ALESSIA'S POV;
I slammed the door hard and leaned on it for a second. My heart was still hammering. Heat sat low between my legs and wouldn't go away.
How dare he make me watch? How dare he?
I threw myself on the bed and pressed my face into the pillow.
He's so… so…
So what? my head snapped back at me. You liked it. You're still wet.
I hated myself for even thinking that. My hand moved between my legs but I stopped halfway, fingers hanging in the air.
No. Not like this. I'm not going to give him that. I'm not going to be a desperate little thing shaking alone in her room.
My skin felt like it was on fire. Was I mad at him for making me watch? Or mad that it wasn't me he bent over that table? Mad that he left me here like this?
I couldn't stay on the bed anymore. I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower cold and stepped under it.
The water hit me but it didn't wash anything away. His voice, the sound of her moans, the way she said "Master" kept flashing through my head. It wouldn't stop.
I pressed my forehead against the tile and let the water run down.
Stop thinking about it. Stop.
When I came out I dried off fast, grabbed another night dress and pulled it over my head. My hands were shaking a little.
I went back to the bed and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. My body still felt tight. My head wouldn't shut up.
I closed my eyes. Tried to sleep. Nothing. The bed felt too big. The air felt too hot. My mind kept going back to the room, to Cesare, to what he did, to what I felt.
I turned to my side and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I hated him. I hated myself. I couldn't stop thinking.
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I felt a hand sliding up inside my dress. Warm palm over my breast. A mouth on my neck. Hot breath. My eyes fluttered open.
Cesare.
I jerked up, pulling the blanket tight around me.
"Cesare… what are you doing here?" My voice cracked.
He smirked. "What does it look like? I'm here for you." His hand brushed my skin again.
"Go away," I snapped, clutching the blanket. "You don't get to just walk in and—"
He laughed low. "You love to run that little mouth, don't you? In case you forgot, I own you now. I can take what I want, how I want."
The words were supposed to scare me. They didn't. They sent a jolt through me. My breath caught.
His finger traced a slow line down my throat, across my collarbone, lower. My nipples tightened under the fabric and I bit my lip hard.
"And from the look of things," he murmured, eyes on mine, "you want me to finish what I started earlier. Don't you?"
I wanted to say no. My head nodded instead.
He moved over me, mouth finding mine. His kiss was slow but heavy, like he was claiming a piece of me. My lips parted. A sound escaped me.
"Slow down, Kitty," he whispered against my mouth.
His lips wandered to my neck, then lower. Each brush of his breath lit another spark under my skin. My fingers dug into the blanket.
"Cesare…" It slipped out of me like a plea.
"You like that," he said, voice low, eyes still on mine.
I couldn't answer. My body gave him the answer for me.
He pushed the nightdress higher. I pressed my legs together. He chuckled softly. "Still shy?"
His hands coaxed my knees apart a little, his head dipping lower, his voice right against my skin. "You smell so good, Kitty. I want to…" He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
Heat rolled up my spine. His mouth brushed my pussy lips. My hips lifted before I could stop them.
"Oh…" The sound escaped me, broken, half-moan, half-breath.
His mouth moved lower. Warm. Wet. Slow.
I trembled, clutching the sheet.
"You taste like this," his voice slid against my skin, "and you're still going to pretend you don't want me?"
I whimpered. My body shook. His fingers pressed deeper and I gasped.
"Say it, Kitty," he murmured. "Say you want me to finish."
A sound came out of me that wasn't a word. My hips lifted on their own.
"You like it when I do this…" his fingers moved again, his tongue flicked. "And this…" another movement, slow, steady. "And this…"
I couldn't think anymore. Only heat and his breath. My heart pounded hard, louder than my moans.
He chuckled, low. "Listen to yourself. The little Princess making those sounds. You're so close, aren't you?"
I bit my hand. It didn't stop the sound. My whole body shook. My stomach tightened, waiting for that last push.
Then—light.
Bright light cut across the room. I jumped, gasping. My eyes snapped open.
My skin was slick with sweat. My legs ached. The sheets were damp under me. My chest heaved. My fingers were still curled tight.
It was a dream.
A fucking dream.
"Oh God…" I whispered. My pulse hammered in my throat. It had felt so real. Too real.
A slow clap cut me off.
"That was a nice show, Kitty," Cesare's voice filled the room. "Did I inspire that?"
My head whipped toward him. He was leaning on the wall close to the window, watching me.
He'd seen me. He'd heard me cry out. He'd seen my body jerk.
"What are you doing here?" I stuttered, standing up.
How long has he been watching?
"It's my house, Kitty." he mused, walking towards me.
"I can choose to come and go as I please... And that was some really interesting show you had going there."
My chest tightened as his eyes trailed my body.
"You're a creep."
"A creep that inspired that little show. The pleasure's mine."
He laughed softly, looking at my fists as they clenched.
Damn that fucking dream.
I'd shown this bastard such a pathetic sight.
"You should get yourself cleaned up." he smiled, looking at my face.
"The Designer will be here soon."
"Designer? Why?" My brows raised
"You'll be with me when I host a dinner party on Friday." his eyes drifted through the room
"I already have clothes."
"I don't like those." They settled on me,
"I'm not going---"
"You don't have a choice, Kitty," he snarled, stepping so close my stomach twisted.
"You're nothing but a pet. Obey your master, or you'll be discarded."
I choked as his hand closed around my neck, his face inches from mine. I fought to break free, but my lips parted when his pressed against them.
"Be a good pet."