Like A Common Whore

BELLA’s POV

I buried my face into Alessandro’s lap, my fingers tightening around his legs as soft whimpers escaped my throat.

My body shivered as tears pooled from my eyes and fell on his trousers.

My backside throbbed painfully from the paddle and spanking while my inner thighs burned with a dull, bruised heat.

I had never experienced anything like this in my life. 

The sheer intensity of what they had done to me was excruciating, terrifying, and utterly overwhelming.

And yet, deep in the pit of my belly, a traitorous, lingering heat pulled at my swollen slicking center. 

Fuck.

I was supposed to hate this so much. Hate them too…

Yet….

My heart toppled in my chest.

I liked it. 

I liked the brutal, unyielding control they exerted over me and I liked the soft, sweet words Alessandro whispered into my hair even more as his fingers stroked my scalp.

‘’It’s alright, little pet.’’ He murmured, his voice a low hum against top of my head. ‘’You did well. It’s over now.’’ 

Gradually, the erratic beating of my heart slowly evened out.

The tears stopped, leaving my face hot and flushed against his knee.

Alessandro patted my cheek gently, coaxing me to sit up. “Go put something on and meet us in our study.’’

I nodded numbly, getting off the bed on trembling legs.

Back in my dressing room, I pulled on the skimpy outfit laid out for me by the maid.

It was a off shoulder bikini that did nothing to offer any coverage.

A small sigh escaped my lip. 

Adjusting the tight silver collar around my neck, I walked down the corridor toward the study.

My heart was beating incessantly in my chest for what they were about to do to me.

My core tightened and arousal pooled in between my legs as sexual thoughts filled my head.

With a soft sigh, I pushed open the heavy mahogany doors, expecting to find just the two of them.

My breath caught in my throat.

They weren't alone. 

Sitting in the plush leather chair across from Alessandro’s desk was an older, refined man in a expensive gray suit…a high-level associate, judging by the thick file in his hand.

They seemed to be in the middle of a meeting. 

My heart rate spiked and I felt cold sweat pool from my head.

Where they going to punish me for interrupting? 

I instantly backed up, trying to retreat into the hallway. “I’m sorry... I’ll come back later—”

“Isabella.’’ Domenico’s voice cut through the air, smooth and commanding. He didn't even look up from his papers as he motioned with two fingers for me to step forward. “Come here.”

I froze, the cold air from the study hitting my exposed skin as the guest turned to eye me with a slow, appraising glance. 

Shame burned hot against my cheeks.

I slowly stepped into the study, my fingers doing nothing to cover my exposed skin.

My hand tightened into fists by my side as I stopped just in front of Domenico and Alessandro’s desk.

Alessandro leaned back in his chair, gesturing toward the space between them beneath the desk. 

“Get on your knees and take care of us.’’ He  ordered, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute authority.

A sharp sting of insult ripped through my chest, drowning out the lingering warmth from earlier. 

What the fuck was he trying to prove by displaying me like a common whore in front of his guest?

This was insane! 

My chest heaved heavily as I corked him a death glare.

He had crossed a line! 

“No!’’ I spat, my voice trembling.

Domenico narrowed his eyes. “Bella—”

“I said no!’’ I snapped, throwing my chin up.

Before either of them could move, I turned on my heel and bolted down the hallway, ignoring Alessandro calling my name. 

My chest heaved heavily as i slammed my bedroom door shut, sliding down against the wood as tears glistened in my eyes.

‘’Fuck them!’’ I threw an invisible blow in the air, my voice trembling as I let the tears finally flow.

I stood in that position for a long while, basically clutching my legs together and bawling my eyes.

But the after effect of the crying was instantaneous.

I had disobeyed and ignored them in front of a guest.

They were going to punish me.

Fuck!

I rushed towards the middle of the massive four poster bed and leaned against it, my eyes laced on the door as I clutched the sheet tightly against my chest.

A second passed….then minutes…

CLICK.

My chest tightened.

The lock slowly turned and the door swung open.

Alessandro and Domenico stepped into the dim room, their suit jackets gone, their shirt sleeves rolled up to their elbows. 

The atmosphere in the room plummeted into something heavy, thick, and suffocating.

“You disobeyed us.’’ Domenico said, his voice dangerously soft as he walked up to the edge of the mattress.

“You tried to humiliate me!” I yelled, scrambling back toward the headboard. “I’m not a party trick you can perform for your business partners!”

Alessandro didn’t say anything. 

He slowly climbed onto the bed, grabbed my ankle and dragged me effortlessly across the silk sheets until I was flat on my stomach.

“You obey when you’re given an order.’’ He growled, bringing his palm down on my buttocks with a stinging slap.

I shrieked, tears stinging my eyes.

He didn't give me time to recover. He kept spanking my ass repeatedly till I was a shivering, catastrophic mess.

‘’Pleaseee…’’ My voice was barely above a whisper as snot fell slipped down my nose.

Domenico stepped forward gripped my waist, pulling my hips up into the air while Alessandro arranged himself behind me. 

Without a word of warning, Domenico guided himself straight into my front, while Alessandro aligned his broad length with my tight, weeping center from behind.

Before I could draw breath to scream, they pushed in together.

A ragged, shattered cry tore from my lungs as my body was stretched completely open, filled past capacity by their dual invasion. 

The sensation was overwhelming, a terrifying, ecstatic fullness that erased every thought from my brain. 

My hand tightened around the sheet till my knuckles turned white, a loud gasp escaping my lips.

They suddenly began to move, their thrusts brutal as they pounded into me from both sides, the intensity making the bed creak violently. 

‘’Oh Godd…’’ A moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back, my hips rocking backwards as I struggled to meet their pace.

Every time I reached the precipice of a blinding orgasm, every time my inner muscles tightened and my breath hitched, they stopped, forcing me to beg, to sob, to submit completely before granting me the barest sliver of release.

By the time they finally let me come, my mind was shattered, my skin soaked in sweat, and my body shivering uncontrollably under their heavy weight.

They kept up with the pleasurable torture, fucking me over and over and over agains till I cried release.

Hours later, I lay tucked between their warm bodies in the center of the bed. 

Domenico’s heavy arm was thrown over my waist, holding me flush against his side, while Alessandro stroked my damp forehead, gently thumbing away the residual tears on my cheeks.

I didn’t know what came over me but for the first time in my life, I felt safe.

I felt needed.

I felt like I could do or say anything.

‘’My father...” I whispered, my voice breaking the silence.

Alessandro’s hand paused in my hair. “What about him, Bella?”

‘’He hates me.’’ I choked out, fresh tears pouring down my eyes. ‘’He’d lock me in a cellar without food or water whenever he wasn’t ‘satisfied’. He calls me a mistake, a bastard that should have never been born. He says I’m not good enough, that I’m worthless. He—‘’ My breath caught in my throat as Domenico’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until his chest warm-pressed against my back. 

Alessandro leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, his thumb tracing the sharp line of my jawline with unprecedented tenderness.

“He’s a dead man, Bella.’’ He rasped, his eyes burning with rage.

I could feel the protectiveness and anger emanating from them both.

Domenico held my chin upwards till our eyes met. ‘’You’re not his anymore. You’re ours.”