His Bambina

Chapter 20

No one seems to be affected by our surroundings except me. Moaning and grunting can be heard from the table across the room, along from the screams and whimpers from above us. I try to ignore the growing heat between my legs and try to focus on something else.
I would try to focus on the business conversation happening except for the fact that they're all speaking in Italian. Damn them and their beautiful language.
I let my gaze land out the window. Below us is the club downstairs, it's neon purple and blue hue giving a completely different atmosphere to the club above them. I wonder how many people dancing downstairs are aware people are being tied up and fucked up here. I certainly never noticed this window last night, it's probably a one way mirror, keeping the sins up here a secret.
Oh how badly I want Vincenzo to fuck me against this glass, as the innocent guests below dance oblivious of my cries.
"Arrivederci, ti contatterò." Everyone stands, and the man thanks Vincenzo for his time. Only then does the man look at me, giving me a slight nod of his head. And Veronica? The look she gives me makes my skin prickle. I'm not sure what emotion she meant to convey, but it was in no way happy or comforting.
Vincenzo watches them leave the main doors from the window, then makes his way towards me. His touch sends goosebumps up my arms.
"You were such a good girl, bambina." I can't stop the moan from slipping past my lips and he kisses my neck. He chuckles and continues his torture against my skin. I can't help it. This place has gotten me so wound up, if he doesn't do something about it soon I'll have to take care of it myself. Punishment be damned.
"I have to say goodbye to a colleague at the bar, then I think my princess deserves a reward for being such a good girl lately. What do you think, hm?"
My knees wobble as another whimper escapes me, "Please daddy."
"Una troia così bisognosa." He groans then leads us back up to the bar.
Vincenzo has me wait at the bar after he orders me a water and steps to the side speaking to a colleague. They speak in hushed serious tones, just far enough to where I can barely hear them. But every so often Vincenzo glances towards me making the heat between my legs become unbearable.
"Oh you're still here!" Jason's blue eyes shine bright under the bar's light, "So how are you liking it so far?"
He begins working on a drink and I nervously shift in my seat, "Uh yeah I'm liking it. It's very nice up here. I never would've imagined."
His laugh towards my statement is soft but sincere, "Yeah nothing compared to last night huh?"
Gods can't he just forget about last night? Or at least never mention it again. A heaviness fills the air as Vincenzo's body pressed against mine.
Jason doesn't seem to notice till he slides the margarita glass in front of me, "Sorry I, uh, should've asked what you wanted first but this seemed to be your favorite last night. Was I right?"
Vincenzo's hand wraps around the back of my neck, "Cranberry margarita. You're spot on Jason."
Spot on Jason. Hit the bullseye on my death sentence. Vincenzo grabs my glass, and I can barely mutter out a 'thank you' to the innocent bartender and Vincenzo drags me away.
Our footsteps echo through the hallway as neither of us speak. Some guests occupy the canoe looking couches but the moans tell me the doors lined up against each end of the hall are filled with different types of pleasure.
We continue to walk to the end of the hall, each click of my heel is like a nail in the coffin. Once we get to the door my heart skips a beat, 'Princessa'.
"I had my colleague reserve the room for us as a reward. I should go back and tell him what a lying brat you are."
Despite the degrading words, they only make my throbbing core wetter.
"Once we get inside I want you naked and on your knees. Understood?"
"Yes sir."

The bed is huge. If I weren't in such deep shit I'd might admire the work of the room. The black and red tones set the mood just like the rest of the club. However what catches my eye is the giant bed ahead of me. Black metal cage encases the round bed. The top of the cage is shaped like a crown. It sends an interesting message, but I bask in its beauty.
I lower my gaze towards the spotless floor beneath me. All that can be heard is Vincenzo's shoes circling me like a vulture as he discarded his suit jacket and tie.
"I'll ask you again principessa, how was girl's night?"
I flinch at the calmness in his tone familiar with the disappointment that laces it.
"I-I'm sorry, but Amelia really wanted to go a-and Emily looked so excited to hangout and have fun with us and-"
"And you should've asked me." I close my eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. I snuck out the night he met me, it's just what I do. Could he really be that mad at me for having a bit of fun?
"If I would've asked you you would've said no!"
He scoffs and paces in front of me. His shiny black loafers practically blend in with the black floor.
"Damn right I would have said no! But at least then I would've known to send out a guard to watch over you as you blatantly disobeyed me!"
So he's not mad that I went to a bar? I look up at him in confusion.
"I'm a powerful man, Aria. And in order to gain that power I've made many enemies," he crouches down to my level, brushing a loose strand from my face, "you are the most important thing in my life right now.  La mia vita. That means your life is a target in my enemy's eyes... and you were gone for hours without my knowledge."
His eyes shine with unshed tears and I see it. The amount of fear and guilt he feels knowing I could've been hurt or kidnapped as he slept soundly assuming I was doing the same. This wasn't about him wanting to control my decisions with my friends, this about making sure my safety stayed intact.
My bottom lip trembles under his thumb, "I'm sorry daddy."
He sighs and stands up straight, "On the bed."
I enter the cage without hesitation. Vincenzo goes to the wall to the left of me, gathering items I can't see from here.
"On your back princessa." I lay on my back and close my eyes. With each breath of air I take, the more excited I become. The idea of him being so angry and punishing me for lying for two days scares me shitless. But knowing his reaction is geared towards his worry and feeling for me excites me to no end.
He uses padded cuffs, restraining me to the bars of the cage above me. Then he uses red ropes to tie my legs spread apart. As I lay vulnerable, spread like a starfish, wetness pools between my legs.
"My little girl wants to have some fun? Fine, I'll give her some fun."
He spanks my thigh making me yelp before he shoves his long digit into me. I jolt at the movement and my cuffs clank against the metal cage. Vincenzo kisses up my neck but when he gets to my lips he's just a whisper too far away for me to kiss him.
"Uh-uh baby, I don't kiss mouths that lie to me." Gosh darn it.
He inserts another digit making me whimper, "Daddy pl-please-ah!"
He replaced his fingers with a dildo, which instantly vibrates inside of me. As he uses the vibrating toy to use my pussy, his lips touch and bite every inch of my skin, except for my mouth.
"I suppose you're a big girls now. You feel like you don't need to listen to daddy's rules anymore as long as you get to have fun hm?"
I go to disagree but the vibrations increase and he bites at my nipple making me cry out in pain and pleasure.
"Fine. Then big girl Aria can ignore daddy's rules and come as many times as her body wants. How about that?"
His menacing smile grows as the first wave of my orgasm hits through me. That's his plan? He's going to orgasm me to death? Piece of cake.