CHAPTER 5

**AVA MILLER**
One of Pietro's hands wraps around my neck possessively, pulling me into a hot kiss.
I surrender to his touch, dominated by the intensity of the moment. My body responds to his in a frantic rhythm, each contact igniting a voracious hunger within me.
I moan against his lips as I feel his other hand slide over the thin fabric of my lace pants, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Before I can completely lose myself at the moment, I hear his voice against my ear:
"Bend over the bed, Ava.", he orders.
I obey Pietro's command, lying down on my stomach and raising my hips at the edge of the bed, offering myself completely to him. I can feel the warmth of his body as I hear his footsteps echoing through the room.
With my head resting on the bed, I nervously await Pietro's next move. A shiver runs down my spine as his hands descend my back, leaving a trail of warmth and excitement in their wake. I close my eyes, surrendering to the delightful sensation of his touch, yearning for more.
I feel Pietro's hand gliding over my body, lifting the fabric of my dress up to my waist and exposing my buttocks completely with the small lace pants.
I feel no fear or hesitation as I turn my head and encounter a type of whip in his hands. An intense heat runs through my body, and a wave of excitement washes over me.
I raise my hands above my head, bending even further, and I hear Pietro's satisfied groan as he watches me in this position.
"I want to be inside you so badly, Ava. Deep and hard, do you want that?", he asks, and I nod my head.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?", he teases, and I smile, remembering a particular word.
"Yes, I want this so much, master."
"Good girl. Take off the dress and stay in that position; do you understand, Ava?"
"Yes, master..."
I obey without hesitation, feeling the sensation of the fabric sliding down my body.
I sigh, biting my lips as I feel the whip sliding over my skin.
Furthermore, I listen to his voice explaining how that type of whip works, absorbing every word in silence.
My senses are heightened, and my body throbs with anticipation for what is to come.
I moan as Pietro lands a blow on my buttocks with force, but strangely, I feel no pain.
The sensation is pure pleasure—an electric shock that runs through my body and leaves me craving more.
"I want you to count each time I hit you, Ava!"
Each blow increases my desire, making me moan even louder with each impact.
I moan as I feel him hitting me harder and harder on my buttocks. I count each blow, feeling my pants getting wetter and wetter in front of him.
I never thought this could be so pleasurable, but I'm loving every second, as if I'm completely submitting to him, letting him dominate me.
"Five!", I scream with breathless gasps.
The sound of the whip cutting through the air is music to my ears, a prelude to the ecstasy to come.
I hear when the whip finally hits the ground, but my mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to focus on anything else but the sensations flooding me.
I feel the impact of Pietro's hands hitting my buttocks forcefully, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
A moan escapes my lips when he massages the spot, relieving the burning sensation left by the blow. Before I can react, he removes my pants with a quick movement, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I moan again, but before I can turn my head to face him, Pietro orders me to lie on the bed.
Without hesitation, I obey, lying on my back and watching his penetrating blue eyes roam over every part of my body. My dress didn't need a bra, so now I'm completely naked in front of him.
I see Pietro walk to a drawer and take out a red silk ribbon.
"Do you want this, Ava?"
"Yes, master."
"Good girl."
My response is an affirmative sigh, an expression of the burning desire consuming me. He climbs onto the bed, taking my wrists and tying them to the top of the bed.
I sigh as I feel the silk ribbon wrapping around my wrists, delicately and excitingly tethering me to the bed. I feel completely at his mercy, surrendering to the sensual game he proposes. My senses are on high alert, and every part of my body craves his touch. I watch as he slowly removes his clothes, revealing every inch of his sculpted body.
He approaches me, his lips finding my neck in a fiery kiss that makes me arch with pleasure. His mouth descends lower and lower, exploring every curve and contour of my body with a mastery that leaves me breathless. I'm engulfed in a wave of heat and desire, my body pulsating with the excitement of the moment. Pietro's hands explore every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake. I gaze at the large tattoo he has on his chest and back, fixating my gaze on his fully erect cock, and see the naughty expression on his face.
"God, I want to fuck you so much, get inside your tight pussy, Ava."
The sensation is overwhelming as I try to pull my wrists bound by the silk ribbon while Pietro's mouth travels down my body, exploring every inch with irresistible skill. His lips find my nipples, sucking them with an intensity that makes my body shudder with pleasure. Every touch is an explosion of sensations, a promise of ecstasy that leaves me breathless.
"Mmmmm, don't stop, please..."
"You're so hot, Ava."
I moan uncontrollably as he continues descending, exploring every sensitive part of my body with a devotion that leaves me stunned.
When his mouth finds the most sensitive spot of all, I lose any remaining control. He teases and caresses, sending waves of pleasure through my entire being, leaving me completely at his skilled touch. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter against his tongue and lips.
I'm surprised when he turns my body face down, lifting my hips up, and this way I can feel the silk ribbon tightening around my wrists even more. The feeling of vulnerability only increases the excitement that consumes me, leaving me craving for more.
A scream escapes my lips as I feel Pietro's cock entering me forcefully, filling me completely. I close my eyes, moaning loudly as he moans too, holding my neck with his hands in a possessive gesture. We're completely surrendered to pleasure, lost in a frenzy of overwhelming sensations.
