It was Giovanni.
He walked up to the woman tied to his bed and bent a hand down to pet the side of her face. She jumped a little at his touch, but it only made him smile. His hand crawled to cover her mouth and then he touched the device to the space between her legs. She yelped, though it was muffled by his hand. He was torturing her.
I slapped my hands around my mouth to keep from screaming. What the hell was going on here? Was this my fate? Was I not the only woman being held captive in this place?
I felt like I had to save the woman, but what could I do? Gio could overpower us both easily, which was even more obvious now with his muscles on full display. I could yell, maybe? Or just run in and try and catch him off guard, but before I could make any decision, something even more mind-boggling happened.
“Gio,” the woman moaned out. “More.” She contorted her body like she was trying to get to Gio.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he responded, reminding me of the sound he made when he discovered me with my phone. “That’s not how we ask nicely, is it?”
A shiver ran down my spine.
Ask nicely.
“Please,” the woman whimpered. “Please touch me, Gio.”
“Where?” he said.
She moved her legs as much as she was able in the binds. “My pussy. Please.”
Gio smiled down at the woman, running a hand from her face down over her breasts and stomach. “Good girl.” He climbed on the bed between her legs and arched himself to push into her. He did so with one long thrust, and the woman threw her head back, letting out a moan of ecstasy, the likes of which I’d never seen before.
And certainly, had never experienced.
“It feels good!” the woman screamed. “It’s so good!”
“See what happens when you give me control?” Gio asked as he pushed in and pulled out. “Do I have control?”
“Yes!” she whimpered. “You have control!” The look on her face was like she was experiencing the greatest pleasure that had ever come to her before. It had my heart racing so fast I thought it was going to explode from my chest. “Can I come?” she asked.
A wicked smile crossed Gio’s face. “You may.”
The woman arched all the way backward and went totally silent. It looked as if she was trying to get sound out of her mouth, but nothing would come. It didn’t look like she was faking it, rather, it looked like she had no control over the sensations she was experiencing. I could see tears streaming down her face and sweat on her brow, but she had a huge smile on her face.
Finally, she was able to squeak out a moan as she came down, and Gio ran a hand up her stomach. I’d never fully seen his arms before, but they were covered in tattoos. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Good job,” he said, and then in a heart-pounding moment, he looked up and locked eyes with me. “Good girls get good rewards.”
More afraid than I was of the scene was the fact that my first impulse was to move closer, not further. I closed my eyes to break free of the spell and raced from the room, feeling like I could keel over from a heart attack at any moment. I followed the arrows I’d written on the walls back to my room and when I pushed inside, Milli was sitting on the couch with his leg crossed, totally unphased by my disappearance.
He looked over at me and stood up, walking up to me and handing me the glass of juice he’d gone to retrieve. He had an evil smile on his face, one that matched the sinister laugh that curdled out of him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
He didn’t wait for a response from me, just walked around me and out of the room, leaving me with the deafening sound of the lock being latched. I threw my back against the door and slid down to sit on the floor.
What the hell did I just witness?
And why in the world did it make me painfully aroused?
15
GIO
As Emily and I walked down the hallway towards the elevator, I noticed a few small, pencil-mark arrows on the corners of some of the walls. I smiled to myself, knowing internally that it had been Avion’s attempt to make some heads or tails of where she was going. Smart, even if it didn’t go according to plan.
Well, not according toherplan.
Unfortunately for her, there were two things that Avion didn’t know that made her escape attempt doomed from the start. The first was that I’d intentionally designed my home to be something akin to a labyrinth. I wanted it so that, if anyone ever tried to storm my fortress, they’d have one hell of a time finding me inside of it. Each floor had progressively more rooms, doors, and hallways, apart from the fifth floor, with the fourth floor being the most confusing as the floor with my office, and the third floor not far behind it given that it had my bedroom on it.
