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?"