“Yes. You kept secrets from me, Giovanna. Consequences, remember?”
A groan comes from the couch, and Una lifts her head, still out of it. Before I can move, Gi is off my lap, wrapping the purple rope around her and securing each end to the stone coffee tables on either side of the couch. I help her tie the knots, and when I’m done, we look at each other for a moment.
She sucks in a long breath and wipes her face. “I know you’re mad that I didn’t tell you all this crazy shit earlier. But I found out Una was fucking my father when I walked in on the two of them at the safe house this morning after you left. That’s when I realized that she was the woman in the pictures on Antonio’s phone that I found all those years ago, that she was the one he called his girlfriend.”
“And the baby, Gi? Our baby? Why didn’t you tell me about that?”
Tears spill down her cheeks faster than she can wipe them away. “The nurse told me I was pregnant when I was kidnapped, and Dr. Rossi confirmed it. Then Siena helped me take my own pregnancy tests today so I could see for myself.” She bows her head. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I was scared to tell you. But it’s not you. My brain is just fucked up right now.”
I go to her and take her in my arms. “You’re pregnant, Gi. And you were held captive by a sick fuck for more than eight weeks. You have the right to be as fucked up as you want. For as long as you want. No punishment needed, baby.”
She jerks her gaze up to mine, alarmed. “Don’t you dare take my punishment away, Tommy. I need it. I need you.”
She’s so warm in my arms, so soft. She melts right into me as I kiss her, my tongue melding with hers. I know exactly what she needs.
“Then get ready for your punishment, sweet girl,” I whisper. “It’s going to be unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.”
50
Giovanna
Tommy starts to lead me back into our bedroom, but I stop him. “Punish me here.” I point to the stone coffee table.
Tommy juts his chin toward Una. “Are you sure?”
But he’s already sliding his hands under my t-shirt.
“These are too tight!” Una is bleary but writhes in her ropes, flopping from side to side.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Tommy says to Una, his eyes on me, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. “The knots get tighter the more you move.” He leans in so his mouth is close to my ear. “You’ll find that out later, sweet girl. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Mmm, thank you, daddy,” I whisper back. “Ropes for part two of my punishment?”
His face darkens into a predatory smile. “Fuck yes.”
I raise my arms, and he lifts my t-shirt off over my head, kissing my breasts. Palming his hard cock, I close my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on my skin.
“So I’m to sit here and watch? Or are you expecting me to join?” Una sounds like she’s drunk, and she can barely hold herself upright. If it weren’t for the ropes holding her in a sitting position, she’d be laid out on the couch.
I turn my head toward her and snarl, “Not on your life.” Snatching the t-shirt that Tommy just took off me off the floor, I cross to Una. “Open your fucking mouth.”
She glares at me, not moving, until I grab a fist full of her hair and yank her head back.
When she finally drops her bottom jaw open, shooting daggers at me with her eyes, I stuff the t-shirt into her mouth.
“Since you like watching me get fucked so much, then you’ll appreciate watching me worship my man’s cock the way you wish you could. Eat your fucking heart out, cunt.”
Taking Tommy’s hand, I lead him over to one of the leather chairs and push him into it.
I kneel between his knees and unbuckle his belt. His cock is hard as the stone coffee table behind me, and I take my time, stroking him the way he likes, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock at the top of each stroke. He watches me silently, smoothing my hair, letting me be in control.
It doesn’t take long for that to change. As I keep my strokes light and teasing, he grips my nipples, pinching them hard. My moaning coupled with my teasing strokes makes him crazy. It doesn’t take long before he palms the back of my head and forces his cock down my throat.
But rather than drag me up and down his cock, he holds me there. My eyes water, and I gag, saliva pouring down his cock, my air completely cut off. When I’m gagging so hard that I’mheaving, he pulls me up by my hair and rubs my saliva around my mouth as I gasp for breath.
“No secrets, baby.”
I nod, and he shoves my head back down, snapping his hips up to fuck my face as I grip his thighs, digging in my nails. When he holds me down, his cock deep in my throat, I moan, refusing to tap out.
