75.
Alessandro's POV
Amelia shook in fear taking my shirt off her body. I got more angry, seeing the faint bruises on her body.
Only if she had listened to me and stop being stubborn.
I took out my tool bag and unzipped it, displaying the contents on the bedside nightstand.
She cringed at the side of the beautiful tools and took my arm, looking into my eyes. "Please Sandro. Don't do this." She pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.
I was almost giving in. I was almost pushed to kiss her but no! The punishment still stands.
Maybe if I make her experience something this bittersweet. But more bitter.
I yanked her hands away and stood up, pulling off my shirt. "Kneel." I commanded and she was almost begging again but as I raised my finger in objection.
"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth. "Kneel. On the floor." I added and she nodded in obedience.
I strode towards the nightstand, grinning at the non-living tools displayed— lifeless but could make a living thing melt.
Restraints— handcuffs, rope, bandage, rotating balls and tape. Nipple clamps, floggers and whip.
I would treat her just like a slave in since that was what she wanted.
"This day, you don't get to choose what you want but I." I chuckled, picking the nipple clamps.
"Hold up your breasts in your hands." I snapped and she obeyed. I ruffled her hair, biting her poked out nipples. She winced as she did this. That was just the begining. "Good girl."
I pinned her nipples with the clamps and smiled as I watched the tears stream down her face. She creamed when I tightened the bolts to the clamps and she she gripped my arm.
"Alessandro, please!"
"Shut you!" I warned, tightening the bolts more. She quavered as the clamps held unto her nipples firmly. "It's Master Alessandro for you, understand?"
She was quiet.
I grabbed her hair, tossing them to the side of her face. "I said do you understand me? Say it, call me master."
"Ma...master."
"Good girl. Now get on your feet and shake that booty for daddy." My hand grazed her cheeks as I grabbed her chin and pulled her up.
"Sh….shall I dance without music?" She mumbled, matching up my gaze.
"Oh you want music, right?" I stood up, moving closer to her. "I thought I told you tonight doesn't dwell on what you want, cute rat." My whispers ushered in her ear and I bite her earlobe.
"Ugh."
"Start dancing now." I shrieked, snapping my fingers.
With the medium nipple clamps gripping her tits she turned backwards, swinging her waist rhythmically to the beating tension in the room.
Sometimes she would bend, and I would see her pussy from underneath.
Impressive. Beautiful.
Watching her, I fondled my cock in my briefs. Hmm, what a beautiful sight to behold.
Without warning, I move closer and grab her waist from behind, rocking my bulge against her naked backside.
I took the clamps off and dropped them on the bed, before folding Amelia's arms behind her back.
I leaned in and raised one of her hands up, licking and biting her armpit. I reached for her boobs through the space and squeezed them without mercy.
They were so much red now and no longer the pink ones I used to know.
All thanks to the nipple clamps.
"M…..master." she moaned as I circled my fingertips around her boobs, smacking her tits. "I'm…. I'm dying…." She said and I spanked her on the butt. She yelped and shot out her ass.
"God…." A silent moan rippled through her tongue as I dipped two of my fingers in her asshole, thrusting in and out.
I would move to her pussy again and rub the entrance, sliding in. A minute for the anal finger thrust, three minutes for her coochie rub.
"Will you ever disobey me again?" I asked, whipping her with the floggers. "Will you stop calling trouble for yourself?"
"Ah. Ah." She cried, her tears, slipping down her face. It trickled down her nipples and I rubbed it on them, pinching them so hard.
"Master! I…. would never do that."
"Good girl." I grinned, smacking her pussy. Again, she jerked. "Come, you need to have some sleep." I scooped her in my arms and kissed her as I dropped her on the bed.
I laid on the bed too, wrapping my hands around her waist as her back was turned to me.
My palms grazed her body as I placed lingering touches all over her sensitive parts.
My fingers moved down her thighs and I parted them with my hand, before sliding into her pussy. Teasing her clit.
"W….what are you doing?" She asked, her voice barely audible as a moan now took over. "I...I..thought you said I should sleep."
I chuckled, locking my lips with hers, pulling and rubbing her cunt furiously.
"Mm mm." She moaned in my mouth and shut her eyes, feeling the pleasure and pain.
"Sleep my foot!" I grunted, thrusting my fingers into her ass again. Her mouth widened, but she couldn't say anything. I made her touch my cock and led her to pull and fondle with it.
"Fuck." I groaned, slapping her ass. "You can do it better."
"Ow ow." Her moans filled the air, I fingered and teased her pussy while she continued playing with my dick.
Seconds later, she came, her sticky orgasm on my fingertips, sipping down my palm.
"I do not plan to fuck you today." I said, turning her around to face me. As I spoke, I rubbed my cock against her entrance slowly and she bit her lips to stop a loud moan from slipping out. "I am only in the mood to punish you and for two days, your punishment continues." I informed her, my voice rigid.
"W…. what's this?" Her eyebrows widened in shock as I took the rotating balls.
"What does it look like? Who told you we're done here?" I asked, inserting the balls inside her vagina. "I would be having some visitors soon and you are to serve us wine. Now get up. I will control the balls from here." I grinned, picking up my phone. She jerked her head backwards, as I increased the pace of the balls.
"How am I supposed to walk.. wi...with the balls in me?"