Chapter 3 +18

CHAPTER 3 . SOPHIE “My world,” was the only response he gave me. “What?” I asked, confusion evident in my voice. He stared at me, licking his lips seductively. “Do you like what you see?” I wanted to tell him that I hated every bit of what I was seeing in this room. What were all these cuffs, whips, and other strange objects I had never encountered before? Expressing my feelings seemed pointless at this moment. He loosened his shorts, letting them drop to the floor and revealing his naked body. I quickly turned away, shielding my eyes from the sight. “Why?” I heard him say. “It’s all yours tonight. You can touch, eat, lick, or gawk on it if you want.” His voice was husky and convincing. “You're in my personal space,” he said, stepping closer. This jerk was stark naked, and I couldn't help but steal a glance. “Go away,” I said, covering my breasts with one arm, as if that would stop him. The hunger and lust in his eyes stirred something inside me—something I couldn't quite explain. “Do you like what you see?” Vincenzo smirked, having noticed my glance. “No!” I took a few steps backward, but he matched my movements almost immediately. “You’re lying; it’s written all over your face, Alessia.” My brows furrowed, but I didn’t question the name he used. “Kneel!” he commanded, but I stood there, uncertain about what he meant. He smiled. “I see you’ve never done anything like this before.” He approached the door, and my eyebrows shot up in disbelief. What was he thinking, going out naked? “ ONE!” he shouted. In the next moment, the door creaked open, and a woman who looked to be around my age walked in. She licked her lips as she strutted toward him, wearing the same negligee as I was. I couldn't help but wonder if that was what turned him on. I watched as she approached him. “Yes, Master?” she said. “Kneel!” he commanded, and she dropped to her knees, her face lighting up with excitement as she gazed at his erect cock. She seemed genuinely thrilled to be his obedient plaything. “Stand!” he ordered, and she sprang to her feet. “At your command, Master.” Vincenzo's lips curled into a deep smile as his gaze shifted to me. “I have a guest today, and I need her to learn. Learn as quickly as possible. Can you help with that?” The woman smirked, “At your command, Master!” He took a few steps closer to me. “Sit in that chair,” he pointed, and without hesitation, I complied, as if under some spell. “Now, make sure you watch attentively and learn every detail. If you miss even one move, I will have to punish you.” I shook my head, a cold chill running down my spine. “Yes, Master,” he corrected me. “That’s what you say to me when I give you instructions.” I nodded, stammering softly, “Yes, Master…” “Good!” he hummed, his face stretching into a wide grin as he returned to his plaything. With bold confidence, she reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around him while offering her lips for a kiss. He obliged, taking her mouth with a fierceness that left her breathless. I felt my arousal from where I sat. “Please punish me, Master,” she begged, her voice trembling. I stared in disbelief. Why was she begging to be punished? She slowly sank to her knees on the carpeted floor, shifting back to find a comfortable position that would give her the access she craved. He exhaled sharply. “You really want me to punish you, huh?” “Yes, Master…” she managed to say, her mouth already working its magic on him. He caressed her cheeks and commanded, “Lick it!” “Yes, Master…” she replied, her tongue fluttering across the underside, sending shivers of delight through him. His expressions said it all. As I watched them, disgust began to creep in. Why did she keep referring to him as "Master"? “Good!” I exclaimed, a mix of pleasure and agony lacing my voice. “Keep sucking it just like that—hard and deep!” She squirmed, clearly turned on by his pleasure. Moments later, he pulled out of her mouth. She rose, flashing me a smile. Settling onto the plush bed in the middle of the room, she gazed at me as she slowly removed her panties, letting them fall to the side in a seductive, dramatic manner. My eyes glazed over her as he approached, his gaze burning with intensity. He cracked the single-tail whip, the sound echoing through the room, and I gasped silently, wondering what he intended to do with it. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked at him. “Please, Master… punish me,” she begged. I stared in disbelief as the whip kissed her skin, leaving a trail of heat and a red mark. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I yelped as if I were the one being struck. He paused, his eyes shifting to me before continuing. He landed another hot stroke on her thighs, and she yelped this time, caught between pain and pleasure. “Thank you, Master,” her voice cracked. Vincenzo’s lips curved into a satisfying smirk as he whispered in a low, husky voice, “Spread those thighs. The first strokes are always the sweetest.” I watched as her eyes closed, the whip dancing across her skin once more, eliciting a gasp. A sharp, stabbing sensation pierced my own skin as I observed him whip the girl. “Thank you, Master,” she said, looking up at him with delight. Her breathing quickened, her body arching into the sensation. His strokes grew bolder and faster, the whip's cracks sharper, intensifying as his own arousal mounted. Her moans filled the air, her body trembling with each strike, her gaze fixed on him, burning with desire. Finally, he dropped the whip and pulled her closer, his hands tracing over her naked skin. “Master, I—” she began, but he silenced her. “Shhh.” He traced his thumb delicately over her bottom lip. “I set the rules here.” “You do, Master. I'm sorry,” she whispered. He walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a small, rounded object with a jiggling chain attached. He swung it in the air, and I recognized it as a Kegel ball—I had used one years ago for decorations for Leo's Valentine gift. As he approached her with it, I wondered what purpose it would serve. His lips curled into a deep smile as the device dangled in his hand. I couldn't help but be curious about his plans. Leaning down slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, he asked, “You want the punishment, right?” “Yes, Master. Punish me, please,” she pleaded, and I questioned if she was under some kind of spell. He crouched down and inserted the Kegel ball into her. She pulled at her restraints, beginning to groan loudly in response to his carnal assault, and I instinctively looked away. There was a pause, and suddenly she stopped moaning. At that moment, I felt a hand grab my chin. “Watch! Don't you dare look away!” he snarled as he returned to his plaything. The next moment, he sharply trussed her up in soft leather cuffs, each elbow bound to each knee, while my head bobbed down, weaving between her legs. I winced, displaying a visible expression of pain when it wasn't even me being chained up that way. He crouched low, and his masterful tongue positioned the ball just right in the middle of her clitoris, and I gulped. She cried out in pleasure as he stood up and walked to the corner of the room. He retrieved the spreader bar, and my eyes widened in disbelief. What was he using that for? Last time I checked, it was used only during yoga exercises. It looked like he wanted her to keep her legs apart. Taking each of her legs, he secured them to the spreader bar, and my hands flew to my mouth to stifle a shout. She was suffering and could barely turn or have control over her body. She instinctively wanted to straighten her legs as my tongue began to swirl and curl around her sensitive center, but she couldn't. She straightened her legs again, letting out sharp moans, but her struggle was in vain, and I just sat there, my whole body tensing up in fear. I shivered involuntarily as I watched her struggle. "Don't cum until I say so," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "Y-Yes, M-M-Master," she stammered. Suddenly, my instincts kicked in. I jerked up from the chair I was sitting in and lunged for him. Once he heard my racing footsteps, he stood up just in time, and I swung my hand, landing a slap across his cheek. "You narcissist! Stop this! Just stop!" I shouted, tears pricking at my eyes. "Don't you see that she is in pain?"