The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel

CHAPTER 32

Nicky

 

Pain. Dom had a room of pain. Not like the red room or the purple room but a real one. Everything here was black and blue like the bruises that covered his victims when he was done with them. While it had a four-poster bed, there were shackles and rope dangling from the posters and more restraints attached to the mattress. A couple of Tally Ho chairs were placed strategically back to back in front of mirrored cupboards. Endless shelves of not just floggers and canes but sharp tools and blades of all sizes. Scattered against the walls were benches of all shapes, some scarier than the others. Like the one I was spread and shackled against now. While it was covered in leather, and only my head, shoulders, ankles and feet were against it—my back, ass and thighs were fully exposed—it felt like a fucking crucifixion beam or a medieval stock, not a sex bench.

This wasn’t just a playroom or a sex dungeon. It was a real room of torture.

“Dom, this isn’t funny.” I writhed against the leather restraints on my wrists and feet. Strangely those weren’t the ones hooked to the stock. There were chains coming out of them, and those were inserted in special holes in the stock and hooked from the back. I could move my arms a few inches in them, but the ones on my feet restraints gave very little leeway. What was the purpose of this design? Psychological torment? The taunting sense of unattainable freedom? “Get me out of here. I’m scared.”

He stood in front of me, all naked, all terrifying in that light that magnified the intensity of his tattooed muscles and the scars underneath, in that room that he owned like a fucking king.

He came toward me, his eyes glowing yellow like a real coyote, consuming me. “You weren’t scared when you tried to play me that day in your apartment? You weren’t scared when you ran away from me?” He circled around me, and then stopped in front of me again, the back of his hand traveling down on me from my cheek to my hip. “You weren’t scared when you tried to play me again today?”

I shuddered in fear and from the havoc he wreaked on my body with his touch. “I didn’t. When did I play you today?”

“When you were so concerned about my status in the family. Don’t think you can fool me. I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” I certainly didn’t know what I was doing.

“Trying to turn me against Capo. Trying to get me in command. To call all the shots. To call your shots.”

My breath caught. “No. I didn’t know anything about your parents and Enzio until you told me. I was just trying to get to know you.”

“Perche you care? Perche you’re trying to be a good wife, and not because you’re fishing for stuff you can use to do your bidding?”

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck. I did think of ways to get Dom on my side, to do my bidding like he said, and I might have thought the idea of him in charge was going to help. But when he explained the risks, I dismissed it. A scheme that big and dirty was never my intention, and my target was never the Lanzas. “Dom, I—”

He squeezed my throat, silencing me. “Here you’ll know everything you need to know about me. The real me you once told me you wanted to see.”

Oh God. “Are you gonna hurt me?”

He licked me from the dip in my collarbone and up the length of my neck, like he was licking salt after a shot. “Yes.”

A gasp shook on my lips. “Because you hate me?”

“Just like you hate me. I’ll hurt you just like you hurt me.”

“Dom, I’m sorry.”

“Silenzio.” He placed his palms on either side of my face. “No more lies.”

I wasn’t lying. Part of me was sorry. I’d never hurt anyone in my life, and I’d never thought I could hurt someone like him. But he hurt me, too. He’d hurt me some more.

His eyes, full of lust, the kind condemned in religion, the one you went to hell for, suddenly, dipped to my lips, and he licked his. Then he devoured me in a kiss that was intense, passionate and violent all at once.

I was too scared to bite again, so I surrendered, in this one moment, in this one kiss, to the force of masculine sexual domination Domenica Lanza was. All plans, hate, revenge and fear aside, I couldn’t deny Dom was the only man that made me want to bend all my rules, forget all caution, drop all my guards and forsake all good to become one with his malice and sin.

Just for one moment, I did. Even though I knew for certain it’d be impossible to go back to who I was before that kiss. And fuck it felt so good I wanted to submit to his darkness and let this feeling last forever.

Except my forever and his were never meant to cross path. I had to make amends. To fix what I’d broken, what I’d failed to protect. Even if I could no longer save myself, I had to save my sister.

You gotta stop taking care of me and start living your own life.

“I can’t,” I murmured against his breathtaking lips.

