Chapter 19 

Chapter 19 

Aria’s POV 

I was still flushed from what I had done outside, my body still humming, my skin still sensitive. 

The moment I stepped into my room, I let the silk robe slide from my shoulders, the cool air brushing over my bare skin. I liked the way I felt sensual, powerful, dripping with satisfaction. I liked the way my body moved, the way my curves caught the dim light, the way my nipples tightened from the lingering heat between my legs. 

I let my fingers trail down my stomach, slow, teasing God, I was still wet. 

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. This was mine. My pleasure. My body 

And then the door slammed open. 

I gasped, spinning toward the sound, my pulse spiking. 

Dominic stood in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto me, his expression unreadable except for the fury burning beneath the surface. 

“Seems you forgot who you belonged to,” he said, his voice like gravel, low and dangerous. “Just because I forgot to lock the door.” 

I stepped back instinctively, my breath hitching. But I didn’t cover myself. 

I could have. I could have grabbed the robe, wrapped it around me, played the part of the caught, trembling girl. But I didn’t. 

Because I remembered what I wanted. 

I wanted to use him. Stop being a weak little pawn in his game. 

So instead of shrinking away, I smirked. Slowly, deliberately, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, letting the movement expose more of my neck, my collarbone. 

“Maybe I wanted you to see,” I said. My voice was smooth, teasing, despite the rapid thud of my heart. 

Clearly he seems to have eyes everywhere. How could he even be watching me from the balcony and I didn’t even know? 

Jesus. 

Dominic’s eyes darkened. 

He closed the door behind him with a soft click and took a slow, measured step forward. 

I held my ground. 

“Is that right?” he murmured, his gaze dragging over me, lingering on my bare breasts, the curve of my waist, the place between my thighs still wet from before. 

I bit my lip. “Are you mad because I touched myself… or because I didn’t need you to do it?” 

His jaw flexed. 

A warning. 

The kind that said I was playing with fire. 

Good. 

In the next second, he moved. Fast. 

Before I could react, his hand was in my hair, gripping tight, tilting my head back until I was looking up at him. His other hand skimmed down my side, ghosting over my hip before gripping my thigh, spreading me open just enough to remind me of how exposed I was. 

“You really think you don’t need me?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “That you can just do whatever you want. whenever you want?” 

I swallowed hard, but I refused to give in. “Maybe.” 

He laughed. Low. Dark. 

Then he let go of me, stepping back. 

I barely had time to process it before he was moving again–going to the dresser, grabbing something. 

Leather. 

Hope. 

A blindfold 

My stomach flipped. 

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I should have been afraid. 

But instead, I felt heat curl low in my belly, anticipation winding through me like a drug 

Dominic turned back to me, his smirk dangerous. “Get on the bed, gattina” 

I hesitated: Just for a second. 

Then I did as he said. 

The sheets were cool against my skin as I settled onto my back, my legs slightly parted. I watched him as he approached watched the way his strong fingers tightened around the restraints 

I’m going to remind you who you belong to,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed, stradding me. “And I’m going to do slowly.” 

He took his time securing my wrists above my head, tying the ropes tight enough that I couldn’t move but not tight enou to hurt. He did the same to my ankles, spreading me wide, leaving me completely open for him 

Then he picked up the blindfold 

He let it skim over my skin first, dragging it down my stomach, between my legs. My breath caught when the soft fabric brushed against my already aching clit. 

“Sensitive?” he murmured. 

I bit my lip. 

He smirked. “Good.” 

Then everything went dark as he tied the blindfold over my eyes. 

I felt him shift, his warmth moving away. 

And then–crack 

A sharp sting across my inner thigh. 

I gasped, my body jolting at the unexpected sensation. 

The flogger. 

He dragged the leather strands over my skin, teasing, before striking again–this time across my stomach, a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. 

“You don’t get to take what’s mine without consequences,” Dominic said, his voice smooth, deadly. “You wanted to touch yourself without permission?” 

Another strike, this time against my breasts. 

I moaned. I fucking moaned. 

His chuckle was low, smug 

“Oh, gattina,” he murmured. “You’re going to break so beautifully for me.” 

His fingers brushed my already soaked pussy, parting me, circling my clit. The contrast between the stinging heat of the flogger and the soft, deliberate pleasure of his touch was overwhelming 

I whimpered, my body arching despite the restraints. 

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s mine.” 

His fingers pushed inside me, curling just right, and I cried out, my body tightening around him. 

He worked me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge, then pulling away. 

“Not yet,” he whispered. 

Tears pricked my eyes from the frustration, from the need. 

He did it again. And again. Each time, bringing me so close to breaking, only to deny me. 

I writhed beneath him, desperate, ruined. 

“Please,” I gasped, my pride long forgotten 

Dominic hummed. “Please, what?” 

I swallowed hard. “Please. let me come.” 

He didn’t answer 

Instead, he reached for something else. 

