“Overwhelming,” I gasp out.
But overwhelming doesn’t touch it. My legs are trembling, my breathing ragged, and something is building inside me that I have no framework for. This isn’t like getting myself off. This originates somewhere deeper, somewhere I didn’t know existed, and it’s climbing with a momentum I can’t control.
“Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for. Stop? Don’t stop? I can’tthinkstraight.
He adds a second finger, and it feelsgood, both digits working that same, devastating place inside me. His other hand leaves my neck and flicks at the cage hanging between my wide-open legs, the metal ringing softly as it vibrates against my trapped erection. “You like it, golden boy. Don’t you?”
The combination of sensations is too much. The pressure crests. I come, but not like anything I recognize. No release, no relief. Just wave after wave of obliterating pleasure radiating from somewhere so deep inside it feels tectonic. I spasm around his fingers, making sounds I will never forgive myself for, as clear fluid spills through the filigree cage and drips onto marble.
He works me through every second of it until the pleasure flips to agony and I’m begging him to stop, every nerve ending shrieking?—
Andfinallyhe withdraws his fingers.
I’m panting hard, head lowered almost into the sink. The intensity was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—terrifying and incredible at the same time. But the way he did it, so detached and methodical, like I’m a specimen to be studied rather than a person…
“Up,” he says.
I stand upright and Damiano moves to the sink. He washes his hands like he’s just performed surgery. That dispassionate attitude of his makes something hard settle in my belly, even as aftershocks of pleasure still ripple through me.
He dampens a washcloth with warm water and holds it out. “Clean yourself up.”
I take the cloth with trembling hands, acutely aware of the clear fluid still leaking from me, pooling on the marble floor between my feet. “Whatwasthat?” I ask quietly.
“That’s the button that turns off your brain, little prince.”
I wipe myself clean awkwardly, embarrassed to have him watching me. I’m still trying to process what I just felt. “But why did you…”
“I bought your body. Did you think I wouldn’t use it?”
I force myself to meet his eyes. “But you didn’t use it. Not for your own pleasure. So try again.”
He leans in, but I refuse to shrink back. “You know what?” he asks in a low, intimate tone. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll bebeggingfor my cock.”
“That’s still not an answer,” I point out. “So I’ll ask again. Why did you do that to me?”
I half expect a backhand from him, but he just gives an unwilling smirk. “What’s that thing they say? Knowledge is power.” He takes the cloth from me, tossing it over the golden butt plug dismissively. “Come on,” he says, taking my arm almost gently this time. “You need to eat. I’ve got plans for you, Clemenza, and they depend on you being strong and healthy.”
He steers me back toward the dining room, and I go, because I have no choice, and because my legs are barely operational.
But my brain is already coming back online. And what it’s telling me is this: my new owner just demonstrated that he can dismantle me with two fingers and a few minutes of patience. He found the override switch.
I have a year in this house. Three hundred and sixty-five days with a man who now knows exactly how to take me apart.
I need to find the thing that takeshimapart.
And I need to find it fast.
CHAPTER 12
CALIGULA
Damiano takesme back to the formal dining room, where the mouthwatering smells hit me again—roast chicken, herbs, garlic. My belly lets out a loud, embarrassing complaint.
“You sound hungry,” he says.
The understatement of the century. But I’m distracted by a recurring thought: this housedefinitelyisn’t empty, because Damiano sure didn’t cook this spread himself, or set it out ready for our return so late at night. And no Giuliano Enforcer would let casual hires roam around his house while he’s busy buying the last Clemenza heir at auction.
So he has staff. Trusted staff. Staff who know about me and who will, presumably,seeme at some point.
