Chapter Sixteen

Kate’s days with Vitorio were reveries, one following the next in a succession of days she could hardly tell apart. Everything was slightly foggy—Vitorio’s stock of fine wine poured freely. She bathed in it, had it rubbed into flogged skin, found it burning gently inside her ass when he pumped a glass into her back door and let the alcohol flood her system making her giggling and unstrained.

There were nights she slept at the foot of Vitorio’s bed—more nights than she slept in the tiny bedroom. But regardless of where she lay her head for the night, she was always collared and leashed. She was his pet. When he called for her, she came padding to him, sometimes on hands and knees. And when she wasn’t quick enough to suit him—which was often, she was punished for being tardy.

At his command, she’d bow front and center at his feet, and pray that he’d be kind to her. He never was. Though her punishments were never long in duration, they were frequent; swift and firmly laid on, with paddles, canes, birches and lashes whipped heartily against her rear to make his point. Every day her feverish and clouded mind struggled to know how better to please him, and still she came up painfully short—painful for the flesh of her ass. She swore to herself that his demands and punishments were arbitrary, but each time he named her errs, they made sense, like she should have remembered this tiny rule or injunction without having to be told. She never fought him, perhaps a function of the wine that kept her in a gentle euphoria. Bowing front and center, taking the lashings she’d earned became second nature, to the point that her body missed the flagellation when it had been many hours since her last.

One day, Vitorio was away on business and she remained tethered in her room. She drifted half unconscious most of the time, poured through a few books she was allowed to read—mostly trashy erotica. These only made her more horny. There were a few dated news magazines written in a language she found difficult to decipher so she didn’t even bother with them. When her master finally returned from his long absence, he was agitated and furious. Not with her, but that didn’t matter. She was ordered to his sitting room, made to bow before him and wait for his ruling in a brooding silence.

When Kate expected him to lay some horrifying punishment on her, Vitorio amazed her, reaching down to stroke her hair with an affection she never felt from him. She rose up at his touch, with his hand combing through her hair. Moments later, he drew her to her knees between his thighs, running hungry fingers about her face and down her neck. He tore away her summer dress as he pulled Kate into his lap and began to devour her breasts with tiny kisses. As though he were consuming her, the passion of his unrestrained exploration became more wild with each caress. She responded as eagerly, pouring out affection on the unaffectionate man like a zealous lover deprived for months of touch and taste and smell. Their senses bloomed impregnated by their unspoken desires suddenly screaming for something savage and uncontrolled that only lovemaking could release.

She orgasmed in his lap from both tenderness and furious fondling, and Vitorio followed when, without being ordered, she dropped between his legs and brought his erection to her lips, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth sucking; ravenous with need, finding the smooth pulsing stalk was raising her desire again.

He took her into his bed with him, the two sprawled together in heated combat, moving end to end over his silk sheets. They discovered pleasure in places that tentative fingers could never find.

Kate hummed with giggles and “ahs” as he showered the back of her arms and the sensitive hallows underneath with dozens of kisses. She shrieked to have his nail crawl slowly down her back until he tickled the place at the base of her spine that seemed to connect every nerve in her body.

Vitorio found his pet turning his insides out as her tongue performed feats of arousal no woman had ever performed for him before. At the back of his ear and the crook of his neck, his underarms and down his sides until she moved on his balls, floating them within her warm mouth. Straddling his hips when his erection flared again, they rode it together to a spirited end, left spent, like two children in a fight suddenly too exhausted to continue. She settled into his arms to sleep, feeling a heart beating in his chest that was no longer cold.