The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel

CHAPTER 27

Domenico

 

I was an enforcer. A punisher. I tortured my enemies, flayed their skins and left them to rot for days before I fed them to the coyotes. My name alone would make grown ass men piss themselves. Their fear had turned into something I could see in color, something I could smell in the air, on their skins, something I could hear inside their hearts. And Nicky was no different. She was pretending to be strong, but she was afraid, of me, of what I’d do to her.

But unlike the men I’d taken on my long red trips, she wasn’t afraid enough to give up or give in. Even with my fist in her hair, her wrists cuffed to my bed, her body naked on display for my pleasure and my cock at her mouth, she still wouldn’t get on her knees. My woman always fought back, and it made my cock ache harder for her screams.

Don’t you know, little kitten, the longer you fight, the longer I want to play? And I don’t play nice.

“What makes you think I won’t fucking bite?” she hissed, her big blue eyes blazing like an angry cat.

I pulled her head closer, so close her lips almost touched the crown of my cock. “I’d like to see you try.” She didn’t know the amount of pain I could take before I’d even groan. I was trained for years not to scream, not to make a sound or the pain would be tenfold.

It must have been something in my voice or face that made her believe I wasn’t afraid of a little bite, and anything she thought she could do to fight back would only backfire. Because her lips tightened, and her defiant gaze fell to her knees that finally touched the carpet.

Here you go, little kitten. That’s how you win with me.

Sassy, strong women were surely hot, a challenge to tame and were like firecrackers in bed. But that was never why this woman enchanted me beyond sanity. It was the broken pieces, the hideous marks she couldn’t get rid of that put a spell on me. There was nothing wrong with being broken. There was nothing more beautiful than the scars.

I wanted them all to be mine. I wanted to hold her broken pieces, not to put them back together but to mash them with mine until she no longer recognized the old ones, until her damage would be my own. I wanted to erase those old scars and leave my marks instead. I wanted to own her pain, her break, to consume her body and soul, to swallow her whole and never let her out.

Maybe then we’d be whole together. Maybe then I’d find my peace. Maybe then I’d stop.

No, not even then.

One thing would make me stop. Tears. Her proud tears. The real pain she’d locked up and kept all to herself. If she ever let me see her real tears, if she let me own those, too, I’d stop.

Would she ever?

She glowered. “Now what?”

I grabbed my pants and got out the key to her cuffs. “Now we watch.”

“Watch what?”

“You’ll watch me, my body that I know makes you so wet, and I’ll watch you, all naked, on your fucking knees for me, one hand cuffed to my bed, the other touching your sweet little pussy until you come loud and messy for me, your merciless captor.”

She stared at me for a second, something dark flashing in her eyes, something she didn’t want to admit or show yet, before she snorted. “You want me to masturbate for you?”

“To me and for me, yes. I’ll do the same.”

She licked her lip. A reflex she probably didn’t realize was happening. My cock pulsed at the sight of it as I pictured that lovely tongue on me instead. “And if I say no?” she asked.

I held my throbbing cock and glided it down her cheek. “This erection won’t go by itself, and it’s starting to annoy me. I’ll have to fuck something any second now. Is it gonna be my hand or your mouth or even better…your ass?”

Her chin quivered as she pushed her face away from my cock, my precum glistening on her skin, leaving a clear trail in the little distance between us. My first mark. Soon, she’d be covered in more, a lot more. She’d be covered in me and all I had to offer her. Only her.

An unpleasant thought crossed my mind. “Did that cazzone take that, too, from you?” From me?

“Took what?”

“Your ass, did he take that virginity, too?”

She glared at me, her lips curling with disgust. “None of your business.”

My hand squeezed around her throat so abruptly her eyes bulged, her mouth gaping open. “Everything about you is my fucking business. Now, answer. Did he take you from behind?”

Wheezing, she shook her head.

Good. That was mine to take for the first time and every time to come. It would be our thing, but first things first. “Have you ever let anybody touch you? Anywhere?”

“Don’t you fucking know what happened to me?” She choked. “Why are you asking again?”

I left her throat, and she coughed wildly. The back of my hand brushed against her cheek. “You didn’t let your father touch you. You didn’t give yourself to him willingly. But I want to know if you did with someone else.”

“If you’re so hung up on virginity and purity, why do you want me? Why didn’t you have some virgin princess of the many lining up in your families for the taking? Why did you bend over backwards to marry someone else’s leftover?”

