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The towel drops from his waist as I try with all my might to keep my attention on his angular face a wry smirk wrought across mine. 

“I guess you’re going to have to learn to stop when I tell you to, aren't you? I guess you’re going to have to learn what happens when you’re petulant with me.” 

Running to the other side of the room, I try the door with several quick turns but it is locked. He wants me to beg and plead with him but I know my eyes are going to betray what I really want to see and what I really want him to do with me. Without warning, he throws me onto the bed, his muscular frame pinning me in the robe as I writhe under his body, unable to stop my wrists being bound in the restraints. He was going to do as he pleased, I knew he wouldn’t truly harm me but I was his. Thrashing and struggling with all my might against the restraints I feel my energy sapping away, I’m stuck. Slave to watch whatever he wants to tease me with.  

“Look at you Laura, so predictable.”

“Fuck you.” The words feel far less potent than previously, I don’t know whether I truly mean them anymore or if my self-defence mechanisms were kicking in. This man was winning me over in his sadistic and own alluring way. I feel my eyelids flutter, the pangs of sexual longing burning in my throat and body as I struggle to stop looking at his perfect body, imagining all the things we should be doing together. 

“Can’t take your eyes away can you baby girl?” His voice rumbles, low and commanding, there was no room for hesitation with Massimo. I try to rip my attention away from him, but he’s too imposing, too sure of himself. He’s got me where he always wanted me.

‘I'm going to show you what you’re missing.”

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