Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 34

Cristiano


Circling the beautiful, forbidden woman spread out on the king-sized mattress, I came to the foot of the bed and took her in. The tiny little dress—if you could call it that—she wore here was starting to ride up her creamy thighs as she nervously anticipated my next order.

Unusual for the feisty little brat I've come to expect, and a slight sense of pride washed over me.

Her pale cheeks were flushed with heat, and the way her breathing suddenly picked up, making her chest rise and fall unevenly, had me stifling the groan of satisfaction trying to creep its way up my throat.

I swept my tongue over the front of my teeth before meeting the pale blue eyes that had held me captive since the very moment they locked in on me. "Strip."

Without a second thought, my enthusiastic student hurriedly brought her fingers to the hem of her dress and started to pull it off, but I shook my head, gaining her attention. "Slowly," I demanded, a bit harsher than intended, but she didn't seem to mind.

Gasping softly, Lola's hands froze where they were, and fuck me, if it didn't take every bit of my willpower not to throw my inhibitions to the wind and give her everything I knew she wanted. When she looked up at me through her thick hooded lashes.

"Yes, Sir."

Lola nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and rising to her knees. She subtly swayed her hips to the music seeping through the walls from the club. The soft silky material of her dress danced against her fair skin, and for a second, I had suddenly become jealous...bitter even.

Not at the dress but at the thought of her doing this for someone else...being with someone else. I swallowed hard and pushed the foreign feeling away. She was a sub, nothing more. This was an arrangement.

She's a Mariano, for fuck's sake. Get it together Cristiano.

A needy whimper left her plump pink lips, resonating through the room around us and pulling my full attention back to what was important—the woman I had no business being with yet couldn't stay away from. In my bed...once again. My brother may have been on to something when he said I wasn't as in control as I thought I was.

That deduction was pretty evident by how insanely hard my dick was for her, and we hadn't even started.

Shifting on my feet, I discreetly stroked a palm over the aching bulge at the front of my pants, inching closer to the bed. I didn't want her to know how easily she affected me. It was dangerous, actually. How much I wanted something that I knew I couldn't keep.

Lola unrelentingly held my gaze as she drew her slender fingers up her delicate porcelain inner thighs. Her hand slowly raked up her tiny frame while she watched me watch her hungrily, and I soon realized how badly I'd screwed up.

I was supposed to be the one teasing her, and yet here I stood, entirely captivated by the gorgeous woman before me. I craved to touch...taste...fuck her.

My appetite for her—stronger than with anyone else. Was it because I knew I shouldn't have her? Probably. My dick grew harder in my pants, watching her unhurriedly stroke over every inch of her exposed creamy flesh until finally settling on her dainty shoulders.

"Is this good, Sir," Lola asked, curling her long pale fingers into the straps of her dress.

"Mmm," I hummed in response, climbing onto the end of the bed as she toyed with the thin material before pulling each strap down her slender arms—ever so fucking slowly.

She was taunting my beast, and she knew it.

Thoroughly mesmerized, I swore her name under my breath as though she were the most illicit sin—because she was. My nostrils flared with desire when her taut dusty pink nipples came into sight. Her powder blue eyes filled with lust as she allowed the silk material to pool around her waist and then shimmied the rest of the way out of the little thing.

Unable to stop myself, I crawled further onto the bed. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off of her body as she proceeded to undress for me. I growled under my breath, and my jaw ticked with a raw surge of irritation.

She had been completely fucking nude under that dress the whole time and during the entire ride with an overly friendly Luca. That thought alone made me want to punish her. My fingers twitched at my sides, muscles tightening when she laid back in the bed, entirely bare to me now.

Lola sat up on her elbows, seductively smiling up at me, and she deliberately began parting those creamy thighs. The ones that I'd just had my head buried between so I could see how much I affected her.

I groaned, licking my lips...still savoring her on my mouth. Fuck. My Adam's apple bobbed, and my mouth watered with the need to taste her again. But that could wait.

"Hmm, I hope you had fun with that."

Lola scrunched her nose the way I liked and giggled. She fucking giggled. "Oh, I did," she laughed and reached up to stroke her fingers over the steel bulge in my pants, making my hips jerk on their own accord. "Sir." The little devil added with a mock salute and blinked up at me with her big blue eyes attempting to give me her most innocent stare.

Remembering who the hell I was, I knelt over her naked body and smugly raised a brow, then stared down at her with a cocky smirk. "My turn," I told her—this time, my words came out as harshly as I wanted them to. Satisfaction filled my chest the moment she realized she was going to pay for that little stunt, and I watched her face drop. Now she was getting it.

Quickly pressing my lips to her stunned ones, I smiled against her mouth and then shoved her onto the mattress before sitting back on my knees to stare down at the only vice plaguing my life at the moment. "I'm going to strap you down, spread you wide, then make you cry for me." The whimper that left her lips made my cock twitch with the need to plunge deep inside of her.

I was a depraved man, and I knew it. I wanted to mark her with my lips and teeth. Ruin her for every other asshole who thought they had a chance. And just for good measure, parade her around the club wearing my brandings so everyone would know exactly who she fucking belonged to.