"Tell me how much you want this, Ava?", he asks, and I sigh before responding.
"I want it so much, master!"
We scream together, the sounds of our moans mixing in a frantic rhythm of desire and lust. Pietro completely dominates me, guiding me through waves of pleasure with mastery and skill.
Every movement is an explosion of sensations, a promise of satisfaction that takes me beyond the limits of pleasure. His hands grip my waist tightly as he keeps fucking me harder and harder. I can feel his cock deep inside me. This was definitely the best sex of my life.
I'm lying in bed, surrounded by the dimness of the room, the echoes of the night still resonating in my mind. I recall the Uber ride home after the intense sex with Pietro at the swing club. A sigh escapes my lips as I turn on the bed, unable to find peace for my restless mind. The memory of him haunts me, filling my thoughts with his captivating presence.
The clock on the bedside table marks the passing hours, but for me, time seems to have lost all meaning. After sex, he stayed with me in bed for a while, sharing a moment of intimacy before leaving. Now, I only know his name, aware that I'll never see him again.
I close my eyes, trying to push away the memories that torment me, but it's futile. I can feel his kisses all over my body, each touch leaving a mark on my skin. A sigh escapes my lips as I allow myself to dive into his memories. However, a glance at the photo next to my bed brings a overwhelming wave of emotions that threatens to overwhelm me. It's a photo of my family: my father, my mother, and my older sister. They're all gone, leaving me as the only survivor. A wave of pain and sadness envelops me as I realize their absence, feeling a deep void in my chest.
I touch the photo with trembling fingers, vividly remembering the fateful night that changed my life forever. My family was brutally taken from me when men who owed money to my father invaded our home. I was just a child at the time, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy unfolding before my eyes.
Tears begin to roll down my face as I allow myself to sink into the pain of the past. I miss every member of my family, every laugh, every hug, and every shared moment. My sister and my mother sacrificed their lives to protect me on that fateful night, and I'll never forget their heroism.
I open the drawer next to the bed, searching for one of the sleeping pills. My fingers fumble through the contents of the drawer until they find the desired object. I hold the pill between my fingers for a moment, hesitant, before deciding to take it. Grabbing a glass of water, I swallow the pill and watch as the water goes down my throat. But then something catches my attention.
My eyes fixate on the gun carefully hidden inside the drawer. A wave of emotions washes over me as my fingers touch the weapon. Tears begin to wet my face, a mixture of sadness, anger, and determination. Since my family's death, I've faced a cruel and unforgiving world alone. I was forced to move to an orphanage, where the feeling of loneliness consumed me day after day.
The memory of that fateful night has never left me. The images of my loved ones' faces, their voices, and their smiles all haunt me constantly. And more than anything else, I'm haunted by the question: Who did this to my family? A burning need for justice burns within me, an insatiable thirst for revenge.
Holding the gun in my hands, I feel anger coursing through my veins. I visualize every detail of the scene from that night, promising myself that one day I will find the person responsible and make them pay for everything. The gun becomes a symbol of my determination, a tool to achieve the justice I so desperately crave.
With a heavy sigh, I put the gun back in the drawer, aware that my quest for truth and revenge would not be easy.
"I will avenge you; I will avenge all of you, I promise.", I whisper.
Then, lying down on the bed, I close my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the fast-acting effect of the sleeping pill that makes me fall asleep.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table, playing with my dolls, while my mother is busy cooking lunch. Despite the apparent tranquility, an air of tension hangs in the air, foreshadowing the imminent disaster. Suddenly, my father rushes into the kitchen, a look of panic on his face.
He speaks urgently, insisting that we need to flee immediately. My mother is confused by his desperation, but before we can understand what's happening, a loud noise echoes in the distance, followed by the sound of approaching cars. Fear takes hold of me as my mother takes me to the bedroom and instructs me to hide under the bed.
Tears start streaming down my face, and my heart is pounding hard in my chest.
"Mom, what's happening?"
"Nothing, your father will take care of it, everything will be fine, my love."
"Mom, I'm scared; stay here with me, please.", I whisper, tears in my eyes.
My mother is also frightened, and I can see it, but she takes off the necklace she always wears before placing it in my hand.
"Everything will be fine, but promise me you'll stay hidden under the bed and won't come out, promise me, Ava."
"I promise, Mom."
"I love you; I love you more than anything, and I can't let anything happen to you, Ava.", she says, kissing my cheek.
"Mom, stay with me, please...", I whisper, watching her move away.
But then, terror sets in as I hear men invading our house.
My crying turns into silent sobs as I huddle under the bed, listening to the invaders' shouts echoing through the walls.
My mother opens the bedroom door, trying to escape, but I watch in despair as I hear the sound of gunfire, followed by the deafening silence that follows.
My heart aches as I reach out, finding the blood-soaked floor.
The horror of the scene unfolds before my closed eyes, my mind unable to escape the consuming nightmare.
I hear the men's voices as they quickly flee, leaving behind a house now filled with death and desolation.
"No!", I scream, waking up from the horrible nightmare, my breathing completely ragged at that moment.
I sit up in bed, realizing it's time to go to work, and when I hear my phone alarm ringing, I get up before picking up the phone.
I tap on the screen, and my eyes widen when I see a message from an unknown number.
"Hello, little seductress."
Pietro.