Page 32 of Taboo Flames

“Yes, yes.” I buck against my restraints, feeling wetness coat my inner thighs.

He reaches across the bed for something, and when he straightens up, I see a piece of dark cloth in his hand.

“I want you completely helpless under me, princess,” he says just before he covers my eye with the makeshift blindfold.

My breaths come out faster at my sudden lack of sight. I realize he can do whatever he wants with me right now, and the thought should make me terrified, but instead, I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.

I shouldn’t trust Giovanni at all. I barely know him, and he has made it very clear to me that he’s not the kind of man I’m supposed to fantasize and have sweet thoughts about. He’s the kind that shows up in your nightmares and gives you a taste of destruction.

And yet, here I am, in his bed and spread wide open for him.

With my vision gone, my ears are able to pick up sounds better, and I can hear the sound of a tube being capped.

I’m about to ask what he’s doing when I feel something blunt against my pussy. I shiver in anticipation, but as it breaches my entrance, I freeze.

“Wh—what?—”

He pushes the object deep inside me, and I cry out at the feeling of being full.

“Oh God,” I moan. “Fuck me.”

His hand comes down hard against my pussy, and I feel the biting sting. “You don’t get to give orders here, you dirty slut.”

I just moan in reply.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you because this body belongs to me,” he says, enunciating his words by biting down on one nipple. “Now, princess,” he continues, “you’re going to fuck yourself on the head of my dagger because we both know your greedy pussy will do anything to cum.”

His demeaning words get me even more ramped up, and I begin to bounce against the object buried inside me. It’s not as big or as hot as Gio’s cock, and I can feel the difference, but I still put on a show for him.

Tears of frustration stream from my eyes as my orgasm eludes me.

“Please, Gio. I want your cock,” I beg.

“Where do you want it?” he asks. “In your mouth?”

“No,” I reply, shaking my head from side to side.

“Here?” He circles a finger around my back hole, and I tense. I’ve never thought about anal, but I’m suddenly considering it.

Gio laughs darkly. “You’re such a delight, princess. Who would have thought?”

“I want you in my pussy!” I whine loudly.

“In your tight little cunt?” he asks mockingly. “But you’re taking my dagger so well.”

“Gio! Stop playing games.”

Immediately, I feel the change in the atmosphere of the room as Gio’s mood changes, and something dark, dangerous, and oppressive fills the room.

The wooden head of the dagger is ripped out of me, and I’m suddenly flipped face down onto the mattress with my knees on either side of me, my ass arched in the air.

A second later, there’s a loud thwack, and pain explodes on my backside. It’s different from the spanking I received on the hood of his car because this time around, Giovanni isn’t playing. He isn’t even using his hand.

“I told you, princess, you’re not the one giving the orders here,” he bites out.

He brings the object down on my ass again, and I scream in pain, trying to shift away, but his palm comes down on my back, holding me tightly in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls.

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