Chapter 25

Giovanni walks in the room and even the air is full of his dominance and authority. His eyes are dark, jaw clenched and his presence is looming over me like a dark cloud.

Stoically, I stare at him as he walks over to me like a lion hunting his prey. He's wearing black suit pants and a navy blue collared dress shirt. The collar of his shirt is open and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos. I swallow hard as he stops in front of me with his hands behind his back and my eyes trail from his feet all the way up to his eyes. I have a feeling that he can practically smell my fear.

"Stand." He says harshly and as I stand, I hear the chain clink. "How was your day?"

I stood staring at him and I never spoke, never moved, and never blinked. Just stared at him. What the fuck kind of question was that? How was my fucking day? Fuck you, Giovanni.

Giovanni narrows his eyes. "Gatita," He hisses my name and I say nothing again. "When I address you directly, you will answer me. We will call this lesson number one." This time his tone was chilling and full of threat.

"You know how my day was." I spewed. "I was here, locked away while Antonio roamed free."

"He's no longer your concern and in this room, you leave all of that behind. Your only concern is pleasing me." He coos and I step away.

"My main job is to please you? I don't even care to be near you, Giovanni."

I spoke my last word and his hand was quickly around my collar. The leather of the collar and the pressure of his hand collided against my neck and I felt my feet lift off the ground as he put us at eye level.

"We can do this my way or yours, but either way I'll get what I want; your obedience."

I struggled against his grip, trying to relieve the pressure, but it's no use because in a few seconds I'll be seeing stars and not the good kind.

"Please." I barely make the word out before he releases me and I drop on all fours as I catch my breath.

"This is your place until I tell you otherwise."

Hatred oozes out of me and I want so much to hurt him.

"I know you hate me, but it will make breaking you all the more satisfying."

He walks behind me and unhooks me from the chain, but I'm too weak to run and I wouldn't be able to handle him if he decides to hurt me further.

"Lesson number one," He says stooping down so we are eye to eye. "You speak when you are spoken to and your responses should be 'yes, Master', 'more, Master', and 'can I come, Master'." I flinch as he runs his hand over my braid and then jerks it causing our noses to touch. "When I come in I want you kneeling, ass up, head down and arms stretched out in front of you. Now, show me."

"No."

"No?" Giovanni is no longer kneeling, he's standing.

"You heard me."

Before I could even think of speaking or moving, he snatches me up and throws me on the bed face first. With the palm of his hand pressed firmly in the middle of my back causing me to arch, I'm greeted with a harsh whack to my ass. I cry as he connects the object with my ass once again.

"Please stop!" I cry out and he connects the object harder with my ass this time.

Giovanni grabs me by pulling me up by my collar and turns me to face him. My tears are streaming while his eyes are dark and boring into me.

"You have one last chance. Kneel."

"No." I said through the pain and tears.

"Ok, we will do this your way."

Giovanni grabs me and lifts me over his shoulder like he's done before and I punch his back and kick my legs.

"I'll lock you up with Antonio and his brothers for the night and they can fuck you six ways from Sunday."

Instantly, I stop fighting. I nearly vomit at the thought of Antonio or his family touching me.

"No! I'll do it." I say, but he still proceeds to the door. "Giovanni, please! I'll do it."

"I think I'll enjoy watching him finally get a chance with you."

"Master, please." Giovanni stops mid stride.

Giovanni turns around and places me on my feet and stares at me waiting for my next move. I take in a breath and slowly lower myself down to my knees and fulfill his wish by getting into the position that will be my greeting to him. The room is silent other than my heart beating uncontrollably. Then I hear his footsteps around me and feel his eyes on my ass. That's when I hear the familiar clink. Tears stream as I'm ass up, leashed and collard like an animal.

"Mmm, good girl. Now was that so hard? When I say down, this is what I mean until you work your way up to face me. Remember this position because this is the one you will be in the most, especially if you continue to defy me. You stay in this position until I tell you otherwise."

Whack.

I instantly cry out in pain. This hit is harder than the others because I've made him angry. Moments of silence and then he speaks.

"Gatita, look at me." He orders and my eyes slowly locate him where he's sitting. Legs wide open, his expression is relaxed and composed while I, on the other hand, look like death. All the primping and preparing and I'm a mess. "Come." He says and as I proceed to stand, he stops me. "Crawl to me."

I stare at him, burning a hole between his eyes and wishing I had my pistol. He is in every sense of the word, an asshole.

"Now." He hisses.

Like the animal he wants me to be, I crawl on all fours, back towards the area of the room with the plush rug and the bed. Next to his chair is a table and again I'm reminded that I need food. Food is fuel and I need enough fuel to get out of here.

