You Are Mine

Please master

I held the gold chain connecting the clamps tight between my teeth as I watched Adrian down the last of his drink and drop the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. It hurt, God it hurt like hell and even worse because I genuinely hoped we were getting somewhere. In the last few days, Adrian had not punished me so much and I easily forgot how brutal he could be, this was more than enough reminder that I still needed to keep my hate for him.

This was only an arrangement, nothing more. He did not love me and right now I probably hated Adrian more than I had ever had to hate anyone else.

I watched through blurry and tear-filled eyes as he walked back to me. "You're doing great kitten," he said as he brushed his palm over my cheeks and loosened his belt with his free hand. "You look so beautiful when you're helpless to me, to my commands and wishes."

I wanted to spew so many hurtful words at him, but could not get any out with the chain dripping from my mouth. The last thing I needed was to drop it and annoy him further.

When he freed his c**k from the restraints of his pants, I could not help the way my breath caught in my throat at the sight. I had never seen a man fully naked before, and I had never imagined that I would be so fascinated by a simple piece of anatomy, but I was pretty sure something so magnificent could not be regarded as simple. "It would not be a complete show without the audience," he said with a smirk as he palmed his heavy c**k.

Holy moly, sweet christ. He was a freaking god.

Despite myself, I found my eyes glued to his long hard length as he fisted it. His broad red crown glistened in the low lighting of the basement, erect and dripping with proof of his arousal. Of course, he found it arousing to see me in pain, but I was not one to talk seeing as I could feel my wetness dripping to my thighs. For a split second, I let my mind wander to all the things I wanted to do with his c**k. I wanted to wrap my mouth around it, feel it pressed against me but most of all I wanted it inside me.

I thought you hate him, a small voice in my he reminded me.

That reminder was enough to make me snap my head back up. I must have been drooling at the sight of Adrian's c**k, because he had that smug and perfect grin on his face when I looked back up.

"Your stubbornness and innocence make me want to f**k you harder," he said as fisted his thick shaft, using his pre-c*m as lubricant as he ran his hand along with it from tip to root. "You want that too, don't you?"

Every muscle in my body wanted to give an affirmative nod, but I still managed to shake my head. With my body completely exposed to him, he trailed his free hand up my thighs, until they were at my dripping entrance. Then he flicked his thumb teasingly over my c**t in a way that made me almost scream. "You say one thing, but your body says something completely different," he said as he pumped his c**k faster with every stroke.

He pushed a finger slowly between my wet folds, circling and flicking lazily. I meant to yell at him to stop, but instead, I found myself moaning and writhing against in fingers. But the restraint he kept on me made sure he was in total control and I could only take what he gave.

He kept his touch light, increasing the pressure only occasionally as he worked himself harder. I could feel my frustration building up as I was torn between making him stop and begging him to increase his pace.

"Are you sure you still do not want me to f**k you?" his voice was gruff as he watched me through hooded, wild eyes that flashed with lust and hunger.

He was fighting to control himself and I was fighting my control. Both our bodies were locked in a desperate duel, that would only end when one of us was satisfied. And from the way Adrian expertly increased and decreased the pressure of his fingers delving inside me, I could already tell who would win. But that did not mean I had to give up without a fight.

I pulled the chain higher, almost screaming at the pain in my delicate nubs, but I would rather go through that pain than give him the satisfaction of knowing I was fully under his control. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not drive my eyes away from the hypnotic sight before me. It pulled me in like a magnet.

I wished more than anything, that it were my hands soaked in his pre-c*m, pumping up and down his c**k. Adrian was an asshole but I swear it would be a mortal sin if I did not witness this sight. His groans and movements were erratic, making me even more wet than I imagined was possible. The floor beneath me would be thoroughly wet from all my fluids dripping down.

I almost tumbled over, when Adrian added another finger to the one playing at my c**t. Despite the restraints on my ankles and wrists, my toes curled and my fingers dug into my palm as he plunged deeper into me, so much that it almost hurt.

"Please..."I choked, between moans and cries.

"Please what?" Adrian asked.

I bit my lip hard, giving my last fight but lost all sense of my resolve when he stepped closer and teased my opening with his heavy crown. "Please don't stop master," I cried, snapping my eyes shut and throwing my head back. "Please f**k me." the words were now spilling freely as I felt my body rock through the edges of my first ever orgasm.