“No. No, Nicky. That’s not what you are.” I squatted by her side and kissed her cheek, getting another whiff of her intoxicating smell, my own drug. “To me, you’re perfection.” Perfection I so wanted to ruin.

“Stop it. Please stop it…and stop touching me.”

“I can’t.”

“If I told you I let someone else touch me, would you finally lose interest and stop?”

“No.” I didn’t think I’d ever be able to lose interest no matter what her sins were. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her even if she was the devil herself. “And that would be a lie if you said it, wouldn’t it?”

“Pathetically, yes.”

“You’re not pathetic.”

“Yes, I am, and so are you. You wouldn’t be if you needed to force a girl into your bed.”

I chuckled. We both knew I didn’t need to force a girl into my bed. “You’re so cute when you try to rile me up.” My lips slid toward hers and stilled. “Kiss me.”

How her eyes dipped to my mouth and the hitch to her breath didn’t go unnoticed. “No.”

“Kiss me, Nicky.”

“No!”

I growled and mashed my lips against hers. My tongue pried her mouth open, invading her. She squirmed, the cuffs rumbling, the perky flesh of her tits bumping against my chest. Then something sharp speared my tongue and lips. Her teeth.

Without even a flinch, I savored her taste mixed with the metallic taste of blood and pain. She bit even harder until my teeth grazed her flesh, threatening to do the same.

“The fuck?” she mumbled.

I deepened my kiss, getting my fix for now. Then I forced myself to pull away before I lost control and ruined our game. “Again, not what you expected, little kitten, eh?” I drew my thumb across the blood on my mouth and smeared her already red lips with it. A little groan fled my throat. “My pre-cum on your cheek, my blood on your mouth and very soon my cum on your skin…”

“You’re a sick fuck psycho, just like Tino, just like Leo, just like Frank Baldi.”

“Careful! Don’t compare me to any man you’ve known, especially not to a pathetic loser like the traitor or a piece of shit like the child rapist. It won’t end well.” I rose to my feet and let one of her hands loose. “Now, you be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

I didn’t give her a chance to object. I guided her fingers myself inside her pussy and sat, my back against the wall across from hers. Parting my legs to give her a better view of my erection and engorged balls, I stroked myself. “Get to work.”

“Fuck you,” she seethed.

I cocked a brow in warning.

“Jesus.” She shook her head and closed her eyes, slowly moving her finger along her slit.

“Open your fucking eyes. Look at me. Think only about me.”

“You really think I can come like this?”

“I know you will. Just take a little dip and see how wet you are.”

“I’m as dry as a fucking bone.”

My eyes rolled. “Do you want me to show you how much of a liar you are?” I moved forward, threatening to come over.

“No. All right, fuck. Just stay where you are.”

I leaned back. “Show me.”

She pushed one finger in and out, and then looked at her sweet juices coating it. “Whatever, asshole. So yes, I’m wet, but I told you why. Now, enjoy your sick show.”

“Oh, I will.” I let out a long breath, fisting my cock, while my eyes pinned to her sticky finger, dying to lick it. “Put two fingers in and rub your clit with your thumb. Don’t take your eyes off me, my body, my cock that’s hard for you.”

She swallowed and slid two fingers inside her pussy, dragging her gaze to my length. Her breathing became louder, her naked tits rising and falling slowly, her nipples so beautifully hard. “I’m…I’m cold.”

“Imagine my hands on you, massaging your body, warming you up. Imagine your hands on my chest, my abs, tracing my tattoos like before, remember how hot you got me with your touch…”

Her lashes fluttered as her breath snagged in her chest, her fingers pushing inside her wetness, her thumb teasing her clit in small circles. “Go…go on.”

I bit my lip on a smile, but I didn’t like the shame crossing her face. She should never be ashamed of her desire for me. She was mine, even if she refused to accept it.

I could push harder, claim her, force her to be mine, but I knew she wasn’t ready for my cock yet. Not even in dirty talking. If she’d been, I’d have told her, as she fucked herself with her fingers, to show me how much she wished it’d been my cock filling her tight pussy, how she wanted to milk me until I filled her up with so much cum that it spilled out of her, too much for her little pussy to hold. 

“Feel me cup your face in my hands, tease you with a little kiss but not devour you yet.” My voice lowered. “Feel my lips on your neck, a little nibble there, and then I go down to your collarbone, slowly lick along it.”

