Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 62

Lola

Squeezing my eyelids shut, my body immediately tensed, muscles straining against the golden restraints as I felt the large silicone appendage attached to the little black box begin wildly thrusting itself in and out of me. "Oooo," I hummed hazily, eyes shooting open as I attempted to pull my shaking knees together as slickness built between my thighs with no success.

Cristiano stalked over me, his presence overpowering as he loomed above my quivering frame and with a snicker he stopped the device completely as he spoke. "I control every sensation, every moment. Your pleasure is mine to give or deny," he rasped, his voice heavy with desire and despair, sending waves of shivers down my spine. I whimpered, my body responding to the raw dominance in his words and he turned the toy back on so that it was now moving at just above a snail's pace. The intensity of the moment gripped me, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Feeling myself slowly approaching the edge, my jaw tightened and my toes curled as his green eyes bore into mine, the smoldering intensity reflecting a myriad of emotions—anger, hurt, longing—all intertwined in a complex web.

"You thought you could keep this from me," he growled, turning it up a few paces, a dangerous edge lacing his words and I moaned out clenching tightly around the now slick toy, my hands curling into fists around the knotted rope. "Thought you could hide your secrets, your desires for my brother." His fingers roughly traced a path along my collarbone, and I trembled under his touch, a mix of fear and arousal rapidly coursing through me.

I swallowed hard, emotions clogging my throat, unsure of how to respond to his accusation. The truth had been right there all along, simmering beneath the surface, but I had been so terrified of losing him that I had tried to bury it deep within me. The thought of confessing my feelings for Alessandro of all people was like stepping off a precipice into the unknown.

"Sir, I..." My voice faltered, the words catching in my throat as my body jerked slightly upward, pleasure coursing through my veins. And before I could continue, he pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me, and turned the toy up.

"No," he said firmly, his eyes never leaving mine. "You don't get to explain. Not yet. I need to process this. So no more talking," he commanded, his eyes darkening with desire. "Just feel."

And with that, he increased the intensity of the device, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My body arched off the bed, my mind consumed by the sensations he was creating. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, pleasure from the device and pain from the guilt and shame that weighed heavy on my heart for what I had done to him.

As I moaned and writhed under his touch, Cristiano's expression softened slightly, and I saw a flicker of something more tender in his eyes. But it was fleeting, and he quickly masked it with his cold, dominant facade.

He continued to play with the device, teasing me, bringing me to the brink of pleasure before dialing it back down. It was a maddening cycle, and I found myself completely at his mercy, my body and mind consumed by the sensations he was controlling.

Again he turned the toy up another few notches, the increase in intensity pushing me closer to the brink. My breath hitched, and I moaned involuntarily, unable to control my body's response to his control. Pleasure and desire mingled with fear and uncertainty, creating a heady mix of sensations that left me dizzy and disoriented.

"You thought you could keep this from me," he growled, his voice seething with anger and hurt. "Thought you could hide your secrets, your desires for my brother." His sharp fingers traced a path along my collarbone, and I trembled under his touch, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. I wanted to deny it, to tell him it wasn't true, but the truth was already out, thanks to Alessandro, and there was no going back.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know what I do to liars," he whispered, his deep gravelly voice sending a shiver down my spine. I had seen his dominant side before, but this was different. There was a raw intensity in his eyes that made my heart race even faster.

"I-I'm sorry," I gasped, the words barely audible as I tried to catch my breath, the toy fucking me so good. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Y-You have to believe me."

Cristiano's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, I know you didn't mean to," he said, his tone mocking. "But that doesn't change the fact that you did, does it?"

"N-No... Sir... it doesn't," I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep my breathing steady, to control the rising tide of emotions that threatened to consume me. But it was impossible under his intense gaze and the tormenting contraption thrusting harshly between my trembling legs. This man was a master at pushing my limits, at making me feel pleasure and pain in equal measures.

With a cruel smirk, he circled the bed, his eyes locked on mine, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. And with every step he took, I could feel the tension building, the anticipation of what he would do next, sending jolts of electricity through my body. He was a predator, and I was his prey, trapped and at his mercy.

Cristiano stood at the foot of the bed, and he ran his fingers lightly over the small collection of playthings laid out on the mattress. Each item held the promise of pleasure and pain, and I could feel my arousal growing with every passing second as the thick veiny toy continued to pump in and out of me with stealthy precision, wet sounds filling the bedroom around us.

He picked up the flogger, his fingers trailing along the leather tails, and my breath caught in my throat. I knew what was coming, and part of me dreaded it while another part craved it. He was testing me, pushing me to see how far I would go for him.

