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“Good girl.” Alessandro slips his fingers out of me and sucks his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact.

“You taste so fucking sweet, Poppy.”

I need his fingers in me again. Fast, before I lose it.

“Come,” he commands.

Like a needy whore, I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s much bigger than the room downstairs, with plush furniture and a king-sized bed with pristine white sheets. Brown curtains hang on the walls.

“I want to punish you,” Alessandro says.

I stare at him, confused. He takes my chin in his hand.

“What do you mean you want to punish me?”

“I promise, it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

I swallow hard with a slight nod.

He lets go of my chin and walks to his closet. He takes out a whip and handcuffs.

“No way in hell,” I object.

“Poppy, trust me, it’s just as much fun for the both of us.”

“You derive pleasure from beating and cuffing me?”

“Yes,” he replies with a firm gaze.

He can’t be serious.

“That’s fucked up, Alessandro.”

“I’m fucked up, and I fucking want to have you on your knees right now begging for me.” His voice has gotten a little higher.

I squeeze my eyes shut, giving myself time to think. This is my out. I can leave now and put this all behind me—put him behind me...

But I don’t. My curiosity and hunger for him overpower my common sense.

“Alright,” I whisper, almost already regretting it.

“Take your dress off,” he commands.

He watches me as I pull my black dress over my head until it forms a mess on the floor as I let go of it. I’m standing next to him in only blue matching underwear.

“Your bra, too.” His eyes are still fixed on me.

I unclasp my bra and take it off to meet my dress on the floor.

He tosses the cuffs on the bed and has the whip in his hand.

“I’ll hit you only five times, and you have to count with me. Do you understand?”

I nod nervously, not missing his overly commanding tone.

“Now bend over.”

I slowly drop to my knees, holding the wooden bed frame for support.

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