RopeBurn
"You wanna play with fire?
Stick and poke tattoo?
You wanna play, my new girl?
I wanna play with you"
Elvira
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IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE:
would you all rather this book be long, or cut off around forty chapters and made into a second book? My plans can be written over two books or one.
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"The plan is to get you out of here from under his nose." Dante explained, sipping from the tea. Based on how his leg bounced up and down he needed it to calm his nerves. No doubt he was afraid of Marco, no matter how stoic he seemed. I was scared of Marco, and I crossed him frequently. "I'm not sure how long it will take though, the FBI wants to make sure you get out safely but they haven't created your new identity just yet."
"How much longer do you think this will take?" It was starting to become apparent to me that Marco was growing onto me. Like a leech. Of course it wasn't rational, I knew that. But I couldn't get a handle on my sexual urges or the emotional tugs.
"They are telling me two months." The lines of his lips curved downward, pity shadowing over his face. It meant more than he knew to me. The thought of having someone else care for me other than immediate family. At least someone who was close by, someone I could speak to. "They want to be positive you can make it out alive. Marco is unpredictable, I'm not sure if he'd kill you if you tried to escape."
The sound of leather tearing away from my thighs echoed throughout the room. The slight sweat on my skin making it hard to shuffle on the fabric. "It's best that I play along then?"
"Unfortunately so. I'd like to see you make it out of this place alive." Dante reached over and placed the tea cup onto the porcelain saucer, his hand shaking like a teen with nicotine withdrawals. "I wouldn't change too much, he picks up on every little detail Elvira."
"Who does?" It did not take more than the first word said to know who had come into the room. It did cause me to wonder how Marco had entered the room quietly. When my eyes met with Marcos I noticed his common stature. He leaned against the air like it was a wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes moved from mine and traveled over to Dante's. "Shouldn't you be with Aurora?"
"Can I not have friends Marco? It gets so lonely in this place, and you're always too busy screaming in Italian to pay any attention to me."
It was a bold lie, everyone in this room knew it was.
"Sorry Don, I was explaining to her that she can't keep skipping meals. I'm not going to keep making excuses for her full plates." Unlike when I moved on the leather couch it made no sound once Dante parted from it. Perhaps it was because he was wearing pants and I wasn't. Dante waited for a nod of acceptance before exiting the room.
"You're skipping meals?" He flexed his arms over his chest, as if trying to dominate me with nothing but his posture. The navy blue shirt he wore fit his olive skin well, the stubble on his jawline had been perfectly trimmed. The sight took my breath away.
Fuck
"No Marco." The tremor in my voice made it seem as though I wasn't telling the truth. Truthfully however? I hadn't skipped any meals for as long as I could remember. The food was too good to pass up.
Fuck
"Are you lying to me?" Marco stepped forward, he knew I was lying. He was right, I was lying. However he wasn't right about what I was lying about.
No
"Of course I'm not, sir." Sir?
"You're a shit liar." It only felt like moments before he stood in front of me. My face was at level with his crotch, whether that was intentional or not.
Fuck.
"What are you going to do, wash my mouth out with soap?" I snorted at the thought, something that I hadn't done many times before. Marco would loose a finger if he tried to stick anything in my mouth, perhaps something more dear to him if he dared anything vulgar.
Marcos eyebrows rose up, a smile spreading from the corners of his mouth. "I should, but I feel as though you'd enjoy having your mouth full."
My movement was based on nothing but my instinct. With him at level with my face I rammed my head into his crotch. He doubled over immediately, taking a step back to avoid anymore hits to the groin. "Don't be so vulgar! I'm a lady, Marco." I was anything but.
I laughed quietly at his pain, a sight for sore eyes. It only lasted until he collected himself, and then my laughter died out. He straightened his back and stared me down, his honey eyes just slits now intimidating me. Marco lifted me up from underneath my arms, keeping me up in the air like a child. "I know your weaknesses Elvira, you should stop tempting me to force them onto you." He sounded angry, hell, he looked furious.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do Marco? Take away my dinner?" It only seemed to anger him further. He easily carried me to the bed, setting me down on the mattress like I was a child. He couldn't seriously still think that I skipping out on meals could he?