But she didn't...belong to me, did she?

Shaking it off, I reached over, scooped up the ball gag, and dropped it onto her toned midriff. "First, I'm going to gag this pretty little mouth that seems to keep you in trouble," I informed her, reaching down to roughly run my thumb over her pouty bottom lip and shoving it into her mouth.

"Are you good with that?" 

Lola eagerly nodded, her dark arched eyebrows pulled together and large eyes blown with lust. "Mmhmm," she moaned, hollowing her cheeks and hoovering me into her mouth as though she were sucking me off. I hissed through clenched teeth when her canines lightly scraped against my flesh, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my aching cock.

"Easy there," I rasped, yanking my thumb from her mouth with an audible pop—a trail of spit was the only thing connecting us as she looked up at me through a hooded gaze. And I had to remind myself this was her punishment, not mine, but fuck, she was perfect for me, and I hated how much I enjoyed that little revelation.

Clearing my throat, I quickly averted my gaze and snatched the toy from her stomach. I reached down, lifting her off the bed, and stroked a hand through her downy raven hair. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers once more because I knew I wouldn't be able to for a while. Then I pulled away and tipped her head back to give me better access. "Open."

Lola parted her lips, and I placed the ball into her mouth, looping the straps around the sides of her face, next I buckled the belt behind her head. "Is that too tight?" I asked, and she shook her head, pupils dilated with anticipation. "Perfect," I cooed, stroking a thumb over the apple of her left cheek, and she leaned into my hand—already desperately seeking my touch.

"Now, I'm going to strap you to the bed."

Coming back to my feet, I plucked the cuffs from beside her and walked over to the head of the mattress, standing behind it. Lola bent her head back to watch me curiously, and I couldn't hide the smirk playing itself on my lips.

The bed had no headboard, and this particular bedpost, along with everyone I owned, was specially made for me to be able to easily but safely bound my subjects, however, I saw fit. "Arms up," I instructed as I bent forward, maneuvering a switch that released six large golden metal toggles.

With each crank of the lever, two rings rose from either side of the front, mid, and end of the baseboard. She yelped around the ball gag when I snatched her arms to me, cuffing her wrist and bonding them to the post. I made sure she was comfortable before moving on to her midsection.

Using the rope, I intricately threaded knots over braided knots around her waist before weaving the silky black cord above and behind each of her thighs in a crisscross pattern. "You're doing so good," I cooed, glancing up at her just as I secured both ends of the rope and laced them through the center of each toggle, locking her in.

Lola whimpered at my praise, filling my chest with pride as I moved to her ankles, repeating everything I had done to her arms.

Once Lola was completely bound to the bed, I wasted no time retrieving the last two toys I'd pulled out for her. Nipple clamps and a vibrator—or a bullet, to be exact. It had seven levels of vibration, each one more intense than the last, with a fancy little app that connected the little trinket to my cell phone.

I brushed my fingers over her perky little breast, then leaned forward, roughly taking each of them into my mouth. She moaned in appreciation. Fuck she tastes so sweet. A harsh grunt passed through my nose, and I groaned under my breath, savoring her before moving from one to the other.

Lola's back began to crane upward off the mattress as my tongue swirled around her taut nipple. Though she soon let out a frustrated groan when I pulled away too quickly, severing the small connection.

Sneering at her, I couldn't help but enjoy the way her blue eyes gaped at me or the strangled moan that reverberated in her throat when I attached each metal clamp to her as tightly as she'd allow me to. "If it gets too much, snap twice with your fingers," I told her, snapping my own as an example.

"Understood?" I implored. And because I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I reached down, stroking my fingertips over every inch of her body before moving them up her trembling thighs and dragging my nails over the black rope wound around her flawless alabaster skin—making the perfect contrast.

Lola mewled, desperate for anything I was willing to give her. She dropped her head onto the pillow and arched her back as best she could as I trailed my fingers through her slick, slippery folds and narrowly but purposely missed her aching clit. She whimpered around the ball gag in her mouth, drool already seeping from her lips and down her chin as she tried to lift her hips to follow my touch, but the rope had her tightly bound to the bed and unable to move...much.

She was entirely at my disposal, and despite myself, I loved everything about it.

"Mmm-ah!"A muffled sob left her lips when my hand came down on her clit, and I tugged hard on the chain linked to the clamps attached to her pretty pink nipples.

"I asked you a question, Lorella, and I expect an answer."

"Understood?" I repeated myself. Something I hated doing and smacked her pussy again with another harsh tug to the chain. More drool trickled past her chin and down onto her heaving breast as she screamed out and vigorously nodded her head. "Better."

Picking up the U-curved neon pink vibrator, I unlocked my phone and turned the toy onto its lowest setting. "Remember how good I just made you feel on my desk in there?" She eagerly bobbed her head up and down, hips swaying from side to side as though she were striving to feel it again. I snickered and held the toy over her face as she tried to tug at her restraints.