He drew back, but he let his lips rest on mine still. “We shall see.” He ripped away from me and went to the dresser he got the cuffs from. His hand dove in one of the drawers as he spun. My whole body tingled with anticipation and fear as he was about to keep is dark promises of hurting me.

When he returned, he was holding a white and blue wand, the kind that came with a clit massager and some sort of stand for it. I blinked. Hard. “I…I thought you said you were gonna hurt me.”

He just knelt in front of me and looked up at my naked pussy, long enough to make me sweat, and then he centered the stand and wand right underneath me. After that, he dragged one of the Tally Ho chairs and placed it behind me.

“What are you gonna do with these?” This setting looked harmless, but I had a feeling he had something horrible in mind. I wanted to prepare for the worst, but I had no idea what the worst was, and that terrified me even more.

Ignoring me again, he walked to the shelves. He ran his fingers along the handles of a set of shiny knives, and my heart sank. Cold sweat covering my body, I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.

The sound of a blade slicing the air sent a shiver down my spine. When he sauntered back toward me, the blade shining in his hand like the hungry glow in his savage eyes, my head swam with vertigo.

“Do exactly as I say, and I promise in the end, you’re gonna thank me for it,” he said.

Thank him for cutting me, for torturing me? I swore in a hiss.

He uttered a warning sound and slapped my butt. “None of that, naughty girl. Time to learn how to be good for your Dom.”

The smack set my body alert after I was feeling as if I was going to pass out. I followed him with my stare until he settled behind me. Standing where I couldn’t see him intensified my fear. Even his breath that fell loud and hot on me felt like a threat.

He did that thing when he took a deep whiff at my skin like an animal sniffing at its mate…or prey. It seemed, to him, I was both. Then he spanked me. I wasn’t sure why, but the combination hardened my nipples to the point of pain.

He did it again. Whiff. Spank. Whiff. Spank. Until my ass burned…and my pussy dampened.

Abruptly, something sharp and cold pricked my chest. With a gasp, I looked down at the tip of the knife he was using on my body. “No. Please.”

“No begging.” He moved the knife down along the curves of my body without pricking my skin, and I froze. So cold, so afraid, so…fucking wet. What was this shit? Why was I aroused by fear? He stopped the blade at my thigh and moved it to my butt cheek. “Not now.”

My heart skipped a beat. He wanted me to beg later. He’d make me beg later when he’d do something more frightening to me. “Hey…shouldn’t we have like a safeword or something?”

A brutal laugh streamed out of his mouth. “I’m no Christian or Massimo, baby girl.” He cupped my ass and squeezed hard. “You’re not my submissive, you’re my captive, and I don’t want you to teach me how to be gentle for you. I’ll do to you anything I want, and you’ll have to take it. All of it.”

I moaned, now preparing for the worst. He was going to rape me. There was no doubt about it. He was going to take the only virginity I had left like he promised before. He was going to fuck me in the ass, and he was going to make it hurt even more with that knife. And I’d have to take it all because, as I stupidly insisted, I was his captive.

If I’d played the wife role and pretended to submit to his desires, would things have been different? Would he have treated me like a queen like he’d said? Would he have forgiven me and waited like he’d intended to the night we had our first kiss?

To numb my sickening dread, I told myself no. Dom was a monster after all. I could be lying to myself. There was no way of knowing for sure now. But that was what I chose to believe. To survive.

Dom’s fingers moved across my butt and parted me open. I clenched my buttocks reflexively. “No. No!”

He held me still and slid what felt to be his pinky into my hole. I clenched again, gasping wild.

“Don’t. If you relax, it won’t hurt,” he said.

“I can’t… I’ve never done this before. It feels…intrusive.”

“It’s just one little finger. You can take it.” He circled his finger around the rim, which shockingly felt good. “C’mon now. Don’t make me use my knife.”

Fuck. I did my best to stop clenching the muscles in my ass. The second I eased up a bit, the top of his finger slithered inside me. “So tight,” he groaned.

He repeated the circular moves, and I bit my lip, getting wetter by the second, my ass opening up for him. Then he inched deeper through my asshole. After a few times, he managed to slide what seemed to be a knuckle. “Brava. Now, be a good girl and ride that toy for me.”

