"You're the one who's putting me in danger," she growls. "You're the one who's risking someone killing me if I stay here!"
"You're being a snarky little thing today, bambina. I don't fucking like it."
"Then punish me even more." She rolls her eyes. "It seems like that's all you want to do."
"What I want to do and what I need to do are two very different things." I step closer to her, backing her up against my wall. I lean down, my forehead resting against hers, my lips an inch away from brushing against her soft mouth. "What I want to do… is lick your little clit until you're begging me for mercy."
She gasps, the sound soft between us.
I smirk at her. I know I have her backed up into a corner. My assumption is correct. She wants me after all—no matter what. She can't even fight her own feelings. In fact, she doesn't even seem to be trying.
"I don't want you touching me," she manages.
"Is that so?" I laugh in her face, both of us knowing she's laughing through her teeth. "Maybe I'll never touch you again then. How would you like that as a punishment?"
Her full lips purse.
My bambina is upset and it's fucking adorable. She can't bear the thought of being without my touch. She's already so damn addicted.
"You couldn't keep your hands off me." She smirks. "You want me just as much."
"See, Marzia," I start. "Your first mistake is admitting you do like me. Because now, I can do whatever the fuck I want with that knowledge. And I fully intend on using it to torture you further. Also, since you're so intent on betraying my trust, I'm taking an extra precaution. We're installing cameras in your salon and bedroom."
"What?" She narrows her eyes at me. "You can't do that to me. I need my privacy!"
"You gave up your right to privacy when you tried to run from me," I tell her. "Until you can prove to me you're worthy of my trust by being on your best behavior, I'm not putting up with any more of your nonsense. The cameras go up tonight."
"I hope you're happy," she hisses. "Now you'll control every move I make. What a great punishment."
I smirk at her. "Of course I'm happy. And once you prove your loyalty, we can talk about removing the cameras. Although I think, you'll end up liking them as much as I will. But that isn't your only punishment, Marzia."
"There's more?"
"Of course there's more." I grin at her, tilting my head to the side as I say, "Strip."
"W-What?"
"You heard me, Marzia. Strip naked, right the fuck now."
Shakily, she approaches me.
For a second, I'm convinced she'll cuss me out or try to stop me, but she does nothing of the sort. Instead, she slowly removes her panties and tosses them at me. I catch them, enjoying her furious expression as I pocket the slip of silk. Her nightie follows next, and she tosses that at me too, before standing before me in her full naked glory. She looks fucking amazing, and it takes everything I have in me not to take her then and there. But I need to pace myself. I can't have my fill of Marzia just yet. Not before her punishment is over.
"What now?" she hisses. "Are you going to parade me around the house like this?"
"Thanks for the idea, let's save it for another occasion. I'm sure you're not done disobeying me. But no." I grin at her darkly. "You're free to go, Marzia."
Her eyes widen and then narrow with disbelief. "What do you mean?"
"You're free to go." I make a sweeping motion with my arm. "Your prison is no longer. So feel free to run away from me again."
She keeps staring at me uncertainly, as if she can't quite believe this is real. "Are you serious?"
"Of course." I grin. "Go on, bambina. Run away from me."
She ponders what she should do for a quiet moment before taking off in a flash. I chuckle at her blind naivete. It's not like she'll get far, but I still give her a couple of seconds before I run after her. Marzia will be so fucking crushed when she realizes this was all a game to me—I was never going to let her get away. I just want to crush her hopes of escaping once and for all.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," I call out as I follow in her footsteps. She must be terrified, scared and cold without any clothes on, but I don't give a damn. She deserves it for letting me down.
I see her running past me and head outside after her, strolling leisurely. The guards let her pass and her own shock slows her down enough to allow my fingers graze over her forearm.