chapter 5

Chapter 5: Watched and Owned

Morning light cuts through the blinds like knives. My eyes hurt when I open them. Everything hurts. I’m sprawled across the same leather bed from last night, sheets twisted around my ankles. No chains this time. They didn’t need them. I didn’t try to run.

My skin feels tight. Covered in dried cum, bite marks, handprints that are turning purple. Between my legs is a constant ache—swollen, sticky, still leaking slow drops even after hours of sleep. Every time I shift, I feel it all over again. The stretch. The fullness. The way they made me come until I blacked out.

The door opens quiet.

Matteo walks in alone. Shirt unbuttoned. Hair messy. Looks like he didn’t sleep much either. He carries a tray—coffee, water, some fruit. Sets it on the nightstand.

He sits on the edge of the bed. Doesn’t touch me right away. Just looks.

“You’re still here,” he says.

I swallow. Throat raw. “Where else would I go?”

He smiles. Small. Dangerous. “You could scream. Fight. Call your father. Beg him to come get you.”

I stare at the ceiling. “He saw me last night. On the feed. Saw everything.”

Matteo nods slow. “Yeah. He did.”

My chest tightens. “Did he… say anything?”

“He tried to storm the club. His men got as far as the parking lot. We sent them back in pieces.”

I close my eyes. Picture Daddy’s face. The shock. The rage. The helplessness.

It should make me cry.

Instead heat pools low in my belly again.

Matteo notices. His hand slides up my thigh. Slow. Fingers trace the mess between my legs.

“Wet already,” he murmurs. “Just thinking about him watching.”

I turn my face away. “Stop.”

He doesn’t. Two fingers slip inside easy. Curl. Hit that spot.

I gasp. Hips lift without permission.

“You hate that you love it,” he says. “Hate that your pussy clenches every time we mention your daddy seeing his princess get ruined.”

Tears burn behind my eyelids. “I’m not… I’m not like this.”

“You are now.”

He pulls his fingers out. Stands. Walks to the door. Opens it.

Luca and Nico come in. Behind them, two of the men from last night. The ones who fucked me hardest. Scar Chest and Bearded Guy.

They’re dressed casual. Jeans. Tees. But their eyes are the same. Hungry.

Matteo looks at me. “Warehouse today. Like I promised.”

My stomach flips.

He continues. “Your father’s crew is meeting there in two hours. Big shipment. They think they’re getting product. They’re getting a show instead.”

I sit up slow. Legs shaky. “You’re going to… make them watch?”

Luca grins. “Every single one. Tied to chairs if they fight. We’ll fuck you right in front of them. Let them see what their boss’s daughter turned into.”

Nico steps closer. Grabs my chin. “And you’re gonna come hard. Scream loud. Show them you love it.”

I shake my head. “No. I can’t.”

Matteo leans down. Voice low. “You will. Because if you don’t perform… we send the full video to every phone in the city. Every man your father knows. Every woman. Your old friends. Your tutors. Everyone sees Elena Rossi taking cock like a whore.”

My breath catches.

Scar Chest chuckles. “She’s already dripping thinking about it.”

He’s right. I feel it. Fresh slick on my thighs.

They don’t give me clothes. Just a thin black robe. Short. Barely ties. No underwear. Every step makes my breasts bounce. Makes the robe slip open.

We pile into two black SUVs. I’m in the back with Matteo and Luca. Nico drives. The other two follow.

The drive is quiet. City blurs past. My heart hammers.

We pull up to an old warehouse on the docks. Rusty metal. Broken windows. Smell of salt and oil.

Inside it’s dark. Concrete floor. Crates stacked high. In the center: a cleared space. Bright work lights aimed down. A mattress on the floor. Thick chains bolted to the ground.

And chairs.

Ten of them. In a circle.

Most already filled.

Men I recognize. Daddy’s lieutenants. Bodyguards. Drivers. Faces I saw every day at the villa. Now they’re tied. Gagged. Eyes wide when they see me.

One tries to stand. Gets punched back down by one of Matteo’s guys.

Matteo pulls me to the center. Unties the robe. Lets it fall.

Naked again. Under the lights. Every mark visible. Every bruise. Every drop of cum still clinging to my skin.

The men stare. Some look away. Most don’t.

Luca pushes me to my knees.

Matteo steps in front. Unzips.

“Show them, princess. Show your father’s men who owns you now.”

I look up at him. Then around at the faces.

I open my mouth.

Take him deep.

The room goes silent except for my wet sucks. Matteo’s low groans.

Luca moves behind. Fingers in my pussy. Then his cock.

He thrusts in hard.

I moan around Matteo.

The tied men shift. Some curse behind gags. Some get hard despite themselves.

Nico joins. Cock in my hand. I stroke him while sucking Matteo.

Scar Chest and Bearded Guy take turns at my ass. One after the other. Stretching me wider.

I lose count of how many times I come.

Squirting on the concrete. Screaming their names.

Begging.

“Please… harder… fill me…”

One of Daddy’s men breaks. Tears in his eyes. Looks away.

But I don’t stop.

I can’t.

Matteo pulls out. Comes on my face.

Luca fills my pussy.

Nico my mouth.

The others add more. Cum everywhere. Dripping. Pooling.

When it’s over I’m on my back. Legs spread. Chest heaving.

Matteo kneels beside me. Wipes my face gentle.

“Tell them,” he says.

I look at the tied men. Voice hoarse.

“I’m theirs now.”

One of them sobs.

Matteo smiles.

He leans down. Kisses me soft.

Then whispers so only I hear.

“Tomorrow we go to your house. Your bedroom. Your bed.”

My eyes widen.

“We’re gonna fuck you there. On the sheets your daddy bought you. While his picture watches from the wall.”

Heat floods me again.

I nod.

Because I want it.

I want him to know.

I want everyone to know.

I’m ruined.

And I love it.