I let out a tired sigh when I read my mom’s text.

After years of nothing from her, suddenly now, she’s all concerned about me?

I don’t buy it. And that’s why I haven’t been responding to her lame attempts at communication.

Besides, Luca’s been nothing but kind and gentle to me—except for when I specifically don’t want him to be kind and gentle, of course—and my mom has been her usual egotistical, abrasive self.

Also, I’m kind of . . . tied up right now.

Literally.

Luca went outside when the doorbell rang, but it’s been half an hour and he’s still not back yet. It’s quiet in the house, and I wonder if he’s even home at all.

Maybe he’s gone out and left me to sit here all day, tied up with porn playing on the big screen in front of me and a vibrator on my pussy.

He could do that. And he would do that. When Luca’s being cruel to me, he hits me where it hurts.

Other men may only hurt me physically and verbally, but Luca messes with my mind. He gets me all dripping and desperate for him, and then he makes me wait and beg for him to take me. At that point, I’m happy to do anything for release.

If Luca’s really gone and, say, a robber breaks in here and finds me, I don’t know what I’d do. I mean, there’s nothing I can do. I’m sitting backward on a bar chair Luca’s dragged in here from the kitchen island.

My chest leans against the back of the chair, while my thighs rest on the seat and my ass hangs over the edge. My legs and the chair legs are taped together.

If a criminal bursts into this room and sees me naked and gift-wrapped like a Christmas present, I worry about what he’d do. At the same time, the idea of a robber forcing himself on me is . . . kind of hot.

That’s exactly what’s happening in the porno I’m watching. Luca’s done some magic to the TV in his bedroom so it shows my phone display on the screen, which is why my video was interrupted by a decidedly unsexy text message.

Currently, I’m watching yet another video where a woman’s being taken by force.

The porn stars’ acting would be more believable if they didn’t also show the part where they interviewed the women to show they were actually doing everything willingly.

But who am I kidding? I don’t really care if the storyline is believable, or if the actual sex scene should be in a different video than the interview scene.

Wetness has been trickling out of me and onto the chair. I’m literally trembling with arousal.

A vibrator is nestled at the corner where the seat and the back of the chair meet, between my thighs. It feels good, but not enough to bring me over the edge. Luca’s positioned it so I could feel the vibrations, but not press myself on it.

When the door opens behind me, I prick my ears up. The way my shoulders are tied to the back of the chair, I can’t twist around to see who’s joined me in this room.

Luca?

. . . or a robber?

Whoever’s in the room, he (or she?) isn’t giving me any clues. All I hear are footsteps and heavy breaths.

Judging by how Luca reacted when I told him about my past lovers, he’s not the kind of guy who’d share. So even though I haven’t expressly told him not to bring in another person into the bedroom, I’m pretty sure that’s not what’s happening.

So, this person is probably Luca . . . right?

I gasp when fingers lightly trail down my bare back. The shadow of the figure behind me is reflected on the TV screen. He’s probably a man—a tall one. He’s wearing a hoodie. Beyond that, there’s not much I can see.

The fingers travel south. As they graze over my ass, I whimper. My heart skips a beat, and my breathing grows heavy.

I’ve had anal sex before, but I’ve never enjoyed it—not physically, at least, although mentally it’s a mind-fuck, especially because I don’t get any physical satisfaction from it, and I only do it to please the man I’m with.

My breathing slows down as the fingers brush over my taint and my wet pussy lips. Just as I begin to pant and sigh with need, a heavy hand lands on my ass and I scream in pain and surprise. My clit grazes against the seat of the chair, which is enough to send a shot of pleasure straight to my core.

A firm hand grabs my hair, and rough stubble scrapes against my ear lobe. The scent of cherries and musk tells me it’s Luca after all.

“You were naughty, doll,” he whispers dangerously in my ear.

“What did I do?”

“I told you not to move, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You think I wouldn’t know you tried to rock yourself against the vibrator?” he asks.

“But . . . I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, doll.” Luca pulls my hair in his fist.

His other hand holds a gadget and points it at the TV. The screen displays a moving image of myself. The footage is clearly being taken live right now. Obviously, Luca’s hidden a camera in this room—possibly the one I brought home from the clinic.

He says, “I could see everything.”

