Chapter 12 - No Control

CHIARA

I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me at Massimo's words. How could he be so twisted, so depraved? I was holding a knife to his throat, threatening his life, and yet he was still trying to manipulate me, to turn the situation to his advantage.

I pressed the knife deeper into Massimo's skin and more blood drips out, feeling a surge of anger and adrenaline. "You're sick," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "You're a monster."

Massimo's eyes never left mine, and I could see the excitement building in them. He was turned on by this, by the violence and the danger. He was a predator, and I was his prey.

"Let me go right now!"

He ignores me and simply stands up to his full height. As usual, my long legs gave me an advantage, I still stumbled back a bit but immediately regain my footing and press the knife deeper.

"Stop moving... I'll really kill you!"

Massimo ignores me and instead takes a step forward...and another, and another, and I back away until my butt hits the table.

"Stay away... don't come closer you fucker!"

I close my eyes and slash blindly but I feel warmth on my fingers and I immediately open them. My hands are covered in blood, and blood is pouring out of Massimo's stomach onto the floor. I gasp and my hands tremble. What did I just do?

I stumbled backward but the table behind me stops my movement, my eyes fixed on the blood.

"You've had your fun baby. Now it's my turn", I barely register his words as he takes the knife from my hand and places it on the table behind me. Then he undoes his tie, roughly grabs me and pushed me face down on the table. That's when I snap out of my daze.

"No no, wait! What are you doing?"

My hands are tied firmly behind me and then he turns me back around.

Massimo's dark eyes get even darker and I almost cannot see the whites in his eyes. He looks terrifying...evil.

He unbuckles his belt and grabs the knife beside me. What? Is he going to cut me open? Is this how I die?

I struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. His were cold, calculating, and full of a sinister intent. I thought I would grow old and have kids, maybe even 5, but I guess the universe has other plans.

"Please," I begged, trying to reason with him. " Massimo, don't do this. Let me go."

Massimo just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're not going anywhere, Chiara," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You're mine."

I felt a wave of fear wash over me as Massimo raised the knife. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. But instead of feeling the blade cut into my skin, I felt Massimo's hands on my clothes, cutting them away with the knife. I don't know if it was by accident or on purpose, but the knife cuts into my side and I scream.

I opened my eyes to find Massimo staring at me, his eyes burning with desire. "You're so beautiful, Chiara," he said, his voice low and husky. " But you would be more beautiful with my blood on you"

He gathers blood from his bleeding stomach and rubs it on me, my face, my neck, my breasts, my pussy.

He leans back to admire his work, " Beautiful", Then he takes blood from the knife wound on my side and licks it before rubbing it on his skin.

"You disgusting shit!"

He ignores me again but he takes more blood from himself and holds his finger to my lips. He can't be trying to do what I'm thinking, right? No fucking way in hell!

"Open your pretty mouth Chiara. If you even attempt to use your teeth, I will fuck you with this knife".

My body stilled as I tried to imagine him doing just that. I will die a very painful death. He pressed his finger to my lips and I shake my head.

"Chiara... Open your mouth", I felt something cold on my pussy and I looked down...the knife, he placed it right at my entrance.

I immediately open my mouth and he puts his bloodied finger in my mouth.

"Suck it clean like a good girl", defiance burned in my veins but I obey, licking his fingers clean, and he groans in pleasure.

His cock replaces the knife and he slowly eased himself into me with a groan, I gasp... I can't ever get used to this.

"You're so fucking tight baby"

"Fuck you! I hope you rot in hell!", I say trying to push his finger out of my mouth with my tongue but he doesn't budge, tears stung my eyes but he doesn't seem to care. Instead he puts his other hand between us and rubs against my clit. I feel sparks go through my body and my back arches. No no no, I can't feel pleasure from this, I can't. I try to push his finger out of my mouth again but he holds firm.

He draws circles around my clit and then leans down to capture my bloodied breast in his mouth , sucking nibbling, teasing. I moan and I tighten around him making him groan.

"See how much your body responds to me Chiara?" He rotates his hips and I cry out, struggling against the restraints holding my hands. I shouldn't be feeling this... I shouldn't...

"You see how much better it feels when you are not fighting me? I will be the only man to ever make you feel this way"

Then he thrusts harder and faster and my moans get louder. Fuck him!

I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, despite my best efforts to resist it. Massimo's hands and mouth were expertly manipulating my body, drawing out a response that I couldn't control.

I tried to push the feeling away, to tell myself that it was wrong to enjoy this. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, arching and twisting to meet Massimo's thrusts.

I felt a surge of shame and guilt, knowing that I was trapped in this situation. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the physical sensations that were coursing through my body.

Massimo's words echoed in my mind, "You see how much better it feels when you are not fighting me?" And I knew that he was right. My body was responding to him, despite my best efforts to resist.

And so, I let my body respond to Massimo's touch, even as my mind recoiled in horror. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew that it was necessary. I had to survive, no matter what it took.

All thoughts leave my head as he inclines his body and thrusts upward and I scream, my body shaking slightly as my orgasm washes through me. Massimo doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting, stretching out my orgasm and then I feel spurts of his cum coating my insides.

As the orgasm subsided, I felt the shame and humiliation wash over me. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been so focused on survival, on enduring the trauma that Massimo was inflicting on me, that I had lost control of my own body.

I felt like I had betrayed myself, like I had given in to Massimo's twisted desires. The thought made me sick to my stomach.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, I couldn't help but wonder what Massimo would do next. Would he continue to violate me, to use my body for his own twisted pleasure? Or would he finally tire of me, discard me like a used toy?

I didn't know, and the uncertainty was terrifying.