His hands trailed down his body until they reached his belt buckle. He swiftly removed the buckle from its clasp and ripped the belt from the loops of his pants. He then grabbed my hands and used his belt to tie them together. "Fuck what are you, a Boy Scout?" No response was given to my statement. Instead my hands were tied up to the top of the bedpost, the canopy bed making it easier to keep my hands trapped above. I had to stay on the balls of my feet so that my shoulders wouldn't become dislocated. "Marco please this is unnecessary."
Begging didn't seem to work with Marco. He had better plans at hand, his hand slammed down onto my ass. The sting of his palm was instantaneous, a cry escaping my lips from the pain I felt. "Apologize, Micetta." His lips were against my ear. I could feel them part and come closed again as he breathed. His body was against mine as well, the contact seemed to soothe the pain I was feeling in my lower half.
"Excuse me? I will do no such thing." His body parted from mine, his hand making contact with my bum once again. To numb the pain I balled my hands into fists and cried out in pain once more. Though it didn't numb anything, it hurt just as badly as the last time.
Didn't he know I had always been a masochist?
"One more warning, Micetta." My lips remained sealed, he'd need to beg me to apologize to the likes of him. He nearly killed me the other night, and he couldn't handle a headbutt to the balls? "Have it your way." Marco slipped down the silk shorts from over my bum, leaving me with nothing but my cotton underwear to protect me against the four more times he slapped his hand against my skin. Each time he did so another cry escaped my lips, a heavy pant following in suit as I caught my breath.
Dots of sweat collected at the bottom of my cotton underwear, the material soaking up my natural lubricants. The wet feeling of the fabric made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. When I failed to apologize again he brought his hand back high and swung it down harder than he had prior. Unlike the last time no cry escaped my lips, instead it was a loud moan that slipped from between my folds. It was so out of place that Marco pulled his hand back before he could hit me again. "I can't ever seem to punish you without you enjoying it." He pushed his body against mine. His crotch hitting against my bum, his erection sitting nicely in the middle.
"Maybe you should stop picking kinky punishments then." My head hung low as I struggled to catch my breath.
"You're a mess, you know?" He snaked his hand into my silk shorts. "You're soaking wet, all from a spanking?" The chuckle he enjoyed melted me to my core.
"You're harder than a bloody mountain and you're talking about me? I can feel you pulse through it Marco." Perhaps I was exaggerating.
"Am I interrupting something?" My head turned to see Mateo standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. I have never been one to get embarrassed, but this definitely had my cheeks grow hot.
"Yes, you are. What do you want Dammit?" He moved his hands from my shorts and pulled them up so that Mateo couldn't see my underwear.
"You've got a meeting. Dad has been waiting, he's starting to get antsy." Marco grunted and moved to the door before snatched the phone out of Mateos hands.
"You're going to stay like that until I get back, you understand? I want to hear a apology, so start practicing the words." He left the room, speaking Italian into the phone.
Mateo and I exchanged glances between each other, before he made his way to me. He tried to suppress his laughter though it quickly escaped his lips. "How did you manage to get into this position?"
"Hit him in the balls with my head.." I groaned, and shifted on my tippy toes. He reached up and undid the belt and released my hands from the bind. "Thank you,"
"I don't think I've ever seen him so sexually frustrated before. Well done." I turned to face him and rubbed my wrist together.
Silence fell between the two of us, nothing but my panting and his quiet breathing to be heard.
"Don't look at me like that, Elvira." He frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I know that look much too well."
"You could get me out of here."
"No, Elvira. I will not cross my brother."
"We could run away together." I tried another route.
"You don't even know me, dear." He laughed, unfazed by my attempts. "I will not be your scapegoat, Elvira. As beautiful as you are to me you are not mine, and it would be foolish for me to dream about you as anything more than a sister in law. I suggest you start thinking about that apology." Without another word between the both of us he left the room. Leaving me behind sexually frustrated and hopeless towards my escape.
Time to find Marcos Liquor Cabinet.
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New girl - FINNEAS