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Amelia's POV

I shook vigorously, trying to break free from the chains but it only made them stronger.

Alessandro had made me regret my actions yesterday, he had tied me to the bed and rode his dick in me roughly.

Yesterday, was the first night I begged him to stop as he made sure he fucked me until I became feeble.

"You're only my slave, Amelia and unwanted feelings aren't bound to trip in. You're useless, Amelia except for your pantie which is my night balm and your extraordinary hacking skills."

I could still remember the words he said to me yesterday. I felt stupid for bringing up the topic in the first place, asking him if I meant anything to me.

Amelia something is wrong with you? My heart keeps beating louder and faster whenever I was with Alessandro; whenever we fucked!

But I never seemed to be able to figure it out. Was it love? Oh, hell no. It shouldn't be. B..but I know what I'm feeling. It's kinda strange.

I have never felt this way for any guy, even Julian.

I looked at Alessandro who was sleeping peacefully, my eyes blazing with fury.

That son of a …. At first, I thought he was joking when he mentioned falling asleep at the scent of my pussy juice but it was the truth.

He fell soundly asleep at just a sniff of my pantie and now it's 9am and he wasn't up yet.

I tried to kick him just to wake him but my legs were tied at either sides of the bed, leaving my pussy out in the air.

My pussy was burning hot and it was good he knew I needed some air. I loved it though, but as air made its way in, it made me feel horny.

I glanced at sleeping Alessandro but was forced to look back when I saw something twitch between his legs.

Gosh, it was his dick. Why was he still hard after many rounds?

Oh my! I felt like having it in my hands and slurp on it just like ice-cream.

God! I don't think I have a bit of sense in me anymore, my body burns but my brain was filled with thoughts of Alessandro and his dick.

My pussy wants him, my tits does.

"Wake up, Master. It's past 9am already." I screamed but he only groaned and turned to the other side.

Oh no, don't do that, Alessandro. I wanna stare at 'you' until my eyes water out; until I get tired.

"Amoretto." I heard him mumble and turned to look at him. "Just tell me how old you are to have such big boobs."

Uh?

"Regina doesn't even have full breasts like you do. Yours make me go crazy." He purred, curling up like a kitten as he hugged the pillow tightly.

Oops, he was dreaming. I shouldn't expect him to say such nice words to me if he was sober.

After what seemed like eternity, he woke up from his sleep and grinned, setting his eyes on me; my pussy actually.

"G..good morning." I greeted.

He moved closer, a wide smirk plastered to his face.

"How was your night, Amoretto?"

I bit my lower lip as he rubbed his thumb on my clit. No, Alessandro. Not now, please.

"Y..you tied me down and you expect me to feel good?" I snapped at him still angry at the way he reacted to me last night.

"Hey!" He yelled, his voice raised in anger. I blinked rapidly, cringing like an hen drenched in rain.

"You really don't know what 'Master' means, do you?"

I kept quiet, refusing to say a word.

"You should learn how to speak with respect or I might just slit your throat into halves." He barked, his grip tightening on my left breast.

"Do you understand?"

I didn't say a word but as he shoved his fingers into me roughly, I jerked, speaking out immediately.

"Y—yes, I—do."

"Good." He muttered, licking the juice off his fingers.

"I...I want to use the restroom, master." I requested. "I...I have to pee."

"Oh, really?" He grinned, his fingers doing their job in me again. I moaned, shutting my eyes until I felt a liquid rush down my thighs.

Oh here I go again.

"A-mmo-re-tto." He called slowly, "Are you really pressed or you just don't want me to watch you squirt ?" He licked my wetness with his tongue this time, making me moan.

"I love it when you do that. Moan louder!" He commanded and I obeyed, increasing my pitch as he gave my pussy a little lick again.

"Thank me, Amoretto." Alessandro said, his accent driving me crazy. "Thank, daddy for making you feel good."

"T...thank you, daddy!"

*****

I stepped out of the bathroom, naked. We just took a bath together— Alessandro and I. And trust me when I say, he is fucking good, he knows the right spot to touch, tease and hit.

"How was it?" He asked, grabbing my waist from behind. "I bet your boyfriend had never made you feel better than this."

Oh yes, he was right. Julian never did.

"Has he ever told you he is gay?"

"Uh?" My face flushed red in shock. Julian was gay? "What are you saying, master?" He can't be serious, was he?

"Oh fuck yeah, I can show you the evidence if you care to see. I have a few pictures of he and his 'boyfriend' together. Trust me, Amoretto, he's just a silly cocksucker."

I looked up in disbelief after I studied the photos Alessandro gave to me.

"Y...you really are serious? Ew, what's this?"

I said it, no wonder he was never interested in fucking me. I should've thought of this as he never made me reach esctasy.

"My men had been monitoring him even before you guys got caught. The Russo Underground Mafia have made a nice use of him all these years and I've been waiting to crush him down, it's a pity you got involved, Amoretto." He shook his head gravely, taking the photos from me and putting them back in place .

Oh fuck, I had been dating a gay all along.

Holy Moly!

"Don't worry," Alessandro mentioned, leading me to the mirror where we both stood naked. "You have me now. You have daddy's dick." He smiled, giving my boobs a tight squeeze.

I throated the moan that tried to escape my lips, we shouldn't begin another round.

"What are you doing?" I knitted my brows as he raised my arms.

"What does it seems like?" He replied, helping me put on my bra.

I am not a child for hell's sake.

"You don't have to dress me up, I can do it myself." I insisted, but he didn't stop either.

He led me unto the bed, sitting me down.

"I got you some new set of panties." He said, "I'm picking this for you." He picked a white pantie, slipping it up my thigh until it reached my waist.

"A white pantie?"

"Yeah." He gave a nod. "I want to see your pussy juice make maps on it."

Please don't turn me on, Alessandro.

Not again, I just squirted and he saw it.

Oh hell.