The Slave of Pleasure
chapter 12

Rachel "Follow me," he said. I followed him, a little more relieved but no less apprehensive about what was going to happen. In front of his bed there was a door that was different from the others in the house. It was apparently made of iron and seemed very heavy. He unlocked the door and said in a firm voice, "Come in." I immediately hesitated because I didn't know what was waiting for me. I looked at him with an indecisive look and he said, "Don't be afraid. I would even say I don't bite, but I would be lying." Those words resonated within me, bringing me a certain relief, comical and undeniably sensual. I gave a shy smile in the hope of dispelling the nervousness that was flooding my heart. After taking a deep breath, I took the first step towards the dark corridor that appeared in front of me. Each step I took echoed through that place, further stirring my imagination of what could be at the end of that tunnel. Vincenzo closed the door as soon as I entered, not in a hurry but in a way that The knock on the door seemed to end my sentence.

He walked calmly behind me and I could only try to glimpse what was at the end of that corridor. I saw that in the distance the image was softly incandescent like the