She felt something thin and warm trickle down her inner thigh. For a moment, she thought she was bleeding.
Then she realized it was her own moisture, and felt an odd shock of betrayal by her own body. How dare she enjoy this against her will, when she was so scared and angry and confused?
Gio threw the belt away and Carla watched it skid into a corner. She thought the pain might end then, at least temporarily—but a second later, she felt Gio's palm spank her hard with one hand as the fingers of his other hand rubbed the exposed lips of her pussy.
“I knew it,” Gio said triumphantly, his breath coming in short gasps. “I knew you'd be a slut for this stuff, whether you wanted to be or not.”
Two of his fingers pushed inside Carla and she let out a loud moan, feeling him press inside her and explore her greedily. As he did, he spanked her again, and Carla tightened around his fingers involuntarily. If he kept increasing his intensity while hitting her already-bruised flesh, she was afraid she might faint.
“Earth,” she stammered. “Earth!”
She expected Gio to keep hitting her without escalating the ferocity of the blows. Instead, she heard his pants unzip behind her, and a quiet tearing sound. A few moments later, a condom wrapped bounced to the floor to her left.
Then Gio's hands were on Carla's shoulders and he was shoving his cock inside of her roughly, plunging so deeply that she felt him slam up into her inner wall like a freight train colliding with a mountainside. It was painful, and with each thrust, his body pressed against the welts on her bottom so they lit up like glaring red neon signs. She heard his grunts of lust, and was surprised to hear her own as well, sounding savage and jagged.
The shaft of his cock was rubbing against her G-spot hard as the tip drove into her over and over, battering it mercilessly. She'd never been had like this.
She'd never known she wanted to be.
She tried desperately to regain control of her own mind in this hurricane of lust. Think of Fred, she thought, think of Don, think of Patty Kurtz, no, don't think, don't think at all, just give in, ride this wave, this ocean, let it carry you away, give in to it...just give in...
“Now,” Gio said, “look into my eyes. Do it!”
Carla looked over her shoulder. Some part of her noticed that he was still wearing his dress shirt—cuffs neatly folded up to his elbows—and tie.
Gio's eyes were blazing so hotly that looking into them was like looking directly at the sun. His face was a mixture of scorn and desire that Carla had never seen before on anyone, and as she felt him come inside of her, she came as well, screaming, with tears stinging her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
She hated herself, she hated Gio, she'd never felt so wrong and so horribly right at the same time, and her arms and legs collapsed beneath her as he withdrew from her, so that she was reduced to nothing but a shaking, quivering, sobbing heap on the floor.
Chapter 16
Gio
Gio looked down at Carla's prone, naked body. He tried to maintain his cool exterior, but he was breathing hard, his face was covered with a sheen of sweat, and inwardly, he was gloating.
Of all the conquests he'd ever had, all the triumphs he'd enjoyed in his life, this was the sweetest by far. She'd come to him as a predator probing for his weaknesses, and in no time at all he'd turned the tables and reduced her to prey. The look in her eyes at her moment of total submission had been incredibly satisfying. And best of all, she'd proved herself well-suited to begging and crawling and obeying.
Well-suited, he thought. He stole a glance at the pantsuit piled on the floor in the corner and suppressed a laugh.
Carla was still panting and keeping her eyes on the floor. Gio realized she was waiting for his next command. He leaned over and unlocked her handcuffs.
“Now you can collect your things and go,” Gio said.
Carla's heavy breathing paused for a moment, and he could sense her surprise and confusion. “Y-you mean...that's it?”
Gio yanked his belt off the floor and expertly cracked it off her left buttock, coaxing another yowl of pain from her. “Address me properly,” he reminded her.
“Please, Master...is that it?”
“For tonight, yes,” Gio replied. “There will be more nights, though. Lots more. Whenever I snap my fingers, you're going to come running like a good little pet, and you're going to do whatever you're told. You belong to me now. Don't forget that.”
Carla nodded and started to get up from the floor. Gio reached forward, seized the chain, and yanked her collar hard enough for her to collapse again with a choking sound.
“You seem to think that just because this session is over, the rules suddenly don't apply anymore,” Gio snarled. “But you would be fucking wrong in that assumption. Now crawl.”