Page 62 of Stolen Compliance

He shivers as my breath ghosts over his skin, and I can’t help but smile, letting my tongue flick out to taste his delectable flesh. “You’re just looking for reasons to punish me. I did what I had to.”

Dominic laughs. “Oh, bunny… it’s not that we want to punish you…though that’s a gift I’ll never turn down. No, it’s more you’re begging for it.”

“Fuck you,” the bunny spits, but there’s no heat, not as I slide my hand down to his cock and cup the soft flesh over his pants.

I hum into his ear. “You haven’t earned it.”

Dominic releases Luca’s throat and sits back, spreading his legs wide and trapping Luca between them as I push him forward. “I think you forgot your place, but since you performed well enough, no one but us noticed you failed…we will only punish you a little bit.” Dominic sounds as if that’s a good thing and not probably the most fucked up part of this. Because is there ever such thing as a little punishment?

“Go ahead, Buttercup. You earned a treat. Take what you want.”

I wish I could say my cock got soft at the implications, but fuck if I’m just as twisted as the man who made me.

Pushing Luca into Dominic so he can hold the bunny, I undo Luca’s pants and almost get fucking kicked for the action, but there’s no leverage on the floor, and with two against one, the bunny is screwed.

I meant what I said, he hasn’t earned my cock yet, but soon. Very soon, he will…

Fisting his cock, I jerk him off until he hardens fully. He fights, fuck does he fight, trying to buck me off, even as Dominic suffocates him in his covered crotch, holding him down so I can tease, touch, and take my fill of the bunny without penetrating him with my fingers or cock.

That Luca is so resistant? That he wants to deny us both the pleasure? It only drives me up higher.

Grabbing his hips, I press against the seat behind me and flip him over, his body spread out on the floor of the limo, head cradled in Dominic’s lap as he holds him there. His pants are shoved to his thighs and his cock is hard and leaking, because his eyes and mouth may say one thing, but his body says another.

“You were given a treat earlier,” I tell him. “You denied us all the pleasure… You don’t get a choice this time.”

“Fuck. You,” he snarls. Gone is the submissive that gave the perfect example of compliance just two measly weeks ago. Now is the Second who is determined to not give in, who wants to deny his soul is just as twisted as ours…well, fuck that. He will learn. Not today, but soon enough.

This…this is just a taste of what’s to come.

With that, I bend over and take his cock in my mouth, holding his hands down to the floor and choking when he tries to buck me off by lifting his hips. All it does is slide his cock further into my mouth, though, and I moan around him at the sudden intrusion.

Dominic laughs as Luca moans, and there’s a hitch to his breathy whimpers as I start giving him a half-decent blow job that further makes my cock harden.

I can’t play with his balls since I don’t trust him to have his hands back, so all I can do is my best to give him a fast and hard blow, scraping my teeth across the head of his cock and taking it as far down my throat as the cramped position allows.

Whatever fight he has leaves as his cock swells and he fills my mouth. His cries are so sweet, and I wish I could see his face as he comes—next time.

Pulling off his softening cock, I look into his tear-filled brown eyes that, if they could, would smite me dead right where I kneel.

Grabbing his face, I force his mouth open and spit his cum into it, because he might have earned the orgasm for his performance tonight, he doesn’t have the right to have me swallow his seed, not when he also lied to us.

Forcing his jaw shut, I meet his gaze as I hold it closed so he has no choice but to swallow himself.

The hidden part of me mourns losing his trust, while the monster rejoices in taking what’s ours.

Dominic’s fingers in my hair make me flinch, but I allow him to bring my face up so our gazes lock. The darkness in his gaze makes me shiver, and my untouched cock throbs with need. “Good job, Buttercup.”

He drags his thumb across the corner of my mouth, showing me the lingering cum he swiped away, before feeding it to me.

The limo finally comes to a stop, and I have to force myself not to run out of the vehicle. I should feel ashamed that I leave Dominic to clean the bunny up, but I can’t. Feeling comes back as I escape to my room, the protective numbness I fell into at the auction sliding away and leaving me listless.

My knees barely hit the ground of my bathroom before bile burns up my throat, and I hunch over the toilet.

My humanity comes back with a vengeance, and it’s all I can do to not fall apart, to not give into the twisting, dark hatred inside, knowing that if tonight was a test of how far I broke…how deep my compliance runs…I passed in the eyes of Dominic and my father, but failed in my own.

The lake is far moodier today than it has been lately. I’m still drawn to it. After the chaos of the auction, I need the reminder that there’s something stronger than what I’m facing. Of course, the fact I chose this beach doesn’t help.

It’s here, after all, that I grabbed a man and tossed him to these evil Martellis. Not the good, like Il Padrone. I snort at the very thought. There was once a time I questioned my own loyalty to Il Padrone. But now? I see the truth far better than ever.