He really could.

I mean, I didn’t know I look like that.

I can’t tear my gaze away from my own image on the TV screen. My back is arched and my ass is sticking out, just waiting to be used. I look helpless and vulnerable.

I try to turn my head to the side to take a look at the camera, but Luca won’t let me. He pulls on my hair to keep me in place.

“You said you wanted to have some fun with the camera,” Luca whispers. “Are you having fun yet?”

Smack! His palm hits my other ass cheek.

“Answer my question, doll. Are you?” Luca asks as he spanks me again.

“Yes!” I exclaim, eager to avoid more spanking. “Yes, I’m having fun.”

“Have you forgotten how to address me?”

Smack!

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m having fun, Sir,” I say in one breath as pain pricks my skin.

“That’s good.” Luca gently caresses my ass, making the sting melt into fuzzy heat.

His fingers play with my soaked pussy lips and easily slip inside me—a sign that I’m wet and ready for him.

Luca pulls his fingers out of me. But instead of reaching for his cock, he drags his fingers up and presses one against my asshole.

My whole body tenses.

“You don’t like it when I touch you here, doll?” Luca asks as his slick finger rubs against me.

Even though I don’t usually derive physical pleasure from anal stimulation, something about this feels different.

Maybe it’s because there’s a massive screen in front of me, showing me and Luca as the stars of the most surreal porn I’ve ever seen.

Or, maybe it’s because I’m already so horny from having gone through this torture for the past half an hour. I do have a vibrator between my legs.  

Or, maybe the answer is much more simple than that. Maybe it’s because I’m with Luca.

My body shivers with pleasure, but still, anxiety plagues me. I watch the screen with unblinking eyes as Luca slides his pants down and pulls his cock out. With his fist in my hair, it’s not like I can look away.

Luca’s cock looks as threatening on screen as it does in real life.

You know how some porn stars with famously big dicks sometimes have pictures of their members juxtaposed side by side with their female co-stars’ forearms? Yeah, Luca’s cock reminds me of those pictures.

I stare at the screen as Luca closes the gap between us, but I can’t tell where he’s going until the head of his cock pushes against my opening—the front one.

As he slides inside me, I sigh, relieved that monster cock isn’t going into my ass and happy at finally being filled up.

“You’re so wet for me, doll,” Luca says as he slides in and out of me, his cock massaging my pussy walls and distracting me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I have some lube, but it would be a waste when you’re so wet, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” My heart picks up its speed. Why would we need lube? We’ve never used lube before.

“Yeah,” Luca says. “That’s why I thought I’d just use your pussy to lube me up before fucking you in the ass.”

I gulp down the anxiety filling my throat.

“You’re tensing up, doll. Don’t you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“I’d prefer it if you don’t, Sir,” I say in between panting. “But you can do anything you want to me.”

“Exactly,” Luca says, leaning closer so his chest shifts over my back as he fucks me. “Beg me to fuck you in the ass,” he commands.

“Please fuck me in the ass, Sir,” I say softly. “I beg you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

My heart hammers as Luca pulls his cock out of me.

“Watch,” Luca says, making me face the screen. “Watch me fuck you in the ass.”

On the screen, I can see the way he looks at me, the way he controls me. He handles me like he owns me.

Luca’s fingers reaches to my pussy and gathers my slick juices. He spreads it around, preparing me for his invasion.

“Relax,” he says as the spongy head of his cock presses against my ass.

I regulate my breathing, trying to inhale and exhale slowly. I know I need to calm down. The more nervous I am, the more painful it’s going to be.

Luca takes it slow. He starts to push and the head stretches me open, making way for his girth. Luckily, my wetness that Luca’s spread all over helps minimize any friction.

I whimper as Luca pulls out a little and thrusts deeper inside. This doesn’t feel natural, but this is also exactly how I want Luca to treat me—like a sex toy for him to use and abuse as he pleases, without worrying about my pain or comfort level.

When I feel his balls on my pussy, I let out a big, relieved exhale. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts like hell. But even though he’s all the way inside me now, filling me up to the brim, it feels like I can relax for a few seconds as long as he doesn’t move.

My instincts tell me to reach behind me and push the invader away, but my hands are tied, literally.

“Ready, doll?” Luca asks.