He gave what sounded like a triumphant groan as he worked us both harder, bringing me to the edge where I almost exploded. "You're so close to letting go kitten," he growled as he almost doubled his pace. "I should let you c*m all over my fingers," It was more of a statement than a question, yet I found myself nodding affirmatively. My breaths came out in muffled pants and I was grateful for the large X holding me up because my whole body felt as limp as a noodle.

Adrian gave an evil chuckle and I did not get the chance to wonder what he was up to before he seized his hand back just as I steeled myself, ready for the waves of orgasm that threatened to crash through me. He smirked as he also brought his hand working at his shaft to a slow halt too.

What was wrong with him?" I was more turned on than I had ever been in all 18 years of my life and he was just going to stop and leave me hanging? I wore the confusion of my face shamelessly and his smugness only deepened. I did not need further convincing that he knew exactly what he was doing.

"That," he said in a gruff voice as he stepped back and tucked his still erect and dripping c**k back into his briefs with some difficulty. "was the first part of your punishment, I told you I have a whole lot of years experience at restraint and control for this game."

Motherfucker, I yelled—inwardly.

He stepped closer and took the chain away from my mouth, and coaxed my mouth open with his fingers that were soaked in my juices. He forced his two fingers inside my mouth, and growled, "suck them, clean." I followed his command without taking my eyes off his, tasting myself on his fingers. It was something I never thought I would ever do, but there were a whole lot of things Adrian had made me do that I never thought I would do.

"I will f**k you, Nicole," he promised, "I know you want me to f**k you, but you also know my condition. You will come to me, crawling and begging me to f**k you—soon." he sounded completely sure of himself like it was an already done deal.

I too had a few words I intended to tell him too, but none of them made it out as I swirled my tongue over his fingers, letting my saliva drip down while I increased my suction.

"But before that," he said and retracted his fingers slowly, "its time to go through your next punishment,"

"Please master," I cried, hoping he would let it go this time but knowing Adrian that was wishful thinking. "I really am sorry,"

"I know you are, and that's how I know you will not make me do this again, right?" he cupped my cheeks and leaned closer. When I nodded, he tilted his head and captured my lips in a fiery and passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, sucking mine and drawing in every moan and whimper that escaped me.

Despite all of the other emotions gliding through me, I let myself drown in his kiss, arching my back and presenting my clamped breasts to him. Maybe I was more perverted than I had let myself believe before. I groaned in disappointment when he pulled back.

"I'm not giving you anything so easily, you have to earn it." he turned around and walked to the middle of the room. Far enough to keep ourselves from touching each other. "And since you have been a good girl for most of this session, I will only give you two hours of your punishment instead of the five I had planned earlier."

I scrunched my face up but did not do so much as whimper. I knew very well how quickly Adrian could change his mind. "Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, even though he already knew what my answer would be.

"No master, not at all"

"Good," he said and walked to the basement door, "use the two hours to think of more ways to please your husband and master," he said and turned off the light, before leaving me to my thoughts and newly fueled hate for him.

And oh—for the second time too.

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Adrian's POV

"So does that mean I can take Ricco out now?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Mauricio let out a huff that vibrated through the phone and without any further statement I knew what that meant. "Look Adrian," he started in his usual fatherly tone, "it's not so simple, s**t is complicated."

"It's only as complicated as you f*****g make it. All I need is your go-ahead to take Ricco off the streets." I yelled and slammed my fists on the hardwood of my office table.

"Ricco ha strong ties, people we would rather not offend..."

"Speak for yourself Mauricio," I growled, "I fear no one, and you know I will go through this with or without your permission. I'm only deciding to seek your approval out of deep respect for my father. Do not mistake that for weakness."

"I would never," he said, "but you must understand that this is not about you son."

"Do not call me that," I snapped.

He let out an exasperated sigh and paused for a minute, "I know you want to protect your territory and your family, but you must understand that we cannot risk the lives of other weaker families. You have the money and the power to take Ricco out and handle whatever comes with it, but as the standing leader of our community, I can not allow you to put the other families in such major shit."

"Then deal with the s**t," I barked, feeling my patience run low. "You said I had to clean up this s**t to get Ricco out. f**k I paid f*****g millions to get it done and I am not about to let that go to waste. You either fix this up or I will go for what I want and you know damn well that no force on the earth will stop me."

