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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. Thepain 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.”

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