Without warning, he brought the flogger down on my thighs, metal spurs, connecting with my skin in a stinging impact. I cried out his name, a mixture of pain and pleasure washing over me. He repeated the action, striking me again and again, each blow sending me deeper into a state of surrender.

The pain was sharp, but it was accompanied by a rush of endorphins that made my body come alive with pleasure. I screamed out and I could feel myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure and pain blending into one overwhelming experience. Cristiano knew how to push me to the brink, to make me crave more even as I wanted it to stop.

He paused, his fingers tracing the red marks left by the flogger and I moaned sheepishly, my body betrayed me—responding needily to his touch and the anticipation of what was to come. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between his dominance and his care for me. But in this moment, his dominance won out, and he continued, pushing me further and further into a world of ecstasy and torment.

He then switched to the leather paddle, the blows landing with a thud that sent shockwaves through my body. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a dance of sensations that I had come to crave.

With each deliciously agonizing strike, I felt myself slipping deeper into subspace, the outside world fading away as I found myself surrendering to Cristiano completely. The only sounds were the slap of leather on skin, the small machine between my quivering thighs working its way in and out of my tightening gushing pussy, and my own moans of pleasure and pain. Time lost all meaning, and all that existed was the connection between us, the raw power exchange that left me breathless and wanting more.

And then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Cristiano put down the paddle and stood back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He looked at me, his eyes filled with both desire and something else.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the dominance he had just displayed.

I nodded, my body still buzzing with the intensity of his punishment. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper and he took hold of the flogger once more.

"Good," he said, his mask falling back in place as he delivered another blow, his voice low and commanding. "You will tell me everything." The device he controlled continued to deliver its relentless pleasure, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through my body. "Every detail of your desires, every thought you've had about my brother."

I bit my quivering bottom lip, uncertainty swirling within me. Part of me wanted to comply, to bare my soul to him and reveal the truth. But another part wanted to hold back, to protect myself from the potential consequences of my honesty.

As if sensing my hesitation, Cristiano reached out and gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze with a growl. "Don't hold back, sub," he said, his voice slightly softer now, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I need to know. I need to understand."

"Okay," Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. The weight of the truth was heavy, and I knew that it would change everything between us. But I also knew that I couldn't keep lying to him. It was time to face the consequences of my actions. "I-I'll tell you, Sir."

Taking a deep breath, I let the shaky words spill out of me, my voice barely a whisper. I told him everything, from the moment I first realized that I had stopped hating his brother to the conflicting feelings that I had grown for him inside me over time, especially after we had kissed—after our fight. How I couldn't stop thinking about doing it again and again. I bared my truths, revealing my deepest desires and fears.

Moaning out, I could feel the merciless contraption between my legs moving faster and faster, the vibrations causing my breath to hitch. Each thrust of the toy sent a jolt of arousal through me, making me gasp and squirm against the restraints.

"You're mine, Lola," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

His words ignited a fire within me, a mixture of fear and desire that consumed my thoughts. My body shuddered, torn between surrendering completely to his control and my natural instinct to resist. But resistance was futile; I was bound, helpless, and at his mercy.

With another wicked grin, Cristiano trailed his fingers down my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I craved his touch the most. "Tell me," he purred, "how badly do you want me to touch you right now?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the bruising ache between my legs overpowered any sense of shame. "Please," I whined, my voice barely above a whisper. "P-Please touch me, Sir."

He chuckled darkly, reveling in my vulnerability. "Oh, my sweet little sub, I intend to touch you," he said, his voice thick with promise. "But first, I want to hear you beg for it."

His demand sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I knew I should resist, hold onto some semblance of control, but his dominance overpowered me, pulling me deeper into his web of desire.

"Please, Sir," I whimpered, my pride crumbling beneath the weight of my arousal. "I-I need you. Touch me, please."

The corners of his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Good girl," he praised, his hand finally making contact with my throbbing clit. His fingers expertly traced circles, driving me to the edge of pleasure and desperation.

I gasped, my hips involuntarily arching towards him, as much as they could, seeking more contact. But Cristiano pulled away, denying me the release I craved.

"Patience," he said with a sinful glint in his eyes. "I want to watch you squirm a little longer for me, sub."

He resumed his teasing, his touch alternating between feather-light strokes and firm pressure. My body was a tangle of sensations, pleasure and frustration dancing on a knife's edge. Every nerve felt alive, and I was completely at his mercy.

