12.
Alessandro's POV
Chuckling, I moved closer to Amelia who was standing in front of my father.
"You must be joking, aren't you? Only me can tell you when to leave this place." I reminded her but her confidence was getting me so provoked.
"Old man, really?" Amelia said, her eyes fixed on my father's face filled with rage. "Tell him what he doesn't know."
"Alessandro, when did you start keeping sex slaves and a fucking idiot at that?" Dad yelled, pointing at Amelia.
"Old DeMarco." Regina moved forward, slipping her arms around my father. "Please don't get angry. Just tell me what this bitch has done and I'd deal with her the right way." Regina ranted, her silver eyes boring into Amelia's.
"Noone has ever defeated me, Alessandro." Dad hissed, running his fingers through his hair. "This vixen…" he paused, pointing at Amelia. "this vixen defeated me. Noone has ever won playing chess with me."
"Sorry old man, but I did already." Amelia stated, twirling her hair with her fingers.
"Don't worry, Sandro. I'll fix this." Regina muttered to me before walking dad out of the room.
"Hey! Where are you going!" Amelia yelled after them and I hissed, grabbing her arm as I dragged her into my room.
I shut the door behind us, pinning her between my hands.
"What do you think you're doing, Amelia?" I clicked my tongue in annoyance, my voice rising in anger.
"I don't understand you, Alessandro. The last time I checked, I have my freedom of movement. I can go anywhere I want and I'm leaving this...this dungeon!" Amelia snapped, gritting her teeth.
I grasped her throat, smirking as I watched her groan in pain.
"You're playing with fire, Amoretto." I placed my lips on her neck, biting her down to her arm.
She quaked, darting her eyes wide.
"W...what are you d... doing?" Amelia managed to ask.
"You have lost your freedom of movement since you stepped your fucking foot here, Amelia! Your fucking freedom has been restricted ever since you tried hacking into my system!" I growled.
It's funny she thinks my father can command me to let her leave.
Her chest heaved up and down in anger and she kicked me on my groin, snatching herself away.
"I hate you, Alessandro DeMarco!" Amelia retorted, seething.
I suppressed the groan that was about escaping my lips. In a swift movement, I grabbed her hair, hitting her across the face.
"You bitch, you are nothing but my slave. Do you understand?"
I slapped her again when she kept mute but she still remained stubborn.
I chuckled dryly. "Do you want to die, Amelia?"
"Go to hell." She spat on my face, fuming.
I unclasped my hands which was holding her neck, making her fall to the ground.
I shook my head, wondering how weak and submissive she'd be when I'm done dealing with her.
I locked up the door, walking further into the room to get my whip.
Without asking, I ripped her dress off her body as I tied her to my bed, making her butt face me.
Slash!
The whip tore through her skin, blood trickling down her thighs.
I ignored her cries, punishing her more.
"The next time you speak to me without respect, I wouldn't think twice before killing you, do you understand?" I asked, spanking her butt.
"I hate you, Alessandro!" She screamed amidst low whimpers. "I fucking hate you!"
God, you're dead, Amelia.
I loosened the ropes that tied her down, grabbing her waist to make her sit on my laps.
"Do you think I care what feelings you have towards me?" I smirked, "you're nothing to me, Amelia."
My heart skipped a beat as I said those words.
Did I really feel nothing?
Amelia chuckled, moving her lips closer to my ear. "Just let me leave, Alessandro. I promise to never come back or act silly. Julian was the reason why I tried that silly hacking." She sobbed. I batted my eyelids as I watched her cry.
Suddenly I felt the urge to hold her close and wipe those tears off, kiss, fuck and put her to bed; Amelia looked so hot even while she's in tears and her hair is a mess.
Especially her hardened tits which were poking my chest. I couldn't believe she'd still get horny even when I'm punishing her.
I could smell her wetness. That juicy pussy milk.
"Do you love your life, amoretto?" I asked impatiently, my fingers working magic on her tits.
