The memory of everything that’s happened flashes in front of me as I stare at the cage on the other side of the room. I look at the clock, and the hour is up.
I don’t want to tell him though. I’m not ready to go back. But I don’t have to, do I?
I frown, realizing my initial thought was that I should be in there. In a cage. I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t even be in this fucking room.
I look up at Gio and wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what his plans are for me, but I can’t ask. All the time I’ve been here, I’ve never asked. I know I’m a gift. I know he wants me.
Maybe this thing between us is real. Maybe he feels what I feel. I’ll never know if I don’t ask. But my blood runs cold. What if it’s not the same for him? What if I’m mistaken?
“Gio,” I gather the courage to ask, my breathing quickening with the fear of what his answer will be. “I don’t want to stay in this room anymore.” I can’t look at him as I ask. But the lack of an immediate answer makes my eyes rise to his piercing blue gaze.
He watches me for a moment, and my heart clenches. Something’s wrong with me to think that he’d care what I want. But I did. I thought… I don’t know what I was thinking. Just before I move to pull away from him and search for the woman I used to be, he pulls me closer into his chest.
“This won’t be forever, princess.” He whispers his words. I don’t resist, but there are so many unanswered questions, so much more that I need to know.
“If I’m good--” I start to ask, but he presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.
“You’re perfect. And I promise,” his eyes pierce so far into me, I’m mesmerized by his gaze. “Soon, everything will be different. I promise you.”
His words are vague, but I trust him. I lean into his touch and press my lips against his. This is all I need right now.
Emotions overwhelm me, my body heating with a mix of anxiety and something more, something that’s sinful and dangerous. Something vulnerable and raw.
Gio breaks our kiss, and I feel lightheaded and breathless.
“Come sit on your throne, princess,” he groans, lifting me as though I weigh nothing and spreading my thighs apart as he lies on the bed and lowers my pussy onto his face.
His tongue laps at my sex as I grip onto his hair and nearly collapse forward from the sudden intense pleasure.
He doesn’t let up. Licking and sucking and making my body shudder in utter pleasure, he's relentless.
I throw my head back and moan his name, “Gio.”
He groans into my pussy and sucks at my clit, forcing a scream from my throat. Yes! I grind my cunt into his face, wanting more and being so close, so soon.
“Cum for me, princess,” he whispers, lifting me off of him before spearing his tongue into my opening.
All form of common sense and survival leave me.
He’s broken me down and made me something I never thought I’d be. I’m a slave to our desires.
I am only his.
Chapter 23
Gio
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The night of the hit comes sooner than I thought it would.
Each day, I go to Grace and I train her. It goes slowly at first, but soon she warms up to the task. In fact, I can tell that she’s enjoying it. She went from being afraid of leaving her cage to being out of it all the time. Sometimes she wears the clothes I give her, but more often than not she stays naked. I catch her drawing, reading, bathing, and she doesn’t run like she used to.
She’s finally submitted to me. My princess finally sees that it’s better to give in than it is to fight.
Because I take care of her. I cater to her every need. It’s true that she’s still stuck in the room even though she doesn’t want to be in there, but it’s not much of a prison. She has everything she could possibly need.
And then some. At night when she’s lonely, I can hear her softly begging my name. I love the sounds of her wanting me. I’ll come to her then, in the middle of the dark long night, and I’ll give her everything she needs. She arches her back under my touch as my lips graze her neck. I whisper in her ear, make her beg for my thick cock.