Time seemed to blur as Cristiano skillfully played me like an instrument. The intensity of the pleasure he granted me was almost too overwhelming, and I could feel myself hurtling towards an inevitable climax. Yet, just as I thought I was about to reach the peak, he slowed down, denying me release once again.

Tears of frustration and need welled in my eyes as I looked up at him, silently pleading for release. Cristiano's gaze was unyielding, and I knew that he was enjoying every moment of my torment.

"Please, Sir," I begged, my voice shaky and desperate. "I...I can't take it anymore. I need to c-come."

His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "No," he whispered, the single word sending a jolt of arousal straight to my core.

With that, he turned the device back up, thrusting it back inside of me, the vibrations intensifying and pushing me closer to the edge once more. I screamed out, lost in a haze of pleasure and need, completely at his mercy.

Cristiano's grip on my pleasure was absolute, and I had no choice but to surrender to his control. A thin sheen of sweat coated my body as he pushed me to the brink over and over again, denying me release until I was a writhing mess of desperate desire.

I was completely under his control, and I had never felt more alive. The power he wielded over me, the trust I had placed in him, it was all-consuming.

At some point, the wildly thrusting toy was once again replaced by his calloused hands, his touch more intense and demanding. He explored every inch of my body, leaving no part untouched. His rough thick fingers were skilled and relentless, driving me to the edge and back again.

I lost track of my words, lost in the overwhelming sensations and emotions. The pleasure and pain blurred together, and I found myself on the edge of release, teetering on the verge.

But just as I was about to tip over, he stopped, leaving me hanging on the brink. I whimpered in frustration, my body desperate for release.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my ear. "Not yet," he said, his voice dripping with dominance. "You don't get to come until I say so... if I say so."

My heart pounded in my chest, my body itching for release but unable to find it. Cristiano had complete control over me, and I was completely at his will.

He continued to tease me, bringing me close to orgasm only to deny me again and again. The frustration and pleasure were a heady mix, and I felt myself slipping deeper into an indescribable feeling that threatened to destroy me in the best way. I was completely lost in the sensations he was creating.

"P-P-Please," I squealed.

"Come," Cristiano commanded.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he allowed me to free myself, and the pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, consuming me completely. My body convulsed with the force of my release, and I cried out his name, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As I came down from my high, Cristiano quickly undid my restraints and pulled me into his arms as he climbed into the bed with me fully clothed, holding me close. I clung to him, my body still trembling uncontrollably from the intensity of the scene as he carefully rubbed my limbs for what felt like forever. He kissed my forehead, and he leaned back, his face still unreadable. The silence that followed was deafening, and I felt my heart race as I waited for him to speak.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice calm and measured. "Thank you for telling me the truth," he said, his expression remaining indifferent. "I know it wasn't easy for you."

The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as his piercing gaze bore into me. My heart pounded louder in my chest, each thud echoing in my ears like a thunderous drumbeat.

"I-I'm sorry," I managed to whisper, the words shaky and barely audible. "I really didn't mean for this to happen."

His expression hardened slightly, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I know," he replied, his voice colder than before. "But again that really doesn't change the fact that it did happen."

My heart sank at his words, the weight of my actions pressing down on me like a heavy stone. I had never intended for any of this to happen, but my feelings for Alessandro had grown beyond my control. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of guilt and shame, and I desperately wanted to make things right.

Cristiano then got up from the bed and took a step back, giving me some space to breathe. His eyes remained latched to mine, studying me intently as if searching for answers in the depths of my soul. I felt exposed and vulnerable.

"I need some time to think," he eventually said, his voice still tinged with hurt and anger. "I need to figure out what this means for us.... For me."

Tears welled up in my eyes once again, and I nodded, understanding his need for space. "I understand," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'll give you the time you need."

"Okay, well, I have to head back to the office," I said, reaching out to gently brush away a tear that had escaped down my cheek, and he nodded. "Just take your time. Shower. I'll have Lydia make you some breakfast before you go," he said, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through me despite the coldness of the situation. "I'll be in touch."

Then Cristiano turned away, leaving me on the bed. The silence that followed was deafening, and I tried to focus on my breathing, to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me.

As he walked towards the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness, a void that had been left by his absence. I wanted to call out to him, to beg him not to leave me like this, but I knew it was hopeless. He needed time to process, to come to terms with the truth I had finally admitted.

Once he was gone, I was left alone in the room, time passed slowly, each minute feeling like an eternity. I tried to occupy my mind with anything other than the weight of my mistakes, but it was impossible to escape. The truth had been laid bare, and now I had to deal with it.

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