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“Look at you,” he whispered, his tone full of dark pride. “You’re stunning like this… so strong. Taking everything that I give you, wearing my marks so perfectly.”

The belt struck again, a fierce blow that left me gasping, tears streaming down my face. My body felt like it was on fire, every inch of my skin alive with sensation, every nerve tingling, and yet I still wanted more.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Let those pretty tears fall,bella. Let them show me how much you need it.”

I sobbed, my voice breaking with every breath, the tears flowing freely now. I could feel the pain, sharp and searing, but it was mingled with something deeper, something sweeter, a raw, aching pleasure that made my body tremble.

“Sir,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.

“You’re so strong, Sofia. My beautiful, strong girl,” he murmured, his hand moving to stroke my hair, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to the sting of the belt.

His words cut through the haze of pain, sending a fresh wave of tears down my cheeks. I felt myself letting go, my body sinking deeper into the bed, into the feeling of him, into the moment.

“Just a little more,” he whispered, the belt landing again, another hard strike that made me cry out, my body convulsing with the impact. “Show me,bella… show me how much you can take.”

The final blows were fierce, and I screamed, my voice raw, my tears blurring my vision, my body trembling uncontrollably. But I didn’t move away, didn’t try to escape.

I took my belting like a good girl.

Finally, he stopped, his hand releasing the leather strap, and I heard it drop to the floor with a soft thud. His hands were onme instantly, turning me over, his touch soothing as he gathered me into his arms. I collapsed against him, my body shaking, my tears soaking into his chest.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with tenderness. “It’s okay,bella… it’s over now. You were perfect. You were so perfect for me.”

His hands stroked my hair, my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple. “I’m so proud of you, Sofia,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I sobbed against him, my body trembling, but his praise wrapped around me like a warm blanket, calming me, soothing me. I clung to him, feeling the intensity of the moment fade, replaced by a deep, overwhelming sense of belonging.

“You did so well,bella,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I nodded, my breath hitching, my tears slowly subsiding as I felt his arms tighten around me, holding me close. I felt safe, cherished, and wanted in a way I had never experienced before.

Then his hand dipped between my thighs, and he growled, the sound rolling through me like melted butter.

“Fuck,bambina.You’re soaking wet for me. It’s a shame that I need to fuck that tight little bottom instead of this needy little pussy.”

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Please what, my naughty Sofia?”

“Please punish my asshole with your cock,” I said, shameful arousal reeling through me as soon as the words left my mouth.

Oh, fuck. This was actually happening.

“Gladly, bad girl,” he snarled, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.

What had I just asked for?

CHAPTER 20

Sofia

My entire body was on fire. I don’t know what had come over me, but it was too late. I had begged Massimo to take my ass, and now there was no going back. I knew that there was no chance that he was going to be gentle with me. I had asked for it, and that meant he would fuck me hard.

His fingers dug into my waist, his grip like steel as he flipped me over onto my belly, and I gasped.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, naughty girl. Let me see the tight little hole I’m about to bury myself into,” he growled.

I obeyed, my hands trembling as I reached back and pulled apart my ass, exposing the tight ring of muscle that was about to be invaded.

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