Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 132: You Weren’t With Me

She kissed him. Her mouth claimed his with authority, controlling the pace, the depth, the angle. She tilted his chin slightly with her fingers, dictating how he received her. She devoured him like she was collecting something owed.

And Luca groaned.

His hands were useless behind him, wrists bound, fingers curling into empty air. Instinct screamed at him to pull her closer, to grip her waist. Instead, he had nothing. Just heat. Just hunger. He had been starving for her.

Three days without her touch had stretched like a desert. And this single spark she struck with her mouth felt like wildfire tearing through dry land. He felt the ring tighten as his body reacted violently to her dominance, pressure building, desire pooling hot and insistent.

When she pulled back, Luca nearly pitched forward.

He chased her instinctively, lips parting, body leaning, as if gravity itself had shifted toward her mouth. Fuck. "Bambola..." he called, pleading, as she rose to her feet and stepped away from him.

The loss of her heat felt like withdrawal. She moved, picking up the crop once more, letting it rest casually in her hand.

"I’m going to be asking you questions, you answer honestly. If I sense a lie, I am going to be pissed."

The authority in her tone had returned. The softness from the kiss was gone.

"More than you already are?" Luca asked.

She ignored him again. She circled behind him slowly.

"How was your trip?" she asked from behind him.

"Terrible."

"Why?"

"You weren’t with me." Luca said simply.

Oh boy... when he said things like that, it made everything harder.

Be strong, Vee. Keep going.

Her fingers slid along his shoulders. Beneath her touch, his muscles flexed instinctively, the strength in him impossible to miss. Even restrained, even kneeling, he looked powerful. The line of his back was straight, proud. His breathing steady, though deeper now.

She wondered, fleetingly, if the position was uncomfortable. On his knees. Arms bound behind him. Exposed.

The thought almost softened her.

She replaced the crop with a paddle. Then she picked up the feather tickler and traced it lazily around the perimeter of his shoulders and chest.

His skin reacted instantly. Tiny shivers moved beneath the surface, goosebumps chasing the path of the feather. The cock ring held him rigid, unforgiving. Every light touch magnified, stretched thin by tension.

"Did you touch her?" she asked.

"Vee..."

"Answer the question."

There was no room to maneuver. No room to threaten his way out.

"Yes." He braced for impact. For the sting of the paddle. For the lash of the crop.

But nothing came.

Silence pressed in instead.

"Vee?"

Her foot moved before he could prepare. A sharp, angry shove between his shoulder blades sent him forward. His restrained arms left him defenseless as his forehead met the floor. The position stripped him of dignity in an instant.

"You’ll punish me for telling the truth?" Luca asked, pride flashing through the restraint.

"Don’t move."

He stayed where he was, breathing against the floor. He heard her moving behind him. The soft shift of objects. The quiet click of something being picked up.

Vee’s heart was racing. She reached for the butt plug with hands that were steadier than she felt. She lubricated it carefully and stepped closer.

Then she reached for his ass and pushed the plug in.

Luca grunted sharply, the sensation catching him off guard. The humiliation hit first.

Realizing she was going for that.

"Fucking bitch!" he snapped.

"You have the safe word, use it." she smirked from behind him.

He could hear the smirk in her voice, the confidence. "I’d rather die."

It was pride. It was stubbornness.

Vee shrugged, though he couldn’t see it. Her hands slid over his ass, kneading the muscle there.

"I have one question." Luca said. "Who the fuck taught you this? And I fucking hope it wasn’t a practical session."

She ignored him again. "Did you fuck her?"

"Yes."

This time the paddle landed.

The impact jolted through him, rippling across already sensitized nerves. The plug shifted inside him as his muscles clenched reflexively, pressing deeper, amplifying everything.

"Fuck!!!" he gasped.

The pleasure was violent. He was stretched tight between humiliation and arousal, pain and gratification, fury and need.

He was totally screwed.

"How many times?" she asked. She hadn’t expected the tears. They gathered anyway, stinging as she blinked them back. She refused to let them fall.

Luca sucked in a breath against the floor, forehead still pressed down. "Vee... you don’t want to hear this. I said you could do whatever you want to do to get this out of your system but you do not want to hear it." He was protecting her.

The paddle came down hard against his ass once more.

His body jolted forward again, the cuffs biting into his wrists.

"How many times?" she repeated.

"Twice."

The word had barely settled when she cried out, and brought the paddle down twice in quick succession. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Vee!" The hurt in her voice fractured him. She sounded wounded. "Vee... I swear to you. It wasn’t something I could get out of. What was I supposed to say? If it makes you feel better, I had to cum in your underwear." He forced the words out, desperate now, trying to offer her something. Some twisted form of reassurance. "Vee, I’m sorry."

Silence answered him.

She stood behind him, trembling. The paddle hung uselessly at her side now. The dominance she had built so carefully around herself was cracking under the weight of the truth.

"You have me trapped in this arrangement. I cant go forward, I cant go back. But you have all the freedom. It doesn’t matter if you came over me instead. It mattered that you could get hard enough, aroused enough to fuck her and I cant even have another man touch me without you taking a knife to their necks."

Luca closed his eyes against the floor. The humiliation of his position no longer registered. The physical intensity dulled beneath shame.