My pussy throbbed at the thought. “You want me to ride the wand?”

He pressed the start button, and the vibration echoed in the room. “Yes.”

Excited and relieved I was going to fuck a vibrator, not him, with my pussy, not with my ass—that had the pinkie—I relaxed more. “It’s not lubed.”

His finger dipped in my wetness, and all my muscles contracted again, tightening around both his fingers. Now, my asshole hurt. Shit. “Unclench, little kitten.”

I breathed out and relaxed my muscles as much as I could. He removed the finger in my pussy and chuckled. “You don’t need any lube. Your cunt is drenched.”

Something hit the floor, and his breaths tickled my center. Then I heard his whiffs. He was smelling my pussy now. Was he going in for a taste, too? Depraved and full of shame, I moaned at the thought. “The next time you ask for lube, the only kind you’ll get is your blood.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. Now, ride your toy, you little troia.”

I contemplated telling him I wasn’t a fucking whore, but I kept my mouth shut. He had a knife and wasn’t afraid to use it. Getting lubed with my blood or worse wasn’t worth it. Besides, part of me I wasn’t aware of till this moment seemed to like being called a troia by Dom. Only Dom.

Glancing down at the wand, I realized now the point of the leeway the restraints gave. So I could move freely enough to bounce. I squatted, his finger still in my ass, and hit the cold surface of the wand. I centered myself to let it inside me, but there was no way I could do this without a hand. “Little help?”

His hand teased my lips before he opened me, and a fresh gush of arousal filled me. He gave the wand a little push, and my lips were wrapped around it, sucking it in. The vibration sent waves of instant pleasure inside me, the clit massager doing magic, and I moaned loud and hard.

“I love the sounds you make.” He fluttered his finger inside my ass. “Now bounce.”

I went up and down, the pleasure outweighing the humiliation and the fear. This wasn’t the worst case scenario. It was probably the best in a situation such as mine. A captive bound in a room of pain that belonged to a monster of a man. A punisher.

But just as I got used to the feeling of his finger up my ass—and quite enjoyed it—he got it out, and his shadow danced beneath me as he positioned himself on the chair he set behind me. “Are you close?”

Would he stop me from coming again so I’d beg for it? “I don’t think so. I’ve never ridden a wand before. I don’t know if it’s gonna do the trick.” That was a blatant lie. I was gonna come any second.

“If you come without permission, you’re gonna regret the second you lied to me.”

Shit. “I’m not used to this. I can’t control it.”

“Then get off it, troia. You don’t come until I command you to and only when I want you to.”

Wincing, I mourned the loss of the pleasurable sensation as I lifted myself up and off the vibrator. Frustration didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. This was the third time he interrupted my orgasm. Four, if I counted that one time I masturbated alone to him. “A man like you should give a girl multiple orgasms not blue ovaries.”

“If you’re a good girl who knows how to take my cock, I’ll let you come all you want. I’ll give you real orgasms, not the lame fantasies you indulge in with a machine.”

“Not everybody’s reality is a good thing. Sometimes fantasies are much better. Sometimes having them is the only way you can keep going.”

“I’ll change that for you, little kitten.” He massaged my ass and planted a kiss over each cheek. Then he parted my pussy. “Now, slowly, take the wand as deep as you can, and then go up with the same speed.”

Following his instructions, I moaned again, as slowly as I took the vibrator inside me. Then as I went up, he stirred behind me, probably sitting on the sex chair. “Do I go down again?” Please.

He didn’t answer right away. “Now, you can.”

I hesitated for a second. “Is my ass gonna hit that knife instead of your pinkie?”

His chuckle was reassuring. “Nothing is going in that pretty, little ass but me. It’s mine to take.”

“As in…now?”

He chuckled again. “Just ride your toy like I taught you, little kitten.”

With a gulp, my exposed ass in the air, I squatted. Suddenly, he held my hip, and something thick hit my asshole. “What is this?” I gasped.

“Exactly what you think it is.”

My jaw fell open. “I barely took your pinkie knuckle. How am I supposed to… You’re gonna impale me.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you ass. It’s too precious for me.”