"You know how the game goes Adrian." he sounded pissed, "You will f*****g lead our community one day, I know your father thought you better than to selfishly put the weaker associates in harm's way, just to fufill a desire."

"Do not f*****g bring my father into this Mauricio, and it's not a f*****g desire, the bastard keeps interfering in my business, in just a month I have incurred up to a 30 million dollar loss, and he sent a f*****g spy into my own home. I am a Davonte and I will not stand by and watch the asshole keep poking his fingers in my face."

"I will have the amount delivered back to you today."

"Do I look like a f*****g charity?"

"That was not what I meant..."

"f**k what you meant, I want to see him pay for messing with my family. Two weeks, that's what I'm giving you to come up with a decision on what to do with Ricco. If you do not, do not blame me for my actions." I said and ended the call before he said another word.

I slammed my phone against the wall just as Anderson walked in. "You're married, I thought you would no longer have to indulge in anger reflexes anymore," he taunted as he picked up my crashed phone.

"I am so not in the f*****g mood for you right now," I said and sauntered to the bar. "What's the update."

"In this mood, I'd rather not tell," he said carefully.

"Spill," I demanded and took a swig of bourbon directly from the bottle.

"Mother's coming back," he said in a low tone.

"s**t," I muttered the moment I heard the words. "She's supposed to spend the rest of the year in Italy, we're only in July."

"Apparently she got bored and Chelsea says she misses school." he raked his fingers through his hair.

"I cannot have her here in the midst of all of this chaos especially when dad is not here. Hell, I have not even told her about my marriage yet she would be so mad." I ran my hands over my face, feeling a headache coming up.

"You mean excited, you know the woman has always rooted for you to have some love in your life."

"Just shut up Anders."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked as he walked closer to meet me at the bar.

"When is she arriving?" maybe if I had a little more time, I could sort things out before they came back. I had sent her on the vacation with my sister, a week after dad's arrest so I could focus on fixing everything here and they were set to come back in months, but knowing how restless my mother could be, I knew I should have expected her sooner.

"I believe I received Chelsea's text saying they were boarding the flight one hour ago," he said casually.

"What?" I turned to him sharply, "one hour? And you're telling me now?"

"First off, you're really hard to find in this mansion, secondly do not shoot the messenger, I just got the message too" he raised his hands defensively.

"I'm so going to kill Chelsea," I growled.

"You know it couldn't be her fault. Mom must have stopped her from telling us, you know she likes tpo spring surprises on us. "

"Can you not at least change her mind?" I asked, pacing the room now.

"Have you met the woman?" he folded his hands and quirked his brows, "sometimes I think you both share more resemblance than you realize."

"Haha, such funny joke." I raked my fingers through my hair, still pacing. "I can't have them here right now."

"There's nothing we can do to stop it, they are already on the flight, so get your act together and get ready to do some introductions and a whole lot of explanations." he grinned mischievously, "but seeing as you're her favorite, she might forgive you after a month or two." he shrugged.

"You are a few words away from getting punched in the neck," I shot him a glare.

"By the way, where's my very skillful and beautiful sister-in-law? I haven't seen her all day." he taunted.

"Anders," I warned

"Okay okay, I'm leaving anyway." he chuckled and dropped my phone on the table. "I'll have someone get you a new one today," he said before turning to leave.

"Anderson." I called as he reached the door, "get everything ready for mom's arrival,"

"You know I will,"

I checked the time on the wall clock as he walked out. Only a few minutes left to free Nicole from the restraints in the basement. My mind flashed to the way she responded to my touch and a small smile crept up my face. I already had her, she was mine from the very start, all I had to do was make her realize it. She would never admit it but she wanted to be f****d, owned, possessed, and who best for the job than her husband who worshipped the very ground she walked. Just the thought of her made my c**k jerk up every time.

But with everything coming our way very soon, I knew s**t was about to get harder. There was my mom, stubborn as hell always curious about what was going on in the business, Chelsea my baby sister, the most infuriating person you would ever meet, I had no doubt she and Nicole would become best friends in a matter of days but that was not what even bothered me.

With them back at home in Italy, they were protected, from this world of everyday murder and it was easier for my mother to cope with dad's absence, but having them here was a different story. It would be much difficult to protect everyone and I knew I was not ready for all of the emotional drama that my mom went through every day if she stayed here.

I had to handle this, and I could only think of one way to do so, and deep down I knew no one would like it.