26.
Alessandro's POV
I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs as I puffed out smoke from the cigar in between my fingers.
Amelia was there, tied around a metal chair in front of me. The more her tears reached my ears, the more I got angrier.
Does she think she could buy my sympathy with that?
"I'm going to ask you for the last time, Amelia. Why do you want to escape here when I've clearly warned you to never try it!" I fired at her, my fist tightening as I angrily shoved the cigarette out of my mouth.
Her tears increased and she lifted her chin to look at me.
"Alessandro." She began, her voice low and remorseful. I know I've warned her never to address me by my name but I've been lenient with her lately, allowing her do whatever she wants.
Now, she thinks I'm a friend, right? A puppet that would dance to her tunes?
I cut into her words, my voice husky and tone deadly. "You might lose your head the next time I hear you call my name."
She quickly corrected herself and continued. "M...aster. I'm so sorry please….forgive me."
I scoffed, standing up and grabbing her hair. Tears streamed down her pale face and for a moment I was tempted to show her mercy; get the ropes off her and kiss her to sleep.
Cazzo! I'm going crazy.
"Amelia..." I called her name as I moved closer to her, walking in slow steps. She trembled all over as I grabbed her chin and even I could feel her hot breath.
Her eyes were filled with tears to the core, those perfect turquoise eyes that I love to see every minute; her small lips with perfect contours.
This elegant soul...yet stubborn.
All thanks to Hank who informed me about her escape. Every time I take in a new slave, I always have their name registered and it would be visible to everyone part of the Phoenix Mafia Organisation even the ones that worked outside the group.
I do this for timed like this when a fool like amoretto and that friend of hers tries to escape my clutches.
"Tell me, do I just get rid of you or punish you until you beg for death, oi?" I towered over her, my shadow reflecting on her trembling face.
She shook her head quickly, struggling with the chains that bound her to the chair. "M..master, please forgive me and let this slide, I'll do anything."
Before she could speak further, I shut her up with a kiss; an hungry one. She moaned in my mouth as my fingers traced her exposed thighs until it slid into her pussy.
"You don't want me to punish you, yet you take me for a fool." I broke the kiss, looking into her teary eyes. "Stop pleading with your eyes, I'll never fall for it, not now. Not now when I feel like skinning you alive!" I shouted and she flinched, moving her head backwards in total fear.
"Master... I'm sorry. Please don't punish me, don't hurt Vesper. I'll take all the blame and punishment."
"Shut up!" I raised my index finger, rubbing her pussy juice on her face. "You're in a tight spot and yet you still drip wet, do you get horny every time? How am I sure you don't make out with the guards? What's up with your tits? Why are they hard?" I asked, slapping her nipples though she was still wearing her dress.
"I swear you're the only one who fucks me here. I don't make out with the guards….I...I only get hot when you touch me." Amelia spoke, her lips quivering.
"That's a lie." I scoffed, "you don't get horny when I touch you only. You get hot outside my room and even when I'm not with you. The blue films you watch keep displaying in your head, right? You still go watch it with the guards, don't you?"
"No, n..no Master. I don't watch porn with them anymore."
I bit my lower lip, watching her nipples poked out really hard through her dress. I don't believe this bitch one bit.
"Just look at you." I slid my fingers into her again, shoving them out. "You're wet. Just a bit of finger fuck and your pussy is soaked. Tell me you don't have a high libido now?" I quirked my brows, waiting for her to lie again.
"No, Master. I...only go crazy when you touch me and even right now I want you to bend me over." She confessed, sniffing in her tears.
I can feel my dick twitch at her words. Why is she talking dirty now?
"You're trying to stop me from punishing you, right?" I snickered, my fingers tracing down her jaw. "Why do you think you can always get me to do what you want?"
"I ...I .."
"Shut up!" I shrieked. "Remember you're still my submissive and you'll do whatever I say." I said, unchaining her and placed her on the bed.
"Don't sniff, don't cry!" I held her cheeks, glaring at her. Her tears kinda pricks my heart and I don't wanna see them right now.
The whole room was silent except for Amelia's fast breath which I could hear even in silence.
"I like the way you now dance to my tunes, what a good submissive you are." I remarked, my thumb tracing around her nipples.
Kneeling in between her legs, I commanded, "why don't you show me what you've got. Who knows if I'm satisfied I might overlook your offence and take you back like my good slave, amoretto." I chuckled, taking her hand in mine.
"Zip down my pants and rub my cock through my boxers."
"Good girl." I grinned when her soft hands grazed my erected cock. "What?" Scoffing, I grabbed her chin roughly when she pulled down my underwear.
"What did I tell you?" I gritted my teeth, glaring at her. "I tell you a thing and you do the exact opposite!"
"I'm just so eager to suck you, Daddy." Amelia pouted, "Please let me, Daddy." She purred and without waiting for my reply, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking me like her life depended on it.