through me unbidden.

My fingers moved faster.

He fucked me even more ferociously. I did my best to suckle and swirl my tongue around him, trying to please him and feeling like I was doing well and completely terribly at the same time. When he groaned though, I could tell without a doubt by the sounds that he was enjoying himself.

It was honestly the hottest thing I'd ever heard.

My nipples ached, and my clit was slick. The pressure was building in my core, becoming more intense with each passing moment. It was becoming hard to focus on anything except my fingers circling my clit, the orgasm coiling tighter within me.

And then my world splintered, and I shattered into pieces with his cock still fucking my mouth.

A scream built up in the back of my throat, and I cried out, but the sound was muffled around his girth. My hips rolled, the waves of pleasure crashed over me, one after the other, and I couldn't make them stop, not that I really wanted to.

I came with his cock in my mouth as he groaned out loud. He pulled out just a little and the sounds of my pleasure ripped free from my throat before I could even think to stop them.

"Fuck, la mia bambina , come hard for me. Come hard while I fuck this pretty mouth," he demanded, and I did.

My little girl…

I came so hard that when my eyes closed, I saw stars.

My thighs pressed together as ruthless pleasure raced up and down every limb, taking me by storm and holding me captive to its fervid embrace. I screamed again, my inner walls fluttering around empty air, and he thrust all the way back into my mouth. This time, my throat opened for him as I struggled to breathe through my nose and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I don't know why I'd come so hard. That was a thing to unpack another day because right now, I just wanted to survive this.

Once my orgasm was over, he resumed fucking my throat with ruthless intensity, driving in and out of my mouth and making me gag over and over again. I tried to control it, but soon enough it was too much, and I started fighting back against him, overwhelmed and exhausted from coming three times in a row.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and my mascara streaked down my face as he pulled all the way out of my mouth. He reached down and used his hand to spank his cock back and forth across my lips, shamefully punishing me for fighting him. It didn't hurt at all, but it was jarring all the same.

Humiliation rattled through me at the same time that my clit thrummed once more, and I cursed the traitorous little thing, not wanting to admit that as embarrassing as this was, it kind of turned me on a little bit.

Or maybe a lot…

His cock was shiny with my saliva, and he grabbed the base and rubbed the tip all over my cheeks, then the slit of my lips and across the plump flesh of my mouth.

I whined with shame.

"Open," he commanded, and I was too overwhelmed to do anything but obey him. When my mouth was open wide, he slapped his cock down on my tongue several times. I didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't make me wait long to find out.

He thrust back into my mouth and fucked it hard before he pulled his hips back and grabbed his cock with his hand. I watched with rapt attention as he stroked the crown of his dick.

I finally realized what he was doing a moment before the first spurts of hot cum shot out from the head of his cock. It landed on my mouth, on my chin, and all over my chest right above my top.

I sat there for a long moment, humiliated, ashamed, and undoubtedly aroused. My pussy was throbbing, and every inch of my body felt numb.

Then he reached down and lifted me up, his arms wrapping around my body as he held me close.

"We can hide your red ass beneath your skirt, but we don't have time for you to take a shower," he rasped.

He grasped my shirt and yanked it down, exposing my breasts. Before I could even think to try to stop him, he was rubbing his cum all over my chest.

My face burned, and a small part of me wanted to push him away, but there was another part of me, a dark twisted little thing that wanted to push back against him and rub my tits in his cum and spread it all around, and I hated that part of me most of all.

I loathed it.

My nipples hardened into little pebbles, and he took that opportunity to smear his seed across those as well. I gasped, the sensation of his touch on my nipples almost more than I could bear. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to hold it together.

"There, there, sweet girl. It's all over now. You're my good girl, aren't you," he murmured. Gently, he pulled my top back into place.

I didn't answer, too overwhelmed, ashamed, and still impossibly aroused.

When he was satisfied, he turned and pulled his slacks back up, then tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. He looked perfectly composed, but somehow, he also looked a little different than he had before, almost a little less put together. On the other hand, I was still bare from the waist down.

I watched him as he picked up my skirt from off the floor.

"Here. I'll help you dress," he offered. He knelt down before me and held my skirt open so I could step into it. Feeling off balance, I pressed my hand to his shoulder to steady myself as I lifted one foot and then the other until he pulled my skirt up to my waist and buttoned it.

My gaze flicked to my panties, and he reached out for those, but he didn't give them back. Instead, he stuffed them in his pocket.

My face turned beet red.

He reached out for my hand, and I took a step toward him. I was shaky on my feet, and I stumbled. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we started toward the door.

"My men will come back for your things. It's time to go," he ordered, and I opened my mouth, a little shocked.

"What will I wear to bed?" I asked shakily.

"Depends on your attitude, la mia bambina. If you're a good girl for me tonight, maybe I'll let you wear one of my shirts. If you're a bad girl though, I might make you wear nothing at all."