Chapter 16

"Where's the laughter now?" He says as my heart pounded and my chest was rising and falling as our breaths continued mingling.

Giovanni's eyes are dark and no longer playful. I know that look because I've seen it from myself. My mouth opens, but before I could speak, he places his hand over my mouth and locks my body underneath him as he closes his legs. I realize my hands are free and so I push at his chest. Giovanni doesn't budge, it's like pushing at a brick wall.

Silence fills the room other than my slaps to his chest and his thighs squeeze my hips harder and I cry out. I prepare to punch him and he catches my fist, which causes him to free my mouth. I go to raise my other fist and now he has them both, along with my legs. Giovanni is in complete control.

"This is how you treat your guests?" I spew at him, but he doesn't say a word.

Giovanni reaches behind his back while holding my wrists in his hand and places padded cuffs around them. I analyze the chain between the cuffs and notice I could choke him with this chain. I look up at him with fury in my eyes as he leans down and takes my mouth into his.

Startled by this reaction, I uncontrollably moan into his mouth as he devours me. Giovanni places my arms above my head and more kisses and touches to my skin. I'm seconds from forgetting what he's just done when he lets out a throaty chuckle breaking our kiss. I hear a noise as I feel myself moving at a steady pace; I'm no longer under Giovanni. I look up and see I've latched on the hook and I'm now ascending.

"What are you doing?"

"You're not afraid and I'm no one to fear," He says in a condescending tone.

I'm completely suspended in the air and he's at my feet on his knees with a hard cock pressing up against his pants. I scan the room from the ceiling down to the floor underneath me and I see nothing to help me. Giovanni threw the remote that controls the hanging device that has trapped me. I steady my breathing as he lifts off of his knees and comes closer. I decide if he comes close enough, I'll throw my legs around his neck and use his shoulders to lift off of the hook.

"Non sembri spaventato."

He says I don't look afraid in his Italian accent, but I don't speak, I just want him closer.

"Mi fai domandare cosa e chi sei."

I make him wonder what and who I am.

He gets closer, but still not close enough. Giovanni continues speaking Italian to keep me from understanding, but somehow, I feel he knows I do.

I feel panic seeping in as I think back to his previous conversation with the man on the phone and Sofia. He knows in some way I'm not who I say I am and maybe that's why Santiago is dead? My mind is racing and each agonizing second, I realize he can kill me.

Giovanni is behind me and I look up at him through the mirror and even I can see the fear on my face. He begins stroking body and I squirm.

"Do you not want me to touch you anymore?"

"No. I just want to get down."

"Why? We've only just begun our game," He says before placing a bite to my ass and I yelp.

I feel like the insect in a web, waiting for the spider to strike and kill them in their helpless state. I'm caught in a web by none other than Giovanni himself. Fear pricks at my flesh and I close my eyes to calm myself. This is my mission and I cannot fail. When I open my eyes, I see that Giovanni has a thick red and black riding crop in his hand. We both look at the whip, but he's the only one amused.

"This is my favorite room in the house. Would you like to know why, Gatita?" He says in a tone I know I shouldn't question, but I do.

"Because you're a sick fuck?"

Whack.

Hit one lands on the back of my thigh.

Whack.

Hit two lands on my right ass cheek.

Whack.

Hit three lands on my left ass cheek.

Whack.

Hit four lands in the middle of my back.

In between each hit, I scream out in pain, but he doesn't let up. When he's done, he kisses each spot that the whip has touched on my body. Tears well in my eyes, but I don't dare let them fall.

"This room is where I can do whatever I want," He says while walking toward my front. "I can be as mean or as gentle as you want."

"I don't want this at all."

Whack.

Hit one lands right on my left breast.

Whack.

Hit two, my right breast.

Whack.

Hit three, my stomach.

I cry out, but I remain strong because the kisses are coming and I need to be able to make my move. Giovanni begins walking closer and through my teary vision, I attack. I grab him with my legs and quickly try to lift myself up, but I lift and nothing. I tighten my hold and lift with everything I have and still nothing. But I buckle when I feel a heated swipe to my labia.

Giovanni drops the whip and puts his hands up to hold my thighs, positioning my pussy right at his mouth. I first look through the mirror and then I find his eyes. He gives me another long swipe of his tongue and I tremble. I pull at the chain and another swipe. And another and another. Giovanni's tongue is now my focus.

I try to resist the pleasure, but I can't. I relax slightly and that allows him to open me up more, giving his tongue more access. I bite at my arm so that I don't moan or make a noise, but that becomes painful. Giovanni's mouth and tongue are all that I feel; the fear is gone and replaced with pleasure.

He pulls back farther and stretches my back, pulling my mouth away from my arm. No longer able to hold it in, I moan and that earns me a clit suck. Agony is replaced with ecstasy as he continues to treat my pussy like an exotic fruit. I moan when he yanks at my hips to allow his tongue to fuck my tight opening. Giovanni is a sight with my legs propped on his shoulders and my pussy at his unforgiving mouth.

"Please," I say the word, but I have no idea what I'm begging for. Am I begging to be free or am I begging to come? I don't know, but it's the only word I can mutter.

"Please," I repeat this over and over, but he doesn't stop.

Giovanni continues his beautiful assault and I'm unraveling with each stroke of his tongue. I'm on the cusp of an orgasm when he finally speaks.

"Tell me you want me to make you come," He says while placing a kiss to my clitoris. "Tell me you will take the pleasure with the pain."

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I will take it all!" I say and when he bites down, I shatter.

Giovanni's tongue dives deep and I see stars. I hear only my screams and the chains that are clanking above me; I'd forgotten all about them. He lets my legs go and I swing from the sudden change. He steps closer and I'm stopped by his chest and his arm's grip.

"Clean me up," He says and I taste my own sweet juices on his tongue, mouth, and face.

Once I clean him, my strength is gone. Giovanni laughs as he reaches up and with one hand wrapped firmly around my waist, he uncuffs me. My arms fall right around his neck and he lifts me up bridal style. All that was missing was the threshold, II thought.

Giovanni walks past the couch, through the door and opens another door. We make it through the threshold of the room and I'm greeted by literally 50 Shades of Grey. The room is tranquil with a huge California king bed and an array of pillows. The moonlight is peeking in through the windows and landing perfectly on the bed. Neither of us speaks and I assume this is uncharted territory for us both.

"This is my room. That's my bed and you're going to share it with me."

I don't say anything, I just nod my head as he places me in bed, under the covers. He removes his pants and I see that his cock is hard, but he doesn't pay any attention to it as he climbs in. I don't think I can come again even if I tried. I think of keeping my distance while in bed, but I want contact. I'm losing my mind. This man has just proved to me why he's dangerous, but yet I want to snuggle? Oh yeah, my coño and my brain need to have a come-to-Jesus meeting, ASAP.

Giovanni pulls me into him and I let out a sigh as his cock brushes my bruised ass. I shudder as he caresses my ass and moves my hair away from my neck before kissing my collar.

"Gatita, you're so beautiful when you're suspended and afraid," He whispers in my ear.

I don't know why, but this approval means more to me than it should. Instead of speaking, I grind my ass against his hard length and he lifts my leg, positioning himself at my opening.

"I'm going to pump you so full of my cock, that you're going to want to sleep like this forever."

Another Giovanni promise and I relish in it.