A vibrator. 

I barely had time to process before he pressed it against my swollen clit. 

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The intensity was too much, I arched, I screamed, my body shaking as pleasure crashed through me. My legs were shaking from how good it was. The room was filled with the noise from my wet pussy 

Oh God!!! 

I wanted to move my hands. 

To cum 

He didn’t stop 

Not even when I begged. Not even when I sobbed from the overstimulation 

He owned me now. 

And I fucking loved it. 

I was so close. 

The vibrator sent sharp, relentless waves of pleasure through me, my body tensing, every muscle tightening my breath coming in short, broken gasps. The pressure coiled low in my belly, fighter, hotter, almost unbearable 

And just when I was about to shatter- 

CRACK. 

A sharp, stinging slap landed on my inner thigh, pulling me back from the edge with a gasp 

I whimpered, frustration and need tangling together into something that felt dangerously close to desperation 

Dominic chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet,” he murmured. 

I let out a broken sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, my body trembling. The vibrator was still pressed against my clit, the pleasure still pulsing through me, but it wasn’t enough anymore, I needed to come, needed that release he was so cruelly keeping from me. 

But I also needed something else. 

Him. 

His hands. His mouth. His cock buried deep inside me, filling me, ruining me. 

“Please,” I gasped, my pride gone, shattered like the rest of me “Dominic, please-” 

Hetsked, dragging his fingers over the spot he had just spanked, soothing the heat before landing another sharp slap 

“You don’t get to beg your way out of this, gattina,” he said, voice smooth, taunting “You wanted to act like you were in control? Then take it. Take every bit of what I give you.” 

1 moaned, my body arching despite the restraints. The vibrator was still working me, the overstimulation making me shake 

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but feel. 

Dominic leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You belong to me, he murmured. “Say it.” 

I clenched my jaw, my pride flaring–only for him to press the vibrator harder against my clit, the intensity making me cry 

out. 

“Say it” he ordered again, his voice sharper, leaving no room for defiance. 

“1-1 belong to you,” I choked out, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them. 

Dominic groaned, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Good girl.“. 

And then he finally gave me what I needed. 

His fingers curled inside me, thrusting deep, pressing against that perfect spot over and over, his pace merciless. 

The orgasm crashed through me so violently I thought I might black out, my body convulsing against the restraints, my cries breaking into breathless gasps as the pleasure kept going 

I squirted. 

He didn’t stop. 

Didn’t stop touching me. Didn’t stop playing with me like I was his personal toy, a thing meant only for his pleasure. 

I whimpered, my body oversensitive, shaking beneath him 

Dominic chuckled, pulling the vibrator away, his fingers slipping out of me. I barely had time to catch my breath before heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, the soft rustle of fabric. 

I swallowed hard 

I knew what was coming. 

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And I wanted it. 

Oh fucking yes 

The mattress shifted as he climbed over me, his body pressing against mine. His cock dragged along my slit, hard, heavy 

teasing. 

I moaned, shifting my hips, trying to get him inside me, but the restraints kept me spread, unable to move the way I wanted “Look at you,” Dominic murmured, running the head of his cock along my entrance, gathering the slick wetness there “So needy. So desperate.” 

I was desperate 

I had never felt like this before–never felt like I needed someone the way I needed him right now 

“Please, I whispered, barely able to form the word. 

Dominic groaned. “Fuck” 

And then he pushed inside me. 

I gasped, my walls stretching around him, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. He didn’t go slow Didn’t give me time to adjust.. 

He slammed into me, his hips meeting mine with a sharp, bruising thrust. 

I screamed. 

Not in pain. 

In pure, overwhelming pleasure. 

He set a brutal pace, fucking me hard and deep, his hands gripping my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it, but that only made it better.. 

The blindfold made everything more intense–the loss of sight heightening every other sensation. The way his cock filled me, stretching me so perfectly. The way his fingers dug into my skin, marking me. The way his breath came out in ragged, hungry groans as he used me. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice strained. “So tight. So fucking mine.” 

I moaned, my head rolling back. “Yes–yes, I’m yours-” 

He groaned, his pace growing even rougher. He leaned down, his teeth grazing my shoulder before he bit down, hard enough to make me gasp. 

“You love this,” he murmured, his lips brushing over the bite. “You love being used like this.” 

I did. 

God help me. but I did. 

I was close again. So fucking close. 

Dominic reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles. 

I fell apart instantly. 

My body tensed, then shattered, my orgasm hitting me like a violent storm. My walls clenched around him, dragging him deeper, my cries breaking into incoherent sounds of pleasure. 

Dominic groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, rough. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, and then he was coming too, burying himself inside me as he spilled deep, his body shuddering against mine 

For a moment, there was only the sound of our heavy breathing, our bodies still tangled, both of us completely wrecked. Then Dominic leaned in, pressing his lips to my ear. 

“Now you remember who you belong to.” 

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