10- There's No Escaping!

Isabella

Mmm, I moan suddenly feeling warm, a warm calming sensation against my cheek as if trying to wake me up from my slumber. Sighing I all but lean into the touch, another soft moan rising as I attempt to cuddle closer.

Only then, can a light chuckle can be heard, causing me to snap open my eyes as I move to blink at them, now fully awake only to register a face. A face perfectly sculpted with a demonic soul of none other than Grant, Grant Alexander Gray Romano. Accessing his features I can’t help but notice that he’s wearing a blue long sleeve dress shirt, the top two buttons undone. Navy blue dress pants set to match his shirt as he all but lays down next to me, leaning against his hand as he props his head slightly.

“Good morning Principessa (Princess). Sleep well?”

At the tone of his voice I blink. Blinking again, I realize I’ve yet to speak, my breath hitching as tears begin to rise as my heart begins racing.

“Shh, It’s okay. It’s okay Principessa (Princess)” coos Grant as he gently cups my face with his hand. His thumb gently caresses my cheek as I feel the soft cool metal of jewelry.

“That's it, Good girl, Nice and slow.” Acknowledging the praise, I slowly try to get my emotions under control. My belly tightening as my core throbs with need. What the fuck. I shouldn’t be reacting this way. I should be hating him. All of them.

“W-Why?” I choke. My voice hoarse from all the crying I had been doing.

Smiling, he moves to tilt my face until I'm all but looking at him. Leaning in close our lips all but touch. My eyes moving to gaze at his rosy pink lips, as I move to bite my own, fighting to control the urge to kiss him.

Leaning further in I all but shiver at the thought only for him to shift gears and place his lips upon my forehead, savoring the moment as he did.

Releasing my face he all but moves to reach for a bottle of water that had been sitting on a table next to him. Where once he has it, does he open the cap, moving to support my head before placing the bottle to my lips, the cool liquid rushing past them as it did.

Once empty of all its liquid does he move to flash me his dazzling smile. Starring, I wait for his answer to my previous question. Calmly, he takes a breath before speaking. “You already know why. You're our fiancee. Which means you belong to us. Ours to love. Ours to cherish. We brought you to our home, your new home” he all but whispers, his eyes telling me he was serious.

Gaping, I stare at him speechlessly. My mouth opening and closing like a fish. My mind still trying to wrap itself around the meaning. And once I do, I all but become angry.

“HOME?” I yell. “I have a home! This is NOT my home. Whatever your little deal that you made with my father, I want no part of. Release me! Release me NOW!” I scream all the while pulling at my restraints.

“Your. So. Cute. When. Angry” chuckles Grant, tapping my nose each time. Ugh! The nerve of him. Glaring as best I could I try to show him I meant business only for him to chuckle more.

“How about this, I’ll release your cuffs if you promise to be a good Piccola Ragazza (Little Girl). Breakfast is ready, and you must be hungry, Agapi (Love).” He says just as my stomach growls, interrupting anything I might have wanted to say.

“So… Is that a deal?” asks Grant with a chuckle.

Pausing, I knew I had to play along. Closing my eyes in defeat I answer softly. “Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?” he pushes. Seriously?

Fine. Dammit. Two can play this game.

“Yes… Pateroulis (Daddy)” I reply, causing him to blink at my reply before smiling.

“Brava Ragazza (Good Girl). Now then, I’ll start by releasing your restraints. But under no such circumstances will you attempt to run from me. Once free I will then grab you clothes where I will then dress you. Do not fight me or else a punishment will be given. You will then walk with me towards the dining room and you’ll not give me lip. Do you understand?” He asks, his aura dominant, making me feel compelled to submit to his demand.

“Y-Yes Pateroulis (Daddy)” I squeak.

Nodding in approval, he moves to reach across my body and to where the other nightstand stood. Holding my breath the weight of his body touches mine, his hand moving to grab a key of some sort. Are you fucking kidding! A key! So even if I did somehow manage to move my arms I wouldn’t have been able to remove the cuffs without the key? Fucking great.

Starting with the wrists, he moves to undo the restraints. Where once free I move to rub them, trying to regain circulation as he moves to climb off the bed, moving towards the foot of the bed before lifting up the sheets to where my ankles laid, releasing those as well. Slowly, once free do I move to sit up, holding the sheets against my almost naked body.

Grant all but returning to sit right back on the bed. His weight making the bed dip, his tall muscular body now towering over mine. The amber lighting coming from the room all but framing his features nicely. Grabbing my wrists he all but forcefully brings them to my side. A smirk gracing his features as the sheets fall to my lap, exposing my lace bra from the night before, my C size breast resting nicely on display for him to see.

Feeling my nipples harden at the proximity of his becomes all but mind blowing. Thank god my bra was black, or else it would have be even more embarrassing to explain why my nipples where hard. “Never hide yourself from us. For there’s nothing, NOTHING in this world that we haven’t seen. You belong to us, all of you. Every last bit of you. Remember that” And with that he moves to stand, my heart racing as he moves to kiss my forehead and then my lips all before turning his back towards me as he moves to head for the closet.

Sighing, I move to release my breath. My hands still at my side as I tremble. Scared, my mind races at all the possible things that these men could do to me. Would do to me if I let them.

Pulled from my thoughts, Grant moves to return with a red fabric over his arms along with a pair of black kitten heels in his left. “Stand” He commands as he slowly makes his way back over to me.

Doing as I’m told, I move to stand, allowing the rest of my body to show. Hesitantly, I move to cover myself with my hands only to spot a stern look and a low growl to rise, Grant making me stop. Nervous, I moved to look elsewhere, my cheeks flushed.

“Exquisite. Absolutely beautiful. Fuck” He groans, admiring the view of my body. Glancing slightly I notice him adjusting the front of his pants. Scoffing mentally I all but move to speak the next thing that pops to mind. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I’d love to Principessa (Princess). But later” He retorts before winking. “And drop the attitude. Next time I won’t hesitate to bend you over and make that ass of yours a nice shade of red for being a brat” He adds, his dominating aura pulsing against my soul.

Biting my tongue to keep quiet, I move to let him dress me. Bending slightly at the knee as he moves to open the dress, allowing me to step inside of it. Using his arms for support so as not to fall. God, he must spend every minute at the gym, I muse my hands feeling all those muscles that laid just beneath his shirt.

Shimming, we manage to get the tight red fabric up and against my skin. My arms moving through the cap sleeves of the dress. Slowly he moves to turn me around, my back now facing his front as he slowly moves to zip me up, his fingers skimming my back as he did. Making me shiver. The touch almost arousing as I can’t help but moan. Taking every ounce I had to keep from rubbing my legs together as heat assaulted my core.

Planting a kiss to my back and neck, Grant slowly rubs my arms in a comforting manner. The dress, although cute, was also designer. Skin tight, the dress hugged all of my curves in all the right places, only stopping about mid-thigh. Small cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline adore the top of the dress while, my breast held snugly against the fabric. My cleavage pushed more slightly together, all thanks to the dress. My hair now braided and up with tiny pins, as Grant moves to kiss my neck once more.

Slipping on my black kitten heels, Grant gently takes my hand in his before guiding me towards the door of the room. Only to pause as he knocks on the door and the sound of clicking can be heard. Four locks and the door opens.

Well, ain't that just a boat load of horse poop.

Once open, I can't help but notice two rather large guards the size of linebackers, dressed in suits all but standing at the entrance of my door. Adorned with earpieces in their ears and guns at their hips do they move to stand aside.

Well I’ll be damned. Fuck me twice and call me tickle pink. So much for an easy escape. Are my only thoughts as the guards move to follow us down the hallway.