“But—”

He locked his grip on me and pushed me down on the wand. I held my breath, preparing for the tearing pain. It didn’t came, though. He just settled the crown of his cock between my butt cheeks, knocking on my door but not entering.

Impatient when I didn’t move, he guided me up and then down again, and every time the wand vibrated deep inside of me while the tip of his cock hit the tight opening of my ass from outside, a strange sensation of taboo pleasure rippled through me.

I didn’t need further encouragement. I rode the wand and bent farther back to take as much pleasure as possible from the new exploration, welcoming the pressure tipping me toward the edge.

“You like that, little kitten?”

“Yes,” I gasped a moan, exactly like a little troia. My shameful blurt added to my arousal.

“Good girl.” He gave me a couple of spanks. “Tell me, whose ass is this?”

“Mine?”

Swat. “Wrong. It’s mine. Now, say it.”

I bit my lip, gasping and chortling. “Okay. Ask again.”

“Whose ass is this?”

I couldn’t believe I was going to say it, but I was in too much pleasure to think about my pride or dignity. “Yours, Dom.”

“Brava, little kitten.” A little groan escaped him. Did he like what he was doing to me, too? “I know you’re close. You’re soaking that toy, and your smell...is getting dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Making me want to lose control. That’s always dangerous.”

“O-okay.”

“I’m thinking about letting you come.”

I tried to find the right words to say. I’d say anything at this moment to finally fucking come. “Do I need to do something else to earn it?”

“A little cut.”

“What?”

“Just my initials on your skin,” he said, his voice so low and strained, as if that turned him on the most.

“You want to carve your initials on my skin…with the knife?”

“Yes.”

I shuddered. “Do I have a say in this?”

“Do you want a say in this?”

There’s a strange freedom in submission.

I wasn’t sure why Lina’s crazy words found their way into my head in moments such as these. What worried me, though, was that they made sense. Like right now, I didn’t want to be the one who decided to have a man’s initials carved on my body with a blade. Because sometimes it was hard to admit that we’d enjoy such dark and shameful things, like I was afraid I’d do now. It’d be much easier if he just did it, and I’d tell myself I didn’t have a say in it. “Not really.”

“Keep riding your toy.” The sharp blade pricked my skin, right on my left buttock. “Don’t come until I tell you.”

My eyes squeezed, and I pressed my lips together, anticipating the pain. I hissed as the blade moved in a D on my butt. Somehow the pain and the thrill of danger intensified the pleasure or maybe I was just too much of a slut so focused on the orgasm I was about to ride to care.

His tight groans and the swelling of his cock between my but cheeks added fuel to the fire burning through my body. “Cazzo, you look so fucking beautiful. God, Nicky, I want you. Every fucking piece of you.”

His thumb brushed against the fresh wound, must be smudging my blood on my skin. Then something wet burned me. “Did you just lick me?” I hissed.

“Yes.” He did it again, this time kissing, too. “Fuck yes.”

I suddenly had the urge to see my blood on his mouth just like he’d put his on mine, as if it were some sort of a sick bond we were to have. “Can…can I see it?”

“Not this time, little kitten. Now, you’ll come, riding a toy like the little troia you are, with my mark on your ass and cock inside it.”

I bounced, trembling, my pussy and ass rippling with sweet pleasure. I pictured how I must have looked like and wished I could have seen myself in the mirrors. I chased the elusive orgasm faster, but a part of me still wouldn’t let go despite my tangled need.

As if he felt me, he reached his fingers and pinched my nipple. The hand that was on my hip found my neck and choked me. “Come for me. Come for your Dom.”

My body shuddered at his command, as if it only responded to his dominance now. Throwing my head back, panting, gasping for air, I rode my orgasm hard.

My debauched screams mingled with his sexy as fuck groans seemed to have brought him to his own release as sticky, hot liquid poured into my ass.

“Thank you, Daddy.” The words flew out of my mouth, and I froze.

A deafening silence filled the sudden stiff air between us, neither of us moving or speaking or even breathing for what felt like forever.

Maybe he didn’t hear it. I hoped to God he hadn’t.

All my hopes were shattered immediately when he pulled his cock out and stood in front of me. “What did you just say?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!