I look up at him. I'm too broken to speak now, too far gone to say another plea he won't listen to. Instead my lips simply part, soundlessly saying please.
"Oh, you want to come?" he asks, taunting me as he grabs the wand and pushes it against my clit. I yelp as it vibrates, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. "Stay right there, Marzia. Right at the edge, I want to watch you like this."
"No!" I start screaming, twisting, but he rips away the wand and in seconds, I'm crying from the loss of my favorite toy. "Adrian, no... Put it back..."
"No," he says sternly. "You've fucked up now, bambina. Now I'm going to really fucking hurt you."
"Yes." I don't even recognize my voice as my own. "Do it. Hurt me. Make me work for it."
He unties me from the chair, grabs me by the hair and drags me across the floor to the full-length mirror in his bedroom.
I can't even bring myself to look at my reflection. I know the plaything staring back at me isn't Marzia. It's some sex-crazed, needy little whore that would do anything for Adrian—and that makes me so deeply ashamed I can't bear to admit it.
"You're so fucking desperate, you're dripping all over my nice floor." Adrian points to the hardwood floor where we stand.
I flush when I see the small pool that's gathered between my legs.
"Look at the mess you're making, bambina. You're going to clean that up later. But first, you're going to hump my fucking boots."
I look up at him for confirmation. Adrian looks serious, and the need to please him forces me to straddle his foot. I close my eyes firmly, pretending this isn't happening as I humiliate myself for his pleasure.
"That's fucking right," Adrian grunts. "Polish them with your sweet little cunt. I want them to shine and sparkle by the time you're fucking done. Grind, little whore."
I moan and grind, grind and moan. I can feel myself leaking all over his shoes and the embarrassment makes me cry out as he pushes his boot-covered toes against me.
There are fireworks going off before my eyes. I need this, need him. And yet he hasn't given me permission yet. It's almost as if I can't go through with it... not without him telling me to come. "Please," I whisper again. "Give me an orgasm..."
"Fuck yourself," he orders.
I fall back, legs spread open.
He stares at my exposed pussy, then laughs wickedly.
I groan, rubbing it into my spread pussy lips as his watchful gaze keeps an eye out for the smallest chance that I might come.
And when I get close, almost too close, Adrian's fingers wrap around my throat and he pulls me up, throwing me on the bed.
I gasp after having the air knocked out of me, but I don't get a chance to recover. He's already on the bed next to me, mouth hungrily licking, biting and kissing every inch of my exposed skin.
"I need to come," I whimper.
"Not tonight."
"What? Yes, tonight!"
"No," he growls, teeth grazing my nipple. "Tonight you only suffer for my enjoyment."
Letting out a cry of protest, I try to crawl away, but he's already grabbed me. He forces me to straddle him, and the moment I feel his tip pressing against my clit I know I won't be able to resist anymore.
"Beg for my cock inside you," Adrian orders.
I shake my head.
"No? Fine, you little fucking brat, have it your way." He turns me around, holding my arms behind my back as I lie on my belly. His cock is inside me in seconds.
I whimper in protest as I feel my own body responding. Fuck, he's stretching me out. I'm still getting used to being taken like this, and it always fucking hurts. My body forgets about the pain until next time, when I'm forced to enjoy it again. "It hurts!" I cry out, panicking already. His body stills above mine. I swear I can hear our hearts beating in unison.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I look up at him and shake my head.
He keeps fucking me, but this time he pays my helpless whimpers no mind. "Take it, Marzia. Take every inch of my cock."
"Put your cum in me," I whisper. "Please, Adrian!"
"What about her, what about Nicoletta?" he grunts in my ear. "Don't you care about your new friend?"
"N-no," I stutter.
"Tell me I'm the only one that matters."
"You're the only one that matters."
"Tell me your pussy belongs to me," he snarls.
"Please, Adrian... My pussy is yours."
"Everything else, too. No one else touches you. No one else looks at you." He punctuates his sentences by thrusting deep inside me,
It makes me cry out, as I get closer to an inevitable release.
"I catch someone fucking looking, I'm going to gouge their goddamn eyes out. Come for me, bambina. Come on my cock. Let everyone hear what they can never have..."