Once I reach him, I stare up while still on my hands and knees. He sends me a satisfied smile then leans forward and places a finger under my chin, forcing our eyes to connect.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he coos and I don't dare answer that rhetorical question. "I know it's hard, Gatita. Giving up control isn't easy, but you have to understand one thing," he says, pausing to make sure I understood how important his next words were. "Listen carefully because I will only say this once. You belong to me. I tell you what to do and you say,"

"Yes, Master." I grit out.

"You will please me. There's no thought behind it. No hesitation. End of story."

I just continue staring back at him. I don't speak and don't blink, I just stare. Giovanni removes his fingers from my chin and I miss the warmth they provided. I immediately feel disgusted with myself for wanting his touch. Giovanni sits back and there I sit, between his legs like the obedient pet I am. I sit and wait for instructions as he begins to write a quick message.

Then as I let out a breath, a knock comes to the door and a young woman enters with a tray and the aroma makes my mouth salivate. She doesn't make eye contact with me and I wonder for a moment if she also belongs to him. Did he do the same things to her as he does to me? That familiar pain of jealousy hits me and I tear my eyes from them both and look down at the ground.

"We will have dinner together every night as long as you behave." He says, coaxing me with his soft strokes to my hair to look up at him. "I know you don't think you'll miss my presence, but I assure you that one night without me will hurt more than any punishment you can think of." He glares at me to see if I will speak, but I don't, I just want to eat. "Sit up on your knees with your hands in your lap."

I adjust myself and he's pleased I don't fight him on this. I watch him as he uncovers the dome off of the silver tray and I see the meal. A large plate of chicken parmesan, two glasses of wine, and for dessert tiramisu. My stomach growls and he shoots me a raised brow.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

Giovanni leans in, untying the bow that hides my breasts from him, making it fall to my side. Then he takes both of my breasts into his hands, causing blissful, yet rough pleasure to my nipples. My breathing becomes more erratic and without realizing, I arch my back to receive more. Although I don't want him to touch me, my body behaves involuntarily.

"You're mine." He says with his breathing matching mine. "Do you like when I touch you?"

When I don't answer, he squeezes my nipples and I cry out. "Yes, Master." Giovanni stops immediately and I sit, trying to catch my breath.

"You need to eat."

I agree with him for once, but who doesn't enjoy a good meal and a great fuck? Giovanni takes a sip of wine and then places the glass to my mouth and I open. The wine is perfectly chilled and the sweet grapes are hitting my taste buds just right. And that's when I realize I'm not going to touch the food or utensils.

Giovanni is going to feed me. This all feels intimate and personal. Each bite I take, he feeds me another and then a sip of wine. Wine falls from my lips and hits my breast, but his mouth quickly licks it away. Heated licks to my nipple and then a slow lick to the side of my mouth causing me to buckle. I watch the bulge in his pants as he adjusts himself and I want so much for him to just fuck me hard and deep.

Giovanni stands and walks over to the opposite wall of the room and presses the wall with force. I watch as the wall opens up and I see a room full of torture devices. My breath hitches and I begin to crawl back towards the bed. I know this is not good for me either way and I mentally prepared myself to fight him.

"Did I tell you to move?"

"Giovanni, I-"

"Come now."

The room vibrates from his deep voice and I can feel my fear growing. I don't move, so he marches toward me and snatches me up to my feet, throwing me against the wall. I knew he was going to grab my hair and when he did, I spit in his face. I saw the devil smile back at me and wished to god I could have taken it back.

"You don't want me to touch you?" he asks while wiping my saliva off with a handkerchief from his shirt pocket.

"No!"

I speak the words, but I don't mean them. As much as I want to, I can't and I know he can tell. Now, Giovanni's thigh is placed directly in between my thighs creating friction.

"It sure looks like you want me to touch you. You're saying no, but your body is saying yes. Your cheeks are flushed, your nipples are fully constricted and I know without a doubt, your pussy is dripping wet." He says, speaking low into the crook of my neck. "But you don't want my touch?"

"No, I don't."

I'm practically salivating as I breathe in his husky scent. His hand slips out of my hair and he places a rough caress to my arm and then he leads my hand to his granite cock.

"Do you feel that, Gatita?" he says, still in the crook of my neck. "That is for you."

I don't speak, I just bite my lip and try to control my breathing, but I'm doing a shitty job. Each breath causes my breasts to brush against the fabric of his shirt. I nearly jolt up the wall when his fingers slip into my folds just inches from gracing my pleasure hole. I stare at him, begging him not to, but that only makes him do the exact opposite. Two fingers slide in me with ease as I'm soaking wet.

"And this is for me." He says as he takes my mouth into a deep, unforgiving kiss while his thumb begins to simultaneously rub my swollen clit. "Tell me to stop." He says as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

"Stop." I speak it so low I can barely hear it.

I began to moan uncontrollably. A chant begins low and then as I get closer. "No! No! No!" I say as I'm getting closer. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"

And just before I'm about to explode, Giovanni removes his fingers and I nearly burst into tears.