Chapter Three: Her Punishment

As the gavel falls, he steps forward, putting my gag back on and claiming me. I am in so much shock that I don't react. His grip is firm as he leads me away from the stage. The crowd watches, their envy palpable. I'm no longer Emilia, first daughter and heir to the Collin fortune. I'm a possession, a pawn to a deadly man.

We exit the grand hall, and he guides me to a waiting car. The driver doesn't ask questions. He knows better or is he used to this. As soon as we get in the car jerks forward and zooms off in the direction of what I only assume will be my new torture chamber for the rest of my life. Despite my will to fight and try to open the door to my freedom, my body refuses to move, like I'm stuck in glue. I look out the tinted out window and resign to my fate.

About fifteen minutes go by and a mansion looms ahead. Actually it was more like a fortress as the car drew nearer. The car comes to a stop at the massive metal gates that stood before us. It's obsidian bars shining in the sunlight and the initials LH boldly sitting in the middle of it. I was rich, yes, but I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of the gate and even the building that sat grandiosely behind it.

A security check was done; one that I paid no attention to, before the gates opened mechanically and the car passed through and into the grounds of the mansion. The car comes to a halt and the doors open allowing Luca and I to get down from the car. I look around the grounds and notice the fountain in the middle of the grounds. A mermaid posed in all her beauty with water running out of her hands like she was offering it up to the mortals beneath her. Rare flowers peppered the gardens drawing my attention towards them. I don't stay out long to gawk at them because my arm is taking and I am dragged into the mansion. The staff that stands in the lobby of the mansion bows to the mafia don beside me. I turn to him just in time to see him give them a nod and walk off with me in tow.

The staff don't pay me any mind and disperse to go about their day while I am taken up the stairs and towards a room with large oak doors. Luca places his hand on the door while I plant my feet into the ground to prevent him from taking me in there. He pushes open the door and pulls me along. I stand my ground glaring at him. If he was pulling me into a room, that meant that he planned to have his way with me. I was not going to allow that. I’d rather be tortured.

Luca turns to me and raises an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asks before he sweeps me off my feet, literally and carries me into the room on his shoulder. I squirm but he doesn't give. Before I know it, he drops me on the plush bed in the middle of the room and sits me up. He leans in close, causing me to shut my eyes and wait for what happens next but to my surprise, the gag in my mouth is pulled down. I open my eyes to see Luca sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me intently. I scoot back on my butt and eye him cautiously.

"Why?" I demand, my voice raw.

His dark gray eyes meet mine, and he smiles.

"Because I want you." He deadpans as if it is the most obvious answer to my question.

"It's not that simple." I whisper under my breath, sure that my torture would begin soon.

He chuckles and stands up from the bed, the sun dancing off his figure.

"Oh, I assure you it is. Now that you belong to me, there are rules..."

"I don't belong to anyone." I argue.

"I paid twenty million dollars for you. I'm pretty sure that you do."

I stare at him, nothing leaving my mouth when I realize that he was right. I glance at the bed and turn my face away from him.

"Like I was saying, there are only three rules for you to follow while you stay here. One. If you want something, then you need to earn it. Two. You can't leave the mansion without my permission. Three. If you don't do what I ask then you get punished."

My head flies up in shock and I gape at him for a moment before recovering my voice.

"Punished? Earn what I want? What are these rules supposed to mean?" I question, my voice quivering.

"Call me master." He says with a playing look.

"What? No. Never." I reply, looking at him incredulously.

"Call me master or you get punished." He says again, getting closer to me. I glare at him and strengthen my resolve.

"Never."

"Good choice." Is all he says before he grabs me by my legs and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. My hands are still bound and I can't fight back but I try to wiggle my way out of his strong hands. He pins my feet under one of his hands and pulls out a switchblade from his back pocket. He flips it open and places the cold metal on my skin.

"Stay still." He speaks, his voice now more menacing than it was before. With my eyes trained on the blade, I still, not wanting to risk my safety in the heat of the moment. My hands above my head balls up into fist, preparing for the worst. He grins at my obedience. Luca lets go of my leg and slips his hand under my gown. I whimper and turn my head away from him knowing that I don't have any underwear on. He's going to rape me, wasn't he? I think to myself. This is it. The worst thing that I know could happen to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath preparing myself for the pain.

To my surprise, strong hands move down my leg and grip my thighs, raising my body and arching my back. Something wet and soft touches my vagina and I squeal. I open my eyes wondering what is going on when I feel his tongue run up my vulva and hit my clitoris. I arch my back and scream out as my spine shudders in ecstasy. My body, betraying what my mind knows is wrong. I glance at him again through hooded eyes but all I can see is the top of his head as he goes down on me.

He focuses on my g-spot and begins to suck on it, flickering his tongue every opportunity he gets to make me squirm in pleasure. Although my hands are bound, I want nothing more than to grab him by his hair and push his face deeper into me. I moan loudly, all reasoning I had being thrown out the window when another wave of pleasure hits me like a tsunami.

"Please." I whisper barely audible as I try not to explode from the wonders he does with his tongue.

His finger goes inside, teasing me. I lose my mind, my toes curling.

"Please fuck me." I scream out, not being able to hold in my desires any longer.

Luca removes his head from under my gown, his finger still pumping inside me, and speaks in a voice that gives me shivers.

"Beg me."

"Please Luca. Please fuck me." I reply like a helpless drug induced addict.

"What's my name?" He questions me as he adds another finger, stretching me out.

I moan, wanting nothing more than to be turned over and pounded until I can't feel my legs again. I open my eyes just in time to see him staring at me with amusement as he pleases me. I lick my lips and give him what he wants.

"Master Luca." I say seductively.

"What do you want me to do Lia?" He asks again, not wasting a beat as he adds another finger inside me.

"Please master Luca. Fuck me." I reply breathless as another moan leaves my mouth, my body on the verge of bursting in pleasure. I was close. I was about to orgasm.

Luca smirks at me and pulls his fingers away from me. I look down, seeing his hands retreat and give him a pleading look.

"No. Please. Don't." I beg him, my eyes clouding with impure thoughts.

Luca takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking my juices off his hand and enjoying it. He eyes my petite frame as I shiver, the wave I felt coming dissipating and leaving me relentless.

"That's your punishment. The staff will be here to clean you up soon. Have a bath and dress up, then meet me in the dining room for dinner."

With that, Luca chuckles and walks out of the room, leaving me alone, a shattered and unsatisfied mess with a frustrated mind. I whisper to myself after I catch my breath.

"What the fuck was that?"