Touch Yourself For Me
1575 Words
They were grooming her.
That was the only sentence Sierra's brain kept on chanting repeat. They were grooming her for their master. Was this the era of slaves being sold to their masters because they were really going all out with the whole preparation thing.
They had bathed her and almost scrubbed her skin dry. They washed her up in scented perfumes and wore her a red lingerie that had lace designs and adjustable shoulder straps with a bow detail and a low V neckline. The garment flowed from a fitted top into a floaty skirt.
The lingerie had a slit that ran from her stomach down to the upper thigh with an opening that revealed her breasts. They took great care of her as though their lives depended on it. Well, he had threatened them earlier on so if they don't do it then he would have their heads. How were they able to survive in this place. She would've run mad if she was stuck here with that masked demon.
"You're ready." They announced when they were done. She snatched her eyes from the see through lingerie to the mirror in front of her.
Fear, dread and anxiousness flashed through her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. She couldn't believe that she had involuntarily sold herself to this man and to make matters worse, there was no way for her to escape.
"Let's go." One of the maids alerted her and she froze. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Like this?" She asked, pointing to the see through almost exposed lingerie that she had on. "You expect me to walk out of this room like this? Without a coat or jacket to cover myself? Are you nuts?!"
"Trust me, no one would even bat an eyelash at you." She told her in a firm voice. "You're Diavolo's woman. You can as well walk round this mansion naked and no one would try anything funny. They know better than to touch what's not theirs."
A wave of shiver ran up her spine at those words. Was she trying to say that he was that dangerous? And that they were taking her to the room of something that deadly to spend the night? Come to think of it, he had told her the same thing before.
'....you'll be naked most of the time so why do you even need clothes?'
He had said that to her before and she couldn't believe that he meant them. He kept to his words. This is not looking good at all. In as much as no one would bat an eye lash if she decides to walk around the house naked, it doesn't mean that she wanted to. Her body was made for her privacy only and not to be on full display for everyone to see. She wasn't a w***e working in a strip club.
Even whores had their limits.
True to their words, they didn't give her jacket or coat as she had requested. Instead, they handed her a flimsy excuse of a shawl to wrap around her body. As if that would make any difference.
They escorted her to the other wing of the mansion, far away from where her room was located. The guards they passed by looked like statues. No one uttered a single word or glanced at her and they were more than she could count.
They arrived at the door to his bedroom and after letting her in, they closed it shut behind her. It was like they just threw her into the lion's den and left her to whatever fate that awaits her.
The room was dimly lit and Sierra could barely make out anything in the dark. Fear suddenly crept inside her and settled there. This was too much for anyone to bear, even for her. She managed to find her footing and walked a little bit further from the door where they had left her.
"H-Hello?" She called out into the darkness. Ears open to pick up the slightest sound and eyes searching every available corner to pick up even the slightest human movement possible.
"Is anyone in here?"
Just then, she heard the sound of glass gently tapping the bare surface of another glass or stool. Someone was definitely in this room. The realization came with twinge of restlessness.
"It wouldn't hurt to to reply a question you know?" She spoke further when he didn't reply. "You brought me here against all my protests and you can't even answer a damn question?"
"I didn't purchase that lingerie to have you cover it up with a shawl Piccola." His gruff voice came from the darkness that surrounded her. "Take it off." He ordered.
Sierra froze. Bile risen up to her throat and settled there.
She held onto the shawl a little tighter. "I like it this way."
"I don't." Came his unfiltered and throaty reply but she didn't.
"Will you take it off or should i make you?"
At his words, she begrudgingly took it off. She knew better not to because unlike most men, he would actually take it off himself. He doesn't mince words and she had come to understand that.
"Bellisima." Beautiful. He groaned in an Italian accent. Sierra had the slightest idea of what he had just said and she didn't bother to ask because it would make her seem interested or curious. She wasn't. All she wanted was to go back home to her old life before anything of this happened but even that wasn't possible to achieve at this point.
She felt him move from wherever he was seated. She couldn't pinpoint where he was but when he stood behind her, she knew almost immediately.
There was this masculine aura attached to his presence that one could feel mile away. When he was in a room or next to you, you'd definitely never miss it.
He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her into him. Hands gripping on tightly. Not strong enough to choke or strangle her but strong enough to hold her in place so that she doesn't run or wiggle away.
He breathed her in. Her scent musking his nostrils and arousing him with every sniff he took. "You smell nice." He complimented while his other hand trailed down the lines of her exposed cleavages and down to the precipice of her womanhood.
"What do you say to a compliment, Piccola?" He asked, leaning in further to trail open mouthed kisses on her neck. She sucked in a deep breath as she tried to will herself to stay still.
"T-Thank you." She stuttered, unable to say anything more. His actions crushing her senses and making it impossible to think properly.
He chuckled. "Just thank you?" He rambled in a sultry voice. "Thank you what? What am i to you Piccola? What are you supposed to call me?" He went further to ask.
Sierra thought about his question for a while.
"I own you Piccola." He went on, fingers circling the warm entrance of her womanhood. It was raw. It was fire. "I'm your master and you are my pet. I've laid my claim on you so you should address me in a way that's befitting for a master. Don't you think so?"
She gasped when he intentionally grazed the nub of her c**t. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. Hell, she didn't want to enjoy this but he was making it quite impossible for her.
"Let's try this again shall we?" He shifted her panties to the side and replaced the material with his fingers. He other hand still holding her in place as he whispered into her ears. "What's my name Piccola?"
Her knees buckled at the intervention.
"Diavolo." She whispered a response. With a deep groan, he inserted a finger inside her.
"Wrong answer."
"Holy s**t!" She trembled, hands reaching out to stop him but he only worked his way inside her. Her eyes closed in defeat as her entire body shook on his finger in deep tremors that came one after the other.
"Do i need to remind you the easy way or the hard way Piccola?"
"Daddy." She blurted out seconds later and a smirk grazed his lips.
"Good girl."
He released his fingers from her folds leaving her bare and slowly made his way back to her chests. There, he forcefully ripped out the lace that held her breasts and fondled with it.
"Do you know why i got you this outfit?" He mused as he played with her hard and swollen n****e. "I wanted to see just how much it'll motivate me to rip it apart. I wanted to see if it'll do justice to the rage i have inside before tearing it to pieces off your body and trust me, it did."
"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?" She asked in a hoarse voice. Too many things were happening and she struggled to keep track of it.
He let go of her and disappeared into the darkness just like he had appeared before. She knew that he wasn't far even though she couldn't see him properly.
"I want you to serve your first punishment for running away from me." He began. "I want you to touch yourself till you come Piccola and i want you to do it while i watch."
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