Bound by the Don
Brook Wilder
Previously – on Chained by the Don
Sharon
She sank to the floor, officially defeated. The men continued to argue and converse with Vittorio. The conversation fluctuated in volume, but Sharon couldn't even hear it over the sound of her heart breaking. She felt profoundly foolish to have fallen for Vittorio's nice-guy act. He bought me at a sex slave auction, for God's sake, Sharon realized. He'd told her he was there to watch out for girls he knew that were missing, but she was starting to think he could have lied about that too. He was probably in the market for a slave and sniffed her innocence out, figured she'd make a good submissive.
I'm so stupid, Sharon thought, shaking her head and pushing the base of her palms against her eyes. I really believed he loved me, too.
Sharon got to her feet and walked on wobbly legs back to the room she'd slept in. She crashed face first into the unmade bed, pressing her head into the pillows to relieve the migraine-like pressure in her head. Her mind whirled.
How am I going to get out of here? she wondered.
The only shoes she had were her boating shoes and she doubted they were comfortable or sturdy enough to get her far if she tried to run on foot. Not like it mattered. She had no idea where she was, and Vittorio had cars and who knew what else. He'd have her back in his captivity in no time, probably ready to inflict plenty of punishment on her for trying.
What Sharon needed was access to one of Vittorio's cars, but she had no idea how she would pull that off. She was positive he had to be keeping his keys somewhere private. It wasn't like he was going to leave her ample opportunity to leave. Especially not after her outburst the night before.
Hmm, Sharon thought, stroking her chin like a movie villain while she considered. She tried hard to remember what Vittorio had done with his car keys when they had come in. Had he put them in one of his pockets? No …
The nightstand! Sharon could picture his keys perfectly, in a little heap on the bedside table in that first bedroom. As far as Sharon knew, Vittorio hadn't left since they'd gotten to the mansion. Reasonably, she could bet that the keys were still there. Could she sneak across the hall and grab them while Vittorio had his meeting downstairs?
After little consideration, she decided that probably wasn't a great idea. She had no idea when Vittorio would be coming back upstairs. Even if she got the keys, what would she do with them if he wanted to talk to her or came looking for them? She winced, she could practically feel the violent slashes of his belt against her supple flesh already. She'd definitely be in for some punishment if he caught her with his keys. She was going to have to sneak them out when she knew he wouldn't be looking for them or using them anytime soon.
Aha! Sharon thought. She finally got it. She could seduce him, take his keys after he fell asleep and then drive like hell. Even then, she was running the risk of him waking up and chasing her in any of his other cars or thwarting her attempt before she even made it out of the garage. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but it was all she had.
The day dragged on as Sharon hid in her yellow room, waiting for Vittorio to come find her. Her mind raced in a thousand different directions. She tried to think through every aspect of her plan from start to finish. What she would do if Vittorio didn't want to have sex, if he didn't sleep next to her, if the keys were gone, if he followed her? Before she knew it, the sun had set and left the sky in a dark, dusky haze.
It didn't seem like Vittorio was coming to get her, but Sharon was getting restless. She ventured out of the room again, into the dark hallway.
"Hello?" she called out. "Vittorio?"
To her surprise, Vittorio came out of his room across the hall. How long had he been in there, so close to me? Sharon wondered.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Just wanted to … say hi." Sharon said, awkwardly fiddling with the long sleeves of his sweatshirt. "We haven't talked since last night, so … "
"Yeah, just trying to respect your space." Vittorio quipped. "Been kind of a busy day."
"Have time for … a little break?" Sharon asked him in her best husky, lustful voice.
Vittorio's eyebrows raised a bit. Clearly he hadn't expected her to want to fuck him. Sharon wasn't even sure she did really want to. But, if it got her in the room, closer to the keys, and tired Vittorio out, she was willing to do anything.
"I could probably work that in," Vittorio said tentatively, still watching Sharon with suspicious eyes.
Sharon swung her hips as she walked closer to him. She put her small hand on his chest and beamed up at him with an adoring smile. Despite her horrific realizations about Vittorio and all his probable lies, he still looked and felt like the sexy man she'd shared many nights of passion with. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. When he leaned down to kiss her, it was sweet and warm. The feelings his kiss ignited within her were fully at odds with her fear and she felt her resolve to run diminish just a little.
Monster or not, she really had fallen for him.
Sharon broke the kiss and pulled away from Vittorio. "Shall we?" she asked, sauntering into the bedroom with Vittorio close behind her.
"Indeed, we shall!" he teased, lifting his baggy sweatshirt over her head.
Sharon hadn't had a chance to change since they'd arrived at the house, so she dropped her day-old panties with her chinos and wriggled out of the flowy baby doll. She stood before Vittorio, completely bare. His eyes tracked up and down her body, his hungry gaze tracing every one of her curves.
"Jesus," he said, appreciatively.
Sharon placed her hand back on his chest and gently pushed him until the backs of his legs bumped the bed. "Sit down," she instructed him.
"Oh really?" he asked incredulously. He may have been surprised by her sudden take charge attitude, but he did what he was told.
Sharon climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. She could already feel the bulge between his legs growing as she placed a delicate hand on either side of his face and brought him in for a fiery kiss. She pushed her nimble little tongue into his mouth and teased his. Vittorio kissed her back, seeming pleased.
Good, Sharon thought. She felt almost completely in control. She had never felt so powerful or free. Not only was Sharon going to take him for a change, but once she was finished she would be a free woman.
She rocked her hips against him as she kissed him, his grateful hands guiding her back and forth against his lap. She tangled her hands in his black hair. It was softer than she expected. She gently pulled his head back, exposing his long, stubble-covered neck. Sharon trailed a line of kisses down his throat, stopping just above his collarbone to sink her teeth into him.
Vittorio groaned his approval, one hand wandering up to squeeze and caress the soft round globe of Sharon's ass. Sharon kissed her way back up his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.
"I should give you space more often," Vittorio joked.
If you only knew how much space I'm about to take from you, Sharon thought. She smiled despite herself.
She took two handfuls of his soft cotton t-shirt and pulled it over Vittoriohis head. She pressed her bare breasts against the warm skin of his chest and raked her nails down his back while she kissed him again. Vittorio wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her in tighter as he lay back on the bed. Sharon was fully on top of him now and she could feel his arousal pressing into her inner thigh. She reached between her legs to undo his pants and free him.
Once freed, his erection reached up towards her, practically begging her to sit on it. Sharon positioned him and slowly lowered herself down onto him.
Vittorio hummed happy sounds as she slowly took every inch of him while he just lay back. Sharon couldn't help a pleasant little yelp as he filled her. The sensation was overwhelming whether she was planning to leave him or not. She tensed her thighs and started moving up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
"God, you feel so good," Sharon said breathily.
"You too, baby, you too," Vittorio moaned happily. He put both hands on her ass and leaned his head back. He helped guide her up and down his impressive length.
Sharon winced at the affectionate pet name, but she couldn't let him throw her. She started riding him harder, relishing the incredible sensation of fullness. Her pleasure juices ran down his rock-hard shaft. With every trip up and down his cock, she felt herself getting closer to that magical moment. Her ass smacked against his thighs as she rode. She began moaning more and louder.
"You gonna make yourself cum, my love?" Vittorio asked. He opened his eyes and smiled adoringly up at her.
"You know it, honey," Sharon whispered back breathily. The sweet word felt all wrong even as she said it. Once she walked out the door, she knew Vittorio couldn't be her "honey" anymore.
Don't get distracted, Sharon reminded herself. She turned her attention back to fucking and the wave of ecstasy began to crest as she rode Vittorio.