I brought it to her chin and covered it in her dripping saliva, leaving a trail of wetness between her heaving breast. "I want you to hold onto that." I continued my path down the center of her trembling body bypassing the chains and rope. "Because from this point forward, only good girls get to come for me."

Pushing one end of the vibrating toy through her slick folds, her body jerked upward and tugged at the silk twine around her—holding her in place. She screamed out when I shoved the other end into her sopping pussy. It was shaped so it could hit her g-spot while stimulating her clit.

Lola attempted to press her thighs together to fight off my attack, but I shoved them apart. "Keep your legs open for me, Lorella," I demanded, but she still tried to push them closed as I harshly worked the small pink toy in and out of her pussy. Running my tongue over the front of my teeth, I tsked down at her. "The hard way it is."

"Do you know what this is for?" I asked, bringing both hands to each end of the brass spreader bar positioned between her ankles, but I didn't give her time to answer. I placed my thumbs over the two small pins on either side of the collapsed metal rod before yanking it outward, unleashing its full length, and parting her legs as far as they'd go.

Sitting in the chair at the end of the bed, I placed my phone in my lap, waking up the app. "This should be interesting," I said to myself, flexing my jaw and sitting back in the seat as I carefully eyed and appreciated the stunning young woman entirely on display for me. My mouth began to water seeing Lorella this way—completely restrained and unable to sass me. Wetting my lips, I drug my finger across the screen. Her strangled moans increased the higher my hand moved.

Lola's body began to tremble as drool and spit trickled down her chest and stomach while she desperately yanked at her restraints and when I saw her toes begin to curl. I let my finger drop down the phone's screen, killing the vibrations. "Mm-h-ah!" She let out a harsh, muffled scream and violently shook her head, her hands balling into tight fists, and I could only assume she was begging for me to let her come.

I repeated this action seven times until I knew I had fully gotten her attention. "Is there something you need to say, Lorella?" I snickered under my breath, getting up from the chair and moving over to her.

She nodded her head, looking thoroughly exhausted, and I leaned down, wiping the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. I brushed my fingers through her dampened hair before undoing the ball gag, and when I released her mouth. She cried out, her body a trembling mess.

"Oh, God, I-I'm sorry. I-I won't ever ignore your calls again or keep anything from you." Lola clamped down around the toy as I sluggishly moved it in and out of her dripping pussy and over her engorged clit.

"Hmm, now you're getting it."

Moisture coated her flushed cheeks, and she closed her eyes, squeezing her lids tightly shut. I knew she was dying for her release, but this was a lesson she needed to learn. "Pl-please Cristiano, let me come, Sir," she begged, somehow more tears streaming down her perfect face even with her eyes shut.

"No," I told her definitively. "You don't get to come again tonight. But I appreciate the apology."

"What?" she screeched out. "And why the hell not?"

"Because I said so," I asserted, narrowing my eyes and flaring my nostrils in an effort to intimidate her. Still, somehow I knew it would do nothing to unnerve the little brat that I had attempted to tame, reappearing to rear its naughty head.

"But that's not fair!" she argued back as though she were in any position.

"You. Don't. Get. To. Finish." I warned her one last time, pulling the vibrator from her tight pussy with a wet, suctioned sound. Then I laid it down on the bed next to her. "This was a lesson, and I think you've finally learned it, but don't push me, Lorella."

I got up from the bed and turned to grab her a water bottle. Every step I took—reminding me how painfully hard my cock was. This session may have been to discipline her, but I was paying too.

"Hey!" Lola yelled from behind me before quickly correcting herself. "S-Sir, if what you just said was true. Don't I get a reward or something?"

Smirking to myself, I turned on my heels to face her but not before morphing my expression into something less amused. I love a good loophole. That girl was something else. An enigma that I was endlessly intrigued by. I, however, couldn't make her aware of it because then she'd know she'd had the upper hand in this particular scenario.

"Rewarded for what exactly?" I stepped back over to the bed and placed the bottle of water on a round bedside table beside her.

Smirking up at me with a knowing gaze, a broad smile spread across her lips, and I knew I was done for. "You said it yourself, Sir," she addressed me seductively, and I had to bite back a groan as she did. "I learned my lesson."

Keeping my impassive demeanor, I hummed in acknowledgment of her words, and I inched further towards her—needing to be closer. "And what is it that you want?"

"You," she confessed wholeheartedly, stealing my breath, and I froze where I stood. Maybe it was the look on my face that gave away the fact that I was internally panicking because she shook her head and quickly retracted her previous statement. "I-I meant I want you to fuck me."

"Please, I want to come all over your big fat cock that's aching for me." Lola licked her pouty lips staring down at the massive bulge in the front of my pants. "I've never wanted something so badly. Please, Cristiano, Sir. I want to come. I wanna be your good girl." 

Fuck me. That woman was going to put me in an early grave. Her eyes moved up to meet mine so desperately, and how could I refuse? I mean, a lesson learned must be rewarded, right?

I should've known then she was going to be nothing but trouble if I was already breaking my own rules for her. Alessandro was right. I was fucked.

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