A barely audible moan seeped out of her as her eyes hooded and the circles around her clit sped.

“I slide down to your perfect tits. I wanna feel how full and heavy they are in my hands,” I sigh, my fist moving up and down my shaft, my eyes fucking those tits. “Feel my palm on one of your hard nipples, circling it, and my lips on the other. Then I lick it over and over before I suck deep.”

“Oh my God.” Her head lulled back, her nipples begging for exactly that kind of attention from my lips and palm I was describing. Maybe throw some teeth in, too, for a few bites, and a pinch here and there…

Her breaths turned into gasps as she parted her pussy with her fingers, bucking for deeper penetration. A glimpse of her soaking, pink flesh taunted me. Shit. My cock shouldn’t be in my fucking fist like a kid. It should be plunged deep in my little kitten’s pussy, filling her, giving her the pleasure she’d only dream about getting, from me, satisfying my uncontrollable need for her.

She parted herself farther, moving her thumb for a moment, and I could see her clit, almost red, protruding and engorged in anticipation. She needed her release as much as I did.

I caught her eyes before she could pretend she wasn’t staring at my torso and the hand on my cock.

“Why…uh…did you stop?” she panted.

“So eager to come?”

She frowned, blushing. “No…I just want to get your sick fantasy over with.”

“Liar. You’re a liar, little kitten, and I’ll punish you until you learn never to lie to me again.” I massaged my balls for her, letting her watch the full size of me. “Part that pussy for me again. I wanna see all of you.”

She didn’t resist, and the pink flesh, dripping now, taunted me again. I groaned, my heart racing as my balls tightened. “Fuck. You feel me make my way down your body, kissing and licking your waist, your hipbone. I draw a line with my tongue along your pelvis right above your mound. Then my hot breath fans your pussy as you shake with anticipation. I lick your slit, many times, loving the way you tremble before I let my tongue roam in circles around your clit.”

“Jesus.” She slid three fingers now inside her dripping pussy, pumping fast.

“I write my name with my tongue all over your pussy, savoring your moans, learning your sounds, the spots that make you crazy, and then I do it over and over, fucking you with my tongue, slurping your juices, taking my time, until you’re begging me for release.”

“Fuck you…aaah…I’m not gonna beg. Never…oh God…gonna beg.”

I stroked my cock again, harder, faster, her sounds driving me nuts. “Oh you will, little kitten. That I promise you.” I groaned, my fist frantic around my cock. “Look at me. Stop fingering your fucking pussy and look at me.”

“What? Why would I stop?”

I got up and towered over her. “Fucking stop and watch.”

She paused, her fingers inside her still. Her eyes lifted to my face, but I guided her head so she’d watch my cock instead.

I took another gaze at her, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Her skin was flushed. The sight of her naked, cuffed, on her knees with her fingers in her pussy while she gazed at my cock in arousal and fear drove my fucking cum out in heavy jets. On her chin, on her throat, spilling all over my hand. “Cazzo,” I groaned as the last shudders of my cum hit me in the bones.

Glancing down at her, I found her fingers moving, sneaking to pleasure her without permission. “You’re a bad girl.”

She pumped those fingers in a dare. “Your cum is all over me, and you’re calling me a bad girl?”

“First, my cum isn’t all over you.” I smeared the cum in my fist on her tits, abdomen and cunt. “Now it is.”

She stared at her glistening body in shock, and then she glared at me. I yanked her hand out of her and slapped it. “Second, you don’t get to orgasm without permission, bad girl.”

“Uh…you’re…fuck this shit.” She touched herself again. “I don’t need permission to come, especially not from you.”

I yanked her hand one more time and cuffed her wrist back through her jerking squirms and foul protests. “If you’re my wife, maybe, but as my captive, you sure do.” I straightened my back and headed for the bathroom.

“What the fuck? Where are you going, leaving me like this?”

“Shower. Then straight to bed.”

“What about me?!”

I glanced at her over my shoulder and smirked. “I’m generous enough to let you share my bed…right where you are.”

“Like you’ll make me sleep like this, cuffed to a fucking pillar, naked, on the cold floor, covered in blood and cum that aren’t even mine?”

“Most captives are left in dark, stinky, ugly dungeons. At least, you have a nice view.” I went on my way. “Buonanotte, prigioniera mia.”