chapter 24

Chapter 24: Settling In

The safe house felt different in daylight. No more running or hiding in the shadows. For the first time since the kidnapping, Elena could breathe without expecting a door to burst open.

Matteo had turned one of the spare rooms into their main space. Big bed. Thick curtains. A wide leather couch against the wall. A small table where they ate. And a locked drawer full of toys and lube that made her cheeks burn every time she looked at it.

They started simple. Mornings were for waking her slow.

Luca liked to start. He’d crawl under the sheets while she was still half-asleep, spread her thighs, and lick her awake. Tongue flat and lazy at first. Then circling her clit until her hips lifted off the bed. He never let her come quick. He edged her until she was whining, fingers twisted in his hair, begging.

“Please, Luca… just let me…”

He’d pull back, grin up at her with wet lips. “Not yet, baby girl. You come when we say.”

Matteo watched from the chair beside the bed. Cock in hand. Stroking slow. “She’s dripping again. Look at that pink pretty pussy.”

Nico sat on the other side. He liked to play with her breasts while Luca worked her. Pinching nipples. Rolling them between fingers. Sometimes sucking until they were red and sensitive. When she arched, he’d kiss her mouth soft, swallowing her moans.

Once she was shaking, Matteo would finally join. He’d flip her onto her stomach, pull her hips up, and slide in deep from behind. One long thrust that made her gasp. Then slow rolls. Deep. Possessive.

“Feel that?” he’d murmur against her ear. “That’s me claiming you every morning. No one else gets this close.”

Luca moved to her mouth. Fed her his cock while Matteo fucked her. She sucked eagerly. Messy. Drool running down her chin.

Nico stayed close. Fingers on her clit. Rubbing in time with Matteo’s thrusts. When she got close, he’d stop. Make her wait.

They rotated like that for hours some days. One inside her pussy. One in her ass. One in her mouth. Sometimes two at once. Sometimes all three finding a way to touch her.

Afternoons were for training.

Matteo brought out the collar on the third day. Black leather. Soft inside. Small silver ring in front. A tiny lock on the back.

He fastened it around her neck himself. Click of the lock echoed in the quiet room.

“From now on,” he said, “you wear this. Always. Even when we go out.”

Elena touched it. The leather was warm from his hands. She felt it settle against her skin like it belonged there.

Luca clipped a thin chain to the ring. Led her around the room on her knees. Made her crawl. Kiss their boots. Beg for touches.

“Good girl,” he’d say when she obeyed. “Such a perfect little slut for us.”

Nico preferred quieter lessons. He’d sit her on his lap. Spread her legs wide. Use a small vibrator on her clit. Low setting. Keep it there until she trembled. Then turn it off. Wait. Turn it on again. Over and over.

“You don’t come without permission,” he’d whisper. “Your orgasms are ours.”

Evenings were for outings.

They disguised her. Dark hoodie. Sunglasses. Matteo’s coat over her shoulders. They drove to quiet clubs on the edge of the city. Ones Matteo owned now. Dim lights. Low music. Private booths.

Luca liked the booths best. He’d pull her onto his lap. Skirt hiked up. No panties. Finger her slow while people walked by. Whisper filthy things in her ear.

“See that guy staring? He wants you. But he can’t have you. Only we can.”

Matteo would watch. Sometimes join. Slide his hand under the table. Push two fingers inside her while Luca rubbed her clit.

Nico stayed quiet. But once he pulled her into a dark hallway. Pressed her against the wall. Lifted her leg. Fucked her quick and deep. Hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Came inside her and made her walk back to the booth with his cum leaking down her thighs.

Back home they’d strip her bare. Inspect the marks. The collar. The wetness between her legs.

Matteo always ended the night the same way.

He’d lay her on the bed. Spread her wide. Slide in slow. Look into her eyes.

“I’m tracking your cycle now, princess,” he said one night. Voice rough. “Your next period should come in ten days. After that… I’m putting a baby in you.”

Elena’s breath caught.

“You want that?” he asked. Thrusting deeper.

She nodded. Fast. “Yes.”

Luca laughed from beside them. “Hear that? Our girl wants to be bred.”

Nico kissed her temple. “We’ll keep you full. Always.”

Matteo sped up. Harder. “Gonna fill this womb. Make you swell with my kid. Show the world who owns you.”

She came hard around him. Clenching. Shaking. He followed. Groaning low. Pumping deep until she felt every pulse.

They didn’t pull out right away. Stayed connected. His hand on her lower belly.

“Soon,” he whispered. “Very soon.”

Elena closed her eyes. The collar felt heavier tonight. Comforting.

But in the quiet, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Matteo had given it back. Limited contacts. Tracked.

She reached for it before anyone stopped her.

A message from an unknown number.

A photo.

Her on her knees. Mouth full of Luca. Matteo behind her. Nico’s hand in her hair.

Below it, one line.

“Your aunt saw this. She’s crying. Come home, baby girl. Before it’s too late.”

Elena stared at the screen.

Matteo saw her face. Took the phone. Read it. His expression went cold.

“He’s not stopping,” Matteo said.

Luca sat up. “We’ll handle it.”

Nico touched her collar. Gentle. “You’re safe here.”

Elena looked at them. Then back at the photo.

She deleted the message.

But the words stayed in her head.

Come home.

She turned to Matteo. Kissed him hard.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

Then she spread her legs again.

“Show me again,” she whispered. “Who I belong to.”

Matteo smiled. Dark. Hungry.

He pushed back inside her.

And outside, the night kept moving.

Vittorio’s plan was just starting.

And Elena knew it.

But right now, with three cocks ready for her, three mouths on her skin, she didn’t care.

She only wanted more.