The Man in Black slowed down, becoming almost lazy in his movements. He clutched my wrists and lifted my arms, towering over me on his knees and observing my breasts—satisfied and triumphant.
“Come on my belly. I want to see it,” I breathed, exhausted.
Massimo smiled and tightened his grip on my wrists.
“No,” he replied, and picked up the pace, pushing wildly again.
A while later, I felt him spilling inside me with a warm wave. I froze. He knew I wasn’t using birth control. He didn’t stop coming for a long time, fighting me as I thrashed wildly to escape his sweet seed. When he was finished, he collapsed onto me, sweaty and burning.
I frantically tried to gather my thoughts. I wanted to wrest myself from under him, but his weight didn’t let me move.
“Massimo, what the hell are you doing?” I asked, furious. “You know I don’t use pills!”
He laughed and propped his head on his hands, staring at me as I jerked and fought.
“You’re right—you can’t trust those pills. But you have a contraceptive implant. See?”
Saying that, he touched the inside of my left bicep. There was a short tube barely visible under my skin. He let me go, and I realized he wasn’t joking.
“When you were asleep that first night, I ordered it implanted. I didn’t want to risk anything. It’ll work for three years, but you can remove it after the first,” he explained with a smile.
That was the first time I saw him smile like that. It didn’t change the fact that I was livid. Satisfied but livid, nonetheless.
“Will you get off me?” I asked, looking at him dispassionately.
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to do it for a while yet. It would be hard to fuck you from a distance,” Massimo retorted, biting my lip. “When I saw your face for the first time, I didn’t desire you. I was terrified by that vision. But with time, when your portraits were all around my house, I began to notice the details of your soul. You and I are so alike, Laura,” he said, kissing me softly.
I kept still, looking into his eyes and feeling the anger leave me. I adored it when he was open with me—it didn’t come easy to him, and I appreciated the effort.
His hips started to gently move, and I felt him getting harder inside me again. He kept kissing my face and talking.
“That first night, I watched you until the sun came up. I could feel your scent, the heat of your body. You were alive. Real. And you were right there, next to me. I couldn’t believe it. I had this irrational fear that I when I came back, you wouldn’t be there anymore.”
His voice grew sad and apologetic, as if he wanted me to know that keeping me here against my will didn’t bring him any joy. But the truth was that if not for the fear, I would have slipped away at the first opportunity. His hips picked up their pace, and his arms wound around me, tightening, and I could feel his skin burning up, beading with sweat.
I didn’t want to listen anymore—it made me remember that all of what was happening was not what I had wanted. I couldn’t help but think just how cruel, brutal, and ruthless the Man in Black could be. Not that he had ever been like that to me, but I had seen what he was capable of.
Those thoughts made my head flood with anger again. His moving body was getting on my nerves, causing the fury in me to rise.
Massimo pulled back for a second and looked me in the eyes. What he saw made him freeze.
“What’s happening, Laura?” he asked, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.
“You don’t want to know. Now get off me already!” I jerked, trying to escape his clutch, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were cold again—the don had returned—and fighting him made no sense at all.
“I want to be on top,” I said through clenched teeth, grabbing his buttocks.
The Man in Black watched my face for a while longer, finally wrapping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me. He reclined, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago.
“I’m all yours,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I don’t know what made you so angry, but if you need some control over me to calm down, here you go,” he added, opening one eye. “The gun is in the drawer on the left. The safety’s off.”
Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard cock. What he had said amused me, but at the same time I grew disoriented. I was still angry, too. I clamped my right hand over his cheeks like a vise and squeezed hard. His eyes stayed closed, but he started to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lifted myself and slid right back down, letting him slide deeper inside. I wanted him to know what I felt. I needed to punish him for everything. Hurt him. And I only knew one way to do that.
I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door. His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky cum, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on the Man in Black. His prick started to throb.
“You’re sweet,” I said, licking my lips. “Want to try?”
“I’m not a fan of my own taste, so I’m going to have to pass,” he replied, disgusted.
“Sit up,” I ordered, sitting astride him.
Calmly, Massimo did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.
I chose to ignore his question and tied his hands so hard he hissed with pain.
Then I pushed him to the bed and reached out to the drawer on the left, pulling out the gun. The Man in Black didn’t even flinch. He pinned me with a stare that said: I know you wouldn’t dare. He was right, of course. I wasn’t brave enough to do it, but I also didn’t want it. I rummaged through the drawer again but didn’t find what I was looking for. I reached for another one and… bingo! I pulled out a sleeping mask.
“Now we’re going to have some fun, don Massimo,” I purred, putting the mask over his eyes. “Before I begin, remember—if you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Do it so that I believe you. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.”
He knew I was mocking him, and it elicited a smile on his face. He reclined his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.
“You’ve kidnapped me, kept me against my will, and threatened my family,” I said, clamping my hand on his cheeks again. “You’ve taken from me everything I had. And even though I find you irresistible, I still hate you, Massimo. I want you to know how it feels to be made to do things you don’t want to do.”
I pulled my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerked to the side, and I heard him swallowing loudly.
“Again,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
What I did and the reaction I got were working me up. I grabbed his chin.
“I decide when I do that,” I replied. Then I slid up, my wet clit hovering above his head. “Suck it,” I said, brushing it against his lips.
I knew he wouldn’t be happy about having to taste himself, but that was the only reason I decided to do this in the first place. When he didn’t react, I lowered my moist pussy to his mouth, making him feel the taste that so disgusted him. He had no choice. A couple of seconds passed, and I felt his tongue caressing me inside. He lifted his chin and moved toward my clit. I moaned and propped my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He was too good at this. It only took him a while to take me to the brink of orgasm. I lifted myself on my knees and glanced down—he was licking me off his lips, purring quietly. That part of the punishment was clearly to his liking. I slid down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his saliva. His cock was hard, thick, and fit my pussy perfectly. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his back, and sat him up. I could feel him helping me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pulled us closer to the padding on the wall and leaned his back over it. I loved this position—it gave me absolute control over my partner, at the same time allowing for a very deep penetration. I grabbed Massimo by the hair and slowly started to rub my clit against his belly. His penis gently rose inside me, and I pushed against it faster and harder. I fucked him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Massimo was breathing heavily. I could feel him edging closer to the end. I slapped him once more.