Stunningly, my little fucking slave refused to moan, holding back her pleasurable humming; her soft voice like a fucking Catholic choir member singing according to the rhythm from the melodious piano.
"Fucking answer the question I asked!" I snarled but she remained mute, staring into my eyeballs like she had just found something lost for centuries.
"If it's about the Russo Underground Mafia," Amelia paused and bit her lips. "I... I can handle them, Alessandro."
This bitch, when would she learn to stop switching titles for me.
"Is it hard to call me 'Master'?"
I wanted to be fully in charge. Even she should be scared simply hearing my footsteps.
It seemed Amelia had gotten some new found boldness. She had grewn fucking wings and I'm going to chop them off.
"It's not really about titles now, Don DeMarco. I want my freedom." Amelia insisted, her gaze still locked to mine.
Meanwhile I moved my fingers down her abdomen but she grabbed my wrist even before I could try to shove them in.
"You're just like your father, Alessandro." She spat, her tone dripping with disgust.
Fuck.
"You don't forgive, do you? Is it too hard to do so?"
My nails dug into her scalp as I held her head firmly.
"I do not forgive, Amelia." I replied, a hateful glare on my face.
I have been betrayed countless times by my family and even my own friends.
I would only overlook it when people fucked with me if I was still the dumb Alessandro I was, 25 years ago.
The innocent fool of a boy who trusted people easily and forgave easily.
I have fucking learnt to retaliate and noone even Amelia cannot change that fact.
It's stamped, fucking stamped on my hardened heart.
"This should be the last time you'd talk about leaving here!" I warned, my intimidating green eyes wandering down her thighs.
I held her arms backwards and clasped my other free hand around her neck.
Amelia let out a soft moan as I laid her on the bed, licking off her wetness with my tongue.
"And….." I trailed off, stopping to suck her pussy more. "... this should be the last time you'd ever stop me from touching you."
"Ahhh.... Alessandro…" Amelia moaned, drop of tears trailing down her cheeks as I sucked and bite her cunt.
"It's Master, amoretto!" I shrilled, fondling her tits while I continued biting her wet cunt.
"Master…ahhh. Please suck me more."
Whoa! Fantastic!
Of course, I would suck and fuck you, amoretto.
"Now you do the work and make me cum." I commanded, pulling her to sit on my dick.
In my mind, I have promised myself not to answer anyone who comes knocking at the door.
Not even father nor Regina.
Regina had stopped me from fucking Amelia even when she comes seducing me but this time, I was going to fuck her until she has no strength to cum.
Amelia pulled off my trousers, followed by my boxers. My dick sprang out the next moment.
I wasn't so hard yet and I wanted to be.
I throated groans as her tongue circled my dick cap, roaming around the little piercing in the middle as she licked off the pre-cum.
Her head moved back and forth as she sucked my cock, swallowing my sperm even without asking.
Obedient little thing.
Daddy's girl.
"Fuck, you're so good at this…." I bet Regina had never sucked me this way.
Amelia must have been watching a lot of blue film lately, she is fucking perfect.
"What's your porn preference, amoretto?" I asked as she continued sucking me.
Amelia stopped, licking me all over and letting the cum go down her throat.
She smiled, licking her lips. I was surprised, this was just a girl who had proved hard to get some minutes ago.
"Ebony, incest and mom and stepson porn. It comes in a lot of varieties." Amelia grinned as she answered.
"You watch alone, I guess." She nodded. "And do you touch yourself?" She shook her head again.
"Good girl." I ruffled her hair. "You love Ebony, incest, mom and stepson blue film?"
"Yes, Master."
I chuckled, my thumb rubbing her jaw as I made her lick the sperm that stained her cheek.
"You are not my mom, amoretto and neither am I your stepson." I shrugged.
Amelia smirked, stroking my dick again that I couldn't suppress my groans.
"Yes, master. But you are my Daddy, Master." She pushed me on the bed, before crawling up, setting her legs in between my dick.
"Let's try 'cowgirl style', daddy."