LOGINWhy did I want to be spanked until my ass was raw?The idea of being completely consumed by him, of surrendering to the overwhelming force of his touch, sent a thrill through me. I wanted to be grabbed, to be held in a way that made every part of me burn. It felt dangerous, reckless and I hated myself for wanting it."Oh, you dirty little..." He murmured in realisation and paused, seeking any sort of objection to him finishing that sentence and when he didn't find any, he bent down eye level and whispered, "gay"I breathed out, feeling a strange euphoric feeling wash over me. My hand reached down to my dick, desperate and aching for any friction. Alessandro grabbed my wrist hard, almost bruising the skin but successfully stopping me."No. You're not allowed to." He was stern with his words and I nodded even though my dick was throbbing badly."Turn around, on your knees." He said softly, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. I knew what was coming -and I could sense he knew exactly ho
My knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and I didn’t dare look up. The carpet scraped against my skin, grounding me as everything inside me burned with desperation. Alessandro stood above me like a shadow, a god of punishment and pleasure wrapped into one devastating presence.He circled me slowly, fingers grazing the back of my neck, light as air but heavy with promise. “Good boy,” he murmured again, that same low purr that unraveled me from the inside out.I swallowed hard, throat dry. My skin was still throbbing, a roadmap of every touch he left behind. I was trembling part from pain, part from the anticipation that clung to my bones.He stopped in front of me, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t get to finish until you’ve earned it,” he said, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “And I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, do you?”I shook my head, lips parted but no sound coming out.“Use your words, Nikolai.”My stomach fluttered. “N
I moved faster, chasing the pressure building between us, my moans falling freely as heat wrapped around every nerve. His name spilled from my lips like a prayer, and his grip on my hips tightened, guiding me harder, deeper.I felt him throb inside me, and my own climax crept closer, tension curling in my core until it was too much to bear.At that point, Alessandro decided to crank it up a notch. He held the back of my thighs, holding me in place and started slamming upwards into me at a brutal continuous speed."Holy fucking sh-." I screamed out, my breath hitch with each syllable as the air left my lungs and I was rendered incapable of finishing the sentence. Alessandro was relentless, thrusting into me until it felt like I was floating on a cloud of untainted pleasure with the inability to grip reality.I couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from my lips as he drove into me with relentless precision. Each thrust hit deeper, rougher, and it lit something inside me—something wild an
Another day...Another morning...Still, it did nothing to calm the turmoil I felt inside of me. Everything around me was just the same but I didn't feel the way I used to. I feel hateful all the time, anger is the only emotion coursing through my veins right now.It bubbled and twisted beneath my skin, simmering like lava waiting to erupt. The light that used to reach into the cracks of my soul no longer touched me. Everything felt dimmer, darker, like I was trapped beneath a fog that refused to lift.Ten days, I spent ten days in that cell but it felt like a year. It felt as if that cell didn't belong in this world, time passed by slowly there.The walls of that place were not just cold, they were suffocating. They fed on my silence, devoured my sanity. Seconds dragged like hours, and hours bled into eternity. No sunlight, no sound but the echo of my own shallow breathing and the ghost of footsteps I learned to dread.I looked out of the window and felt nothing... this view always b
"I'm sorry, Niko, I'm sorry I let them take you, I'm sorry I wasn't there," his voice was so low, so hushed, it barely skimmed the edge of my hearing even though his mouth was right next to my ear. It wasn’t just soft it was broken, like a confession he didn’t know how to make.My whole body trembled, breath ragged and shallow. His warmth pressed against me and it was suffocating."No! You are not sorry!" I choked out through my sobs, my voice hoarse and raw. "I know I don't matter to you, I know I don't mean anything to anyone, least of all you!" The words spilled out like a wound tearing open, years of pain behind them, aching to be heard."Shh... I'll make it alright, I promise," he whispered, a vow carried in his breath.I tried to shake my head, tried to shake off the fantasy. "You can't! You can't." My voice cracked on the last word, brittle and hopeless."I will, I need you to trust me, okay?" he murmured, his lips brushing soft kisses against my temple, like he could press awa
I'm weak.Too fucking weak.I let him get too close to me. Yes, I couldn't deny it now.He got under my skin like no other woman had done before. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, even the smallest, quietest sigh from him each one carved a deeper mark inside me.I apologized. I fucking apologized to him. I never apologize to anyone. Pride has always been my armor, my fortress. But for him, I broke down that wall. If he had asked me to drop to my fucking knees in front of him, I would have. And the thought pissed the shit out of me. Alessandro Costello dropped to his knees for a fellow man... scratch that — for a boy.No body's tears have ever affected me, if anything, I always thought of them as a sign of weakness, a way people tried to manipulate or crumble under pressure. But I couldn't bear the sight of his tears. Watching him so fucking unhappy messed with my sanity, rattled my core. I want him back. I want that innocence, that doe-eyed look back. I want his fucking smile
The moment Marco dropped me off back at home , I didn’t bother going upstairs to my room. I walked straight through the foyer, past the stupidly grand staircase, and into the kitchen like I owned the place.The wide marble island was spotless, as always. A bowl of fruit sat in the center like some
A week.Seven days of the same suffocating routine, and somehow it felt longer than the entire month before it.Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing.The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of
EMMA'S POVThe next morning came too soon.Sunlight sliced through the heavy curtains like it had a personal grudge against me. I woke up with a dull headache, mouth dry, body heavy from crying myself to sleep. For a second I forgot where I was, then the scent of expensive linen and the faint trace
EMMA'S POVTears welled in my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, holding them back. I just wanted to go back to my old life. I curled up under the covers, my body trembling as the tears silently fell. The weight in my chest grew, making it hard to breathe with every second that passed. I shook with qu







