10• Micah.

I looked around the busy city of Sicily at night. Cars were driving on the road with some people walking on the sidewalk.

I didn't even know where I was going, I just wanted to run away from that pathetic psycho who wanted me as a sex slave.

After hearing his words, I knew he wasn't pulling a prank, and for two days he said, I would be in his underground cage, confined like a prisoner and he would have pleasure with me.

His voice echoing in my head was even making me tremble.

Although I don't know if I'm beginning to get excited at the thought all I could think of is; he's a real monster.

Who has sex with a lady while imprisoning her?

"Please, help me. I was kidnapped by some gangsters."I shouted in one breath and the ladies glared at me muttering some Italian words at themselves. "Fuckin help me, please! Or just take me to a cop shop." I begged.

"Sorry, we can't help you." One of them said and they hurried away.

"Seriously!" I shouted after them. "Gosh!" I exclaimed as I pushed my hair, which had been blown by the wind, away from my face.

I wandered until I came across a telephone booth. I quickly stepped inside and dialed Ricky's number but the automated voice informed me that the number was not in service!

I punched in the number again, and again but the automated voice didn't cease to get on my nerves.

I was about to try again when I felt a powerful hand grabbing my arm and yanking me towards them.

Sullivan was the last person I wish to see right now.

My breasts were resting on his chest and I could hardly hear his heart beating. Probably he doesn't have one.

Our hands were still outstretched in the air, his other hand wrapped around my waist while mine rested on his broad chest.

For a second, his blue orb felt strangely coaxing as if he was capable of protecting me, and his aura at that moment was having my head spinning and heart jumping.

Was he angry? Well he is, and I don't give a fuck but how the hell did he know I escape?

"Ciao punkin." He greeted.

"Fuck you! Go look for your pumpkin somewhere else!" I spat trying to release myself from his hold, but he was so strong that every time I struggled, his grip was tightening the more on my wrist.

"Wanna run?" He asks huskily. "Let's see if you will be able to run after some punishment." He then dragged me out of the telephone booth and I began screaming attracting some passerby who only stared dumbly at the scene as if we were acting in some runaway movie.

Sullivan pushed me inside the back seat car, shutting the door behind me, as he turned to enter the driver's seat I opened the car door and began running, screaming for help...

I ran to my maximum energy. While I had thought I had already gotten away from him, he appeared as a ghost at my front and I was about to turn to continue my marathon when he suddenly carried me tossing me on his shoulder.

Not again! "Help!" I cried but my voice didn't have any impact on the Italian passerby.

Sullivan arrived at where he parked his car and made me sit in the car's front seat. He fastened the seat belt and shut the door hurrying to enter the driver's seat.

Even before I could unfasten the belt, he was already sitting beside me and I huffed angrily.

He ignited the engine and sped off violently making me hit my head on the headrest while I tried to catch my breath.

"Motherfucker." I cussed breathing out.

Throughout the drive, he didn't utter any word and I kinda hate it. I was cursing him all through but he was acting as if I was invincible and I couldn't help but close my eyes and try to think back about my life.

The car suddenly pulled to a stop, when I opened my eyes, it didn't seem as if he had taken me to the mansion but after a long look at the building standing in front of me, I realized it was his parent's house but probably this was a back gate.

"Get out!" He commanded after opening the car door and I closed my eyes pretending as if I didn't hear him. "Micah," He finally pronounced my name and I liked the way he pronounced it with an Italian accent but I didn't budge.

He unfastened the seat belt and pulled me out of the car to the extent that I thought I hadn't practiced enough exercise with the way he dragged me.

The back gate opened and I smiled consciously, aware that he'd start acting autistically and that's when I could boss him around but no. Sullivan proved me wrong.

He squatted and opened an under-the-ground door which appeared from nowhere and I raised my eyes inquisitively at him.

"Climb down." He ordered but that wasn't quenching my curiosity.

"Why? Is this the way to the living room?" I fired.

"I guess I'd have to put some cameras in the living room because of you." He replied.

"Sullivan." I don't know why I pronounced his name but I kinda did, breathing out. "Whatever---" I stopped my words when his hand reached my butt, and I could tell he was about to push me inside this godforsaken trap door, where I had no idea where it would lead me. "I will scream." I threatened, observant enough to know that he wouldn't let me scream because his family might hear us.

"I wish to see how well you can!" He said, kicking my leg, and they entered the door while my hand held the ladder for dear life.

