OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(45)

Her eyes darted over Gio's shoulder and she saw that the crowd of spectators had grown larger. Baby Mask was watching them and breathing hard. A short girl in a painted vampire mask stood next to him and watched as she touched herself. It took a moment for Carla to realize it was the cashier from the costume shop.



Carla inhaled and opened her mouth to speak the next word, not because she was desperate for this to end, but because she was desperate for what came next. She couldn't wait any longer.



“Air!” she cried out. “Air!”



Gio pulled the whip's head out of Carla in a single, rough gesture, eliciting another scream from her. Her voice had become so hoarse that she almost didn't recognize it. The studs hurt as they left her body, but somehow, the sudden, aching emptiness seemed to hurt her even more.



Gio tossed the whip into the satchel, took out a condom, and unzipped his trousers. His cock pushed forward, hard and trembling as he rolled the condom onto it, his eyes still locked on Carla's face. He stepped forward, positioning himself in front of her and cupping his hand behind her neck.



“Now you can look into my eyes,” he said, his voice muffled behind the mask. “And don't you dare look away.”



Before she could respond, the tip of Gio's cock slid between the soft, sore lips of Carla's pussy. She let out a low, ragged moan. Each thrust hurt as his shaft rubbed hard against her tender inner walls, but the hurt seemed intertwined with an even deeper pleasure, until she couldn't tell which was which anymore.



She just wanted more.



“Who does this pussy belong to?” Gio asked tightly, pushing deeper inside of her. In her mind, all the spectators were gone and it was just the two of them, suspended in a black and timeless void.



“Y-You,” Carla stammered, her wide eyes staring into his. “You, M-Master.”



“Say it,” Gio commanded. He stabbed into her even harder, his cock slamming against her throbbing cervix so hard she thought she might faint.



“My...pussy...belongs...to...you,” she moaned, her words coming between gasps.



“Again,” Gio ordered. His pelvis was locked against hers and they were moving as one, up and down, up and down, her back slamming against the wooden cross.



She didn't want to give in to any part of this. She wanted to cling to her duty, her career, her sense of self. But with each hard push, with each time he stabbed into the core of her like a killer's knife, she felt her own identity shoved further and further away—replaced with nothing but the harsh truths of these bonds, this wooden cross, these floorboards pressing against the soles of her feet. There was no truth beyond this moment, this absolute loss of control.



No, not loss.



Surrender.



“My pussy belongs to you!” Carla shrieked, climaxing hard. “I belong to you, Master, I'm yours, I'm fucking yours!”



A moment later she felt Gio come, and then they were holding each other fiercely, the sweat from her nude body soaking the front of his sleek suit as the crowd whistled and applauded.





Chapter 22




Carla



They strolled briefly around the gallery, watching other scenes being played out. Carla was surprised that Gio helped her get dressed and allowed her to walk instead of crawl.



Carla's legs were still shaking slightly as Gio walked her back to her car. He'd insisted that they both keep their masks on even after they left the club, and Carla wondered if that meant he was worried about being followed.



Had someone already seen them together? And if so, had he gotten in trouble as a result? More questions for her to file away and ponder later, in case the answers might give her an advantage over him.



But it felt strange for her to keep thinking about them in adversarial terms after what they'd just shared. She'd been able to put a lot of trust in him by assuming he'd obey the limits he'd set for them, and she was amazed that he hadn't abused that trust.



Instead, he'd opened doors inside of her that she'd never known existed, and it was difficult for her to focus on her original mission when she was dealing with such unfamiliar and conflicted feelings.



Gio remained silent as they walked together. With the mask hiding his expression, she couldn't discern his thoughts. Was he trying to intimidate her? Was he displeased with her for some reason? Was he struggling with his feelings about her, the same way she was with him?



They got to her car and Carla got behind the wheel, unsure of what to say. After what they'd just done, any comment she could make seemed like it would be inappropriate, if not downright surreal.



But Gio broke the silence, leaning over and resting his elbow on the edge of her window. “Thanks a lot for tonight. I had a great time.”