15- Where Principessa Goes, So Does Trouble

Grant

“I think… I think she’s finally asleep” I murmur softly so as not to wake her up. Reaching my hand up slowly I move to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers gently lingering along her flushed cheek. Isabella steadily breathing. Her body finally relaxed as one of her hands lay curled upon my chest. My dick instantly hard from just being this close to her. Watching her take her punishment like a champ, I couldn’t stop wondering what it would feel like to have my cock deep inside that cute little mouth of hers. Her juices flowing. She’s such a pain slut; too bad she hasn’t realized it yet.

“She did really well” whispers Alex from behind me. His admiration showing. Moving to lay on his back he moves to look up at the mirror just above the bed. His eyes now focused on our Principessa (Princess). Of all the times that I’ve known Alex, not once has he ever shown an interest in a girl. One night stands maybe, preferring pain and pleasure without mercy. But with Isabella he genuinely shows an interest. And caring for her is extremely special.

“Yeah she did” murmurs Lucus. Squeezing her softly, a soft squeak rising out of her. Holy shit, the way she sounds is more than enough to make my dick twitch. I might just cum from watching her.

After a few more minutes of silence, Tony moves to sit up on his arm before looking at us. “Lu, we can't lose her. She’s exactly what we need. I’m done searching. But, do you think we went a little too far with her? What if she keeps trying to get away from us?”

“Mmm. Not sure T. But what I do know is that Isabella is ours. 100% ours. And even though the sadist inside of me loves seeing this type of punishment, she also needs to learn her place and quick. Even if it means breaking her to the point of no return and then building her back up, we will. She needs to know that as her husbands only we can give her what she needs, including the world, she just needs to submit to us. For now let us rest”.

Humming in agreement, we all move to settle down for the night, each of us touching our beloved Principessa (Princess). My eyes looking towards her face. Her cheek puffy as it laid against the pillow. Cute. Yet, while our punishment was extreme, she has to learn. We can’t always be nice to her. We’re not known for being nice. And escaping from us is out of the question.

We all want her, all of her and for that alone makes her ours. Arrangement or not. Our little Tesoro (Treasure) has a fire buried deep inside of her. So there's no doubt she won’t try to escape from us again. And when she does, we’ll be right back here with her punishments.

Shivering, that thought alone makes my dick hard. My dick straining against my boxers which are currently touching her sweet milky thigh. Heavens… My sweet little minx.

She won’t break easily. And she’ll definitely try to fight us but we’ll be ready. Closing my eyes, I eventually succumb to today's events. Excited for my dreams and that of her.

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Unknown POV

Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of fingers drumming softly against an empty table. Crystal glasses each filled with scotch over ice. Each person takes a generous sip from each glass. Allowing the rich amber liquid to burn down my throat slowly, quenching my thirst and igniting a small buzz. My eyes fixed on the other three people within the room.

Suddenly, a knock can be heard. Diverting my attention.

“Enter” I bark, only for my second in command, Ashton to walk in followed by Hayden who walks in holding a dark blue folder. Ashton on the shorter side of things, standing around 5 '9, round blue eyes and ash blonde hair, his body built like a tank. Hayden coming in at 5 '10 with hazel brown eyes, brown hair and totally fit. Both sporting muscles that burst at the seams of their designer suits. Reaching out a hand, I move to snap my fingers, already bored from waiting.

“Here you go boss. The latest shipments, prime and ready for transport” he says, taking the folder from Hayden, his accent a little thick like a winter blanket.

Quickly, I move to snatch the folder. Opening it fast. Ashton still standing by me, his hands now in his pockets, Hayden next to him. Noticing their stances I know there’s more than just shipments.

“What’s wrong Ashton?” I growl, annoyed. The others annoyed as well as I moved to pass the folder to them, allowing them to see what was inside of it.

“Um. Well.. It’s Isabella, sir” at the mention of her name all our heads snap up quickly.

“What. about. Isabella?” I say through clenched teeth, pushing each word out as I did. Ashton now visibly bouncing from one foot to another. Whatever it is he knows we won’t like what it is.

“SPIT IT OUT ALREADY” yells another voice, suddenly impatient when he takes too long to answer. He also knows we’re not patient men either.

“She was taken… By Lucus D’Amico and his blood brothers” answers Hayden shyly.

“WHAT?!” Red, that was all we saw. “How the FUCK did that happen?” Seething, I needed answers, like yesterday. Fucking Hell!

“We’re working on it now Boss, I swear! I will personally kill the man who was supposed to be watching her.” At hearing those words I begin to settle down, but only slightly.

“We also have a new spy who’s been making his way through the ranks of D’Amico’s crew. I’ve already sent him a message to tell him to keep a close eye on her”

And that my friends, is why Ashton is my second in command as well as bodyguard. He knows exactly what to do before I even have to say it. Like saving grace, Ashton gets a message on his phone. Taking a look he quickly passes it over to me.

It’s a message along with photos. Opening the message I can’t help but stare. They were photos of Isabella, walking along in a beautiful black mini dress that clings to her like a second skin. Looking ravishing. Taking my fill I move to pass the phone to the others. My blood boiling at what I saw inside the pictures. Inside one of the pictures, those assholes stood super close to her just outside of a car. They were attaching a pair of handcuffs to her. The way they looked at her while doing it was like she was a prize to be won. Disgusting.

“Looks like she tried to escape” whispers another voice, his jaw tight as I turn to look at him. Angelo. One of my associates as well as heir to the Monocchino family, his brother Antonio who sat next to him. Their emerald green eyes, blonde hair and muscled frame, standing at 6’4 in height. My brother Lucia next to them, his blue eyes and black hair framing his face, his frame as well as mine muscled and quite tall, 6’4 to be exact.

Stroking the picture of her, we knew we would have to extinguish that fire of hers, a passion we would thoroughly enjoy doing. Knowing she would be punished quite nicely by them, for after all she did try to escape, for if it had been us we would have done the same. The message also contained information on upcoming shipments as well as plans for their Italy locations.

Feeling a sense of calm, our anger simmering we move to focus on our sweet Isabella. The original plan now impossible. We’ll need to reevaluate the situation at hand. Texting the number back, we tell them that we want constant updates, on the daily.

The wheels turn as we begin to formulate a plan, the ultimate plan. Ashton’s eyes showed a mix of delight and fear. For only the men closest to me besides my brother knew that look and when we started getting ideas. There’s always something about our calmness that’s scary. It usually meant that blood would be shed and who didn’t love a good blood bath.

“Call the commanders. We have work to do” orders Antonio to Hayden. Nodding, he moves to do as told. Our command law. Bowing, Ashton and Hayden leave.

Leaning back against our chairs we plot. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fingers drumming as we drink our drinks, each of us lost in thought. Soon, oh sweet Isabella. Soon we will hold you and never let you go.