Chapter Three

ESMé

This mixture of pleasure and pain is exactly what I needed to take my mind off my troubles. I immediately turned my phone off the moment that I agreed to come across the street to Daniil’s condo with him.

It wasn’t the friendliness of Max with Daniil, or the phone call that convinced me to come over. The only reason I agreed was because I considered what my life was about to become.

I will be tied to a loveless marriage to an older man for the rest of my life, a man I have never respected. There will be nothing in my future except giving him an heir and knowing that I helped secure my father’s business holdings in Italy.

The arranged marriage between Royal Gallo and me is nothing more than a business arrangement between two constituents.

Royal is twenty years my senior. Where most young ladies are out celebrating their twenty-first birthdays by hanging with their friends, taking out-of-town trips, or getting drunk in a bar somewhere, I spent my twenty-first birthday escaping my bodyguards by pretending to be my personal attendant.

She pretended to escort me on a shopping excursion for gifts, but we went to the airport instead. We swapped clothes and I purchased a trip to Aspen, Colorado.

I spun the globe in my father’s office, and Giulia stuck her finger out with her eyes closed. The globe stopped, and her finger hovered over Aspen.

I reserved a room at a local resort, and I spent the first couple of hours staring up at the ceiling, trying to determine how to get myself out of this bind. I came up with nothing, so I left and headed further into town. I spent yesterday shopping and then more of the same earlier today. After shopping, I landed at 2 Sips for drinks.

Coming back here with Daniil was perfect for me. I needed and wanted to do something that was so rebellious and so out of character for me. I wanted to remember my twenty-first birthday, not by how sick and disgusted I was by having to marry a man that I didn’t love and whom my father had chosen, but by getting my brains screwed out.

“Have you ever had this sweet ass plugged?” he asks.

“No.”

“There’s a first time for everything,”

he says, walking away from me.

When he returns, his hands smooth over my ass before he squeezes it.

“You are going to feel something cold, кoT?HOк, it is lube. It is to prepare you.”

“Okay.”

He spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel the cool liquid pouring into me. I rock my hips side to side, and I moan unexpectantly when I feel something sticking into my ass.

“That is my finger. I am just loosening you up. Preparing you for what is to come,”

he says, showing me a silver oval shaped prong which has a stem that is attached to a silver and light pink heart at the end.

“That’s not going to fit.”

“I can guarantee it will. And I promise you that you will love it,”

he says, wiggling his finger in my ass.

“Now that feels lovely,” I purr.

“Good. Then you will like this more,”

he says, removing his finger and sliding the butt plug into my ass.

“Ohh, sir!”

I moan, shaking.

I’m ready to cum at the feeling of that alone.

He rewards me with kisses along my spine. Daniil releases my ankles and then my wrists.

I reach behind me to remove the butt plug though it feels delicious.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“No,”

I reply at the harsh rebuke he issues in a dark tone.

I sit up, and he walks close to me, standing in front of me. I reach out a hand to touch his impressive erection.

“You do only what I tell you, Esmé,”

he spits out between clenched teeth, grabbing my hand and pushing it away from him.

I’m caught off guard by the iciness in his tone and the wall he puts up. He walks away from me, and when he walks to the wall, I follow his movements. He grabs a black paddle and sits in a large, black leather slipper chair with metal studs along the front rails.

“Come here,”

he says, crooking a finger at me.

A little fear rises in me when I get off the bed to walk to him.

“Lay on my lap,”

he instructs.

I do as he says and close my eyes in pleasure as he pushes the butt plug in and out of my ass. My moans are loud and lusty, but it feels so good. Just as I relax on his lap, he removes the butt plug altogether and brings the paddle down hard across my ass.

“Ouch!”

I shout, caught by surprise.

He whacks me two more times like that before his hand smooths over my ass.

I gulp back a sob, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

His hand slowly drops between my thighs, and he fingers my pussy. My eyes roll back in my head at the unexpected gratification. I feel my juices pooling around his finger, but then he stops and smacks my ass again.

“You do only what you are permitted to do. You ask for permission before touching me or making a move.”

“You did not tell me that,” I hiss.

“I told you that you could only touch me with permission.”

He did. I simply forgot. But damn, for this feeling he’s bringing me, this exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain, I’ll act out again.

“Do not be a brat, кoT?HOк,”

he says as if he can read my mind.

Gripping my hair, he jerks my head backward. Pressing hot lips against the column of my neck, he licks and nips down the length of my neck.

“I need you, Daniil,”

I whimper.

“Show me,” he says.

I get up and move back to the bed. Laying down, I spread my thighs, slicking a finger through my wet folds. I pull my finger free and slip it between my lips. Moaning, I suck my nectar off my finger.

He grunts something in Russian and moves away to a table on the opposite side of the room. When he returns, his dick is covered with a condom.

“Aren’t you going to undress?”

He grabs my ankles, pulls me to him, and wraps them around his back. With one forceful, hard thrust, he enters my wet sex.

“Daniil!”

I scream as he roughly takes me.

My pussy clenches tightly around him, sucking him further in, greedy for what he has to offer.

Daniil fucks me roughly, with one hand on my throat and the other gently caressing my breast.

It’s not long before I release on him, and when I do, he pulls out and says, “On your knees, kitten.”

I climb off the bed, kneeling before him.

Removing the condom, he grunts, “Finish me off.”

I take him into my mouth and adjust a couple of times before I can comfortably work him toward the back of my throat. I work my lips, hands, and teeth along his length until he violently explodes down my throat.

Daniil leads me to the shower, where he slowly and gently sexes my body again and then washes me.

Afterward, he leads me to another bedroom, where he caresses my body, wraps me in a blanket, and holds me. “Aftercare,”

he calls it.

“What led you to being in Aspen alone on Christmas Eve and giving your body to a stranger?”

Sighing, I decide the truth won’t hurt anyone at this point.

“It’s my twenty-first birthday and my father has arranged for me to marry a man I do not love nor respect tomorrow.”

“Then don’t do it.”

“I have to. I have no choice. So, for one night at least, I wanted to live life on my own terms. No one else’s rules but mine.”

I won’t make it back to Italy for my Christmas day wedding, but I will in time. I know that I’ll be punished.

For the next two days, Daniil uses my body for his pleasure, tortures my soul, and owns my mind. With a heavy heart, I leave his presence and return to Italy, where I am to marry the man I abhor.