He successfully got me to climb down the ladder when his shoes began stepping mercilessly on each of my fingers, and I didn't even know the time I finished climbing down the ladder because I was concerned about my fingers, which were already sore and pink.

I watched him take the final step, down the ladder and I could hear the trap door closing by itself, but I didn't have the time to wonder who might have closed the door while he dragged me to the king-sized bed, his gaze was hard on me and I was even beginning to feel scared.

I wanna scream but I could not, it was as if my voice were just as frightened as mine.

"You think you can run away from me?" He said hoarsely. "Now I'm gonna make you know that whoever runs away from me without my permission will be punished." He growled, and I tried to find my voice but the idiot was gone. "Strip yourself." He ordered and my jaw dropped while I tried to regain my courage.

"Sullivan---"

"Now!" He barked.

Funnily, I started peeling off my dress like I was just given orders by the Most High, which I must follow.

Sullivan unbuttoned the black shirts that he hadn't worn earlier this morning, while I got busy peeling off my dresses.

It wasn't my first time being naked in front of a guy, but I was shy with Sullivan, and I struggled to take off my panties and bra.

He walked over to me, carrying me around his arms in a bridal style, and I got a glimpse at one of the tattoos on one side of his abs, which was "Adamo," Italian for Adam.

Sullivan placed me rather gently on the king-sized bed, and he began cuffing my hands with a leather handcuff that was fixed to the king-sized bed.

I was still looking speechless and naively at him, my mind blank, and all I could see was him moving to my legs, then he cuffed my leg too.

"What the fuck." I called out gullibly, widening my legs as if, if I did that, the cuff would break free from my leg.

"It's a telescopic tube." He says. "The more you do that. The more it widens." True to his words, the cuff stretches, making my legs even wider, and I could keep up with that, but not with how horny I was becoming...

I want him at that moment, and I find myself giving in to any goddamn pleasure he wants to make both of us feel.

I didn't even know the time I started smiling seductively at him and he seemed to enjoy my act.

From my toes, he licked upward to my pelvis, where I slowly made a move wanting him to come further upward.

He glanced at me, and I muttered a single word. "Please." I pleaded.

He smirked, and he began taking off my panties while I closed my eyes, wanting more of his punishment.

I could feel my panties down on my ankle, and his hand trailed to the center of my vagina.

I felt his hand move up to my clitoris and I breathed in, suppressing my moan.

He began exploring my clit, stroking its head, and feeling the hood. He reached out under it and slowly traced circles on my clit using his fingers. Before I knew it, he was increasing the pressure and speed.

"Fuck!" I finally let out a moan, wishing to grab the bedsheet, but my hands were still cuffed in the air.

Sullivan uses his other hand to move down and along my inner and outer labia, slowly caressing my vaginal hole, still playing with my clit. He even inserted one of his fingers inside my canal, bending it inside and moving it in a "come hither" motion.

I clenched my hands, breathing rapidly feeling my heart beating horrifyingly.

I have never felt like this with any man before, not even Adam. But Sullivan right here, seems to be making the sexual desires I've never thought come true.

His finger was still swirling inside of me, and another of his hands was on the tip.

"Sulli," I called, unable to control my breathing, my vagina was beginning to tighten, and I could feel my orgasm about cumming when he suddenly stopped, and I quickly opened my eyes. I had no idea I was closing. "Why did you stop?" I panted. "Please go on." I pleaded to let out the shot that had begun building inside of me.

"Do you promise to be my submissive?" He asked out of the blue, still staring coldly at me.

"Get your fuckin hand inside of me," I ordered, wishing for him to continue his act so I could let out the shot that is beginning to trouble me.

"Answer me."

"You said you don't need my permission before making me a submissive. Why the question now?" I asked him, frustrated.

"Yes. I don't need your permission." He replied walking over to me on the right side. "But I wish to know if you're in or not." He added bringing his face to mine. "Me asking, shouldn't make you think I am a fucking angel." He added in using two fingers to open my mouth forcefully, and he dipped a finger, which I assumed by the taste of the saltines to be the one that had been inside of me.

Holy fuck!

He moved the finger out and Inside of my mouth as if fucking my mouth with his finger, and my horniest knew no bounds as it took over me, and I bet how much I want him at that moment.

"Yes," I uttered his finger still in my mouth. "I'd be your submissive," I said, watching his stern look, and he made a smug smile.

I just gave in to him. I reminded myself but this is not the time to act with pride. I want this tattooed guy. Right now, inside me. With force.