I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% ready, but this is probably as ready as I’m going to get. “Yes, Sir.”

Luca pulls his shirt off, flaunting the beautiful ink covering his skin. He straightens his spine and squares his shoulders.

He means business now, I realize, as fear spreads in my chest.

“Good,” he says. “I was going to do it even if you weren’t.”

Luca’s gentler than usual. But still, every time his thick, hard cock sinks into my ass, all my muscles tense as pain floods my system. At the same time, my hips roll forward to push my clit against the vibrator, injecting some pleasure into me.

“Your ass is so tight, doll. I think I’m going to use this hole a lot more often from now on,” he taunts me in my ear.

“You can do anything you want, Sir.”

“Anything?” he asks dangerously.

“Anything.”

“Be careful what you wish for, doll.”

I cry out as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder now. With my ass hanging off the chair and all my limbs restrained, there’s nothing I can do but take it, take all the pain and the pleasure Luca gives me.

And despite the pain—or maybe because of the pain—things start to feel good. My mind screams at me, telling me how dirty I am, how depraved, for begging this man to fuck me in the ass. The nastiness of it all heightens my arousal to new heights.

Luca grabs the vibrator and holds it right against my pussy as he thrusts harder and more painfully into me. “I want you to come for me.”

To my shame, I shudder against the vibrator, bucking and writhing on the bar chair, even as I continue to yelp like a wounded dog from the pain.

“I want you to come for me while I fuck you in the ass,” Luca says.

The command to come. The thick monster cock sliding in and out of my ass. His cocky voice. His magnificent body that moves powerfully on the screen. His sinews and muscles that ripple under his skin as he torments me.

Before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see myself coming like I’ve gone completely out of control on the screen, shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind.

“Good girl,” Luca says. “Keep coming for me, doll.”

Luca fucks me with abandon, making me lurch painfully against my restraints. The tapes and ropes cut into my flesh as he pumps into me until he comes, his hand wrapping around my neck.

When his body stills, I realize tears are rolling down my cheeks, even as my body continues to quiver in ecstasy. Both my mind and my body give in, overwhelmed by the tsunami of pain, pleasure, and primal instinct.

“Tell me I can do anything I want to you,” Luca says breathlessly when he stops pumping his hot, sticky cum inside me.

“You can do anything you want to me,” I say in complete surrender, my body limp and spent from his abuse.

I let out a big, relieved sigh as Luca pulls his cock out of my ass. My body finally relaxes, after tensing up for so long.

As usual, the nice, gentle Luca’s back.

He removes my bindings, kissing the red and purple marks on my skin.

He wipes my tears away with his thumb.

He turns off the camera and the video feed so the TV displays my phone home screen again.

Then, he cleans me up with a soft, warm towel.

“Did you like that?” Luca asks as he lifts me up from the chair, his powerful arms scooping me and moving me to his bed.

“Yeah,” I admit. I smile as I lean my head against Luca’s chest and enjoy the fuzzy tingles spreading all over my body. “Remember when you said we were doomed?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Luca lies down beside me on the bed and strokes my hair.

“Maybe we’re not doomed. Maybe we’re just the same kind of crazy,” I say.

“Maybe you’re right,” Luca says.

When I open my eyes to look at him, I catch a glimpse of the TV screen, which has switched to showing my phone screen again. There are new messages from my mom.

“Did you ever tell my mom about why you went to in prison?” I ask.

Luca follows my gaze and reads the texts on the screen. “No,” he says. “But maybe she heard from someone else. Word travels fast here. You know that.”

I nod.

“Are you worried? Because of what she’s telling you about me?” Luca asks.

I shake my head. “I’ve never trusted my mom, and I’m not going to start now.”

Luca remains silent as he wraps his arms around me.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” I muse.

“What is it?”

“You’ve got me hooked on something.”

“Anal sex?” Luca cocks an eyebrow.

I laugh. “Not necessarily anal.”

“Okay, you want more anal sex. Got your message, loud and clear.”

“No.” I giggle. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

I want to tell him I’m addicted to him—not just the kind of sex we have. But I’m chicken shit. All I hope for is to make the status quo last for as long as possible.

“Ready for your piercing tomorrow?” Luca asks.

“Yeah.”