"I'm going to hit you five more times," Dante says, voice low, " and you're going to cum for me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she chokes out.
Dante takes another whip, a thick leather whip, and hits her over and over as she cries, yanking against the ropes on her hands.
It is both painful and pleasurable at the same time. It's like a painful pleasure.
After hitting her five times, he pushes a vibrator between her legs, making her moan loudly.
"I see you like that," I flinch, hearing Matteo whisper close to my ear.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, but the heat on my face gives me away.
"You're not that innocent, dolce peccato," he says, taking a step forward.
"Is this what you want? All tied up? Whipped and forced to cum until you can't take it anymore?"
Suddenly, there's no space between us.
I don't know if I'll love being tied up and whipped. A part of me thinks it's wrong, but the throbbing below my stomach says otherwise.
Snapping back to reality, I hurry past him, heading for the door.
"See you tomorrow, dolce peccato." Matteo says as I close the door behind me.
I take a cab home, fishing out my keys to open the front door, but I notice the door is already open.
A normal person could have called the police before entering, but I—Nina Bianchi—enter my house, hoping to scare the burglar off with my fucking heels.
I don't make it to the living room because my hair is yanked back harshly. I cry out, using my nails to scratch the burglar's hand.
I quickly switch on the lights. "What the hell do you want?"
"Hmmm, what I want?" He moves closer to me as I back up, trying to escape, but my back soon meets the wall.
"Stella said to scare you a little." He smiles, bending down over me. "Get the money before the end of next week. Do you understand?"
"I don't have the money, I swear, and I can't take a loan." I plead.
"Come on now, you have Matteo and the bulky bodyguard—what's even his name? Ahh, Dante. How would you not have the money?" He stands up.
"Are you lying to me, Nina?"
"I promise I don't have the money. Five million is too..."
"Don't fucking lie to me!" He kicks me in the stomach, my ribs. He just continues kicking until I get too weak to fight back.
I cough, the air completely knocked out of me.
"I don't even know you. Why are you doing this to me?"
"I said you don't need to know," he says with a slap on my cheek.
"Just get the money before the end of next week, or your mother dies, and you'll be following her."
With that, he leaves the house, leaving me on the floor with pain and tears.
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The next night, I try to cover the bruise on my cheek with makeup, and it works, but I can't cover the one on my side. I think my rib is broken.
I try to put on lingerie, but it hurts when I move too much, so I just give up and wear my panties and a coat.
I enter the club in search of Matteo, but it seems like he's looking for me.
"Nina, come speak with me for a moment." He says, holding my hand and pulling me to his office.
I let his hand pull me as we ascend the stairs, trying my best to hold back my groans from the pain.
"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at him.
He runs his hand through his hair before turning to face me.
"There's an investor I'm trying to close a deal with. He's coming to the club tonight."
He runs his hand through his hair again. "I promised him whatever he wanted, but what he wants…" He leans over his desk. "Is you."
"Me?" I question, my heart rate picking up.
"You remember the guy with blonde hair you served drinks to a week ago?"
"I don't remember everybody I serve drinks to, and you can tell him to pick someone else." I protest.
"You think I didn't do that? You think I want some stupid-ass man to touch you?" He sits down on the chair like he's exhausted.
"He wanted to fuck you, but I told him that wasn't happening, and now he wants you to entertain him. I need to close this deal if I'm going to stay on track with the new franchise."
"I got something for you. Get changed." He hands me a black box. I open it to see pink lingerie.
"I can't, Matteo, not today." I say.
This lingerie is barely covering anything. If I put it on, everyone is going to see the big bruise on my side.
His eyes darken from my disobedience. "Don't fight me on this, dolce peccato. I don't like this either, but it is what it is."
He sighs. "It won't take long, I promise. Just do a strip show, and then leave."
"I'll do it another night. Ask me another time, I will, but not today. Not tonight, please."
I can barely walk without wincing. How the hell am I going to do a strip show?
His mouth hardens in frustration. "I'm asking you for a favor, Nina. Why are you refusing?"
"I…I just can't today."
"Don't test me today, Nina. Take off your clothes… now."
I shrug off my coat, careful not to move too much.
I hear an intake of breath.
"What the fuck happened to you?" His voice is low. If he was angry before, he is angrier now.
I want to crawl inside a cave and hide.
"I fell down… the stairs." I lie through my teeth.
He is in front of me in seconds, the purple and blue bruise spreading across from my ribs to my hip.
"Want to try that again, Nina? You don't have a fucking staircase, and you don't get a bruise like this when you fucking fall."
"What the fuck happened?" He hooks his thumb under my chin, making our eyes meet. "Tell me now."