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"Not I would." I corrected removing my index finger from her warm mouth and I licked the finger, while she looked tempted by me while I enjoyed how much I licked the finger, her face was still on me and I could feel how much she wanted me just as I did. "You're my submissive," I pronounced. "Repeat it."

"I'm your submissive." She repeated obediently and I made a smile of satisfaction, a bit surprised at how willing she said those words.

"Again!" I ordered and she repeated the words.

I lowered my head to her cleavage and smelt her scent which made my dick bulge.

I placed a soft kiss on her breast before uncuffing her hands and I could see how surprised she looked at me from the corner of my eyes.

"What?" She called awkwardly. "No handcuffs for the sex?" She threw the question which came out sarcastically at me and I would wonder what in the world I can do to make her shut the fuck up.

I moved to the lower side of the bed and uncuffed her legs which were cuffed to the telescopic tube.

I raised my head at her after uncuffing her and she was looking unpleasantly at me, well I liked it. "Go to your room," I commanded, still standing at her front and she huffed in an upsetting demeanor.

"What manner of man are you?" She asked not leaving her sarcastic tone behind but I didn't reply to her and she went ahead to say. "Is this what the Italians call pleasure?" Micah asked, her disappointment evident in her voice.

"That is the simplest way I discipline my submissive who dared to run away from me without my permission," I spoke.

"And the hardest way?" She seemed to be even more braver and I smirked at how impatient she was getting with me.

"You don't wanna know," I said affirmatively.

"I do want to know." She opposed.

"Go to your room," I say picking up her gown from the floor, and I throw it to her. "Now!" I ordered.

"And who are you to tell me what to do?" She uttered daringly and I walked over to her side.

Her eyes followed me until I stopped beside her.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed some of her red hair into my clenched fist and she groaned while I enjoyed what I did, her groan turning me on more.

I make her look at my defiant expression. "I am your dominant," I answered her previous question while her lips shivered and her face reddening at how tight I was grabbing some folds of her hair. "When I give you a command." I paused placing my thumb on her upper lip. "I expect you to obey without questioning," I said in conclusion pinching her lower lip that felt soft against my pinch and I would almost start wondering whether I left a scar on it before freeing her hair out of my hold.

I walked out of ROP and to my bathroom where I ran a hot bath on myself.

I would have loved to make her know how Italians fuck, but she's too impatient to deal with the fun, I guess I still have a lot to teach her.

Sex isn't about cumming quickly, you've gotta enjoy it for more than minutes before giving in to pleasure.

Raining down some water on my body, I finally felt soothed and I walked out of the bathroom with my Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

My bedroom door was left open and I guessed Micah must have done that.

I walked to it, peeping out of my room whether I could see Micah but there was no trace of her and I closed the door, sure to know that I got her to the extent of her shot but didn't allow her to which was more than pleasure for me as her face replayed in my head and I bet how much I liked how annoyed she looked.

I wore my pajama pants and walked over to the bookshelf where I unlocked the safe and brought out my phone.

Scrolling over the phone contact, I phoned Black who picked up a second ring with a "Ciao."

"I won't be coming to the safe house tonight," I informed him. "You and the rest of the guys should take care of smuggling the weapons to Albania," I instructed glancing at a file in the safe.

"Okay sir, Buona notte," Black said a "Goodnight" and I hung up at once.

I hesitated before taking the file that was inside the safe.

It's been a while since I went through the file, I thought opening it and what came to my view was the boring family picture of mine which I have kept since my parents were killed twenty years ago.

Someone had started a fire in our pretty cottage and when I and Adam returned from a movie with our uncle we found our house to have turned into ashes with my parents' burnt body tied to a chair, the cops could not even identify if it was their body or not and that was when my autistic started.

I opened the next page and there was what I always read about. I turned to the last page and I couldn't even find anything that was related to my parents. The files only contained some unrelated records which I never found pleasure or fun in reading.

I was about to return the file when my eyes directed me to Geraldo, and I took a glimpse at it seeing my uncle's picture, but the surname wasn't what I knew him as. I thought reading out his English surname. "Winner."

The surname seems familiar and I was sure I had heard it before. I phoned Black again and he picked up immediately, I could hear noise coming from wherever he was and I speculated that he and the guys were already smuggling the weapons that Albania people bought from us.

"Chi é Geraldo vincitore?" I asked about Geraldo's strange surname.

"Geraldo?" Black shouted so I could hear him. "He's the one who sent the motherfucker Tommaso to spy on your brother, Adam," Black replied and I tried to stay calm.

If my uncle has a different surname than my biological father, does that mean he might not be my uncle? And he is sending someone to spy on me and my brother?

Why?

The thought ran through my head and Black snapped me back to life with a "Hello?"

"Find Geraldo Winner as soon as possible. Send me every detail you have on him, I'll be meeting with you tomorrow at noon." I said my piece and ended the call before Black could respond, running my hand through my hair in frustration.

I would like to get laid to get my head off this, but I knew that it was likely too late to reach Micah, as it was already two in the morning and I had no choice but to lay shirtless on the bed and silently meditate to get my thought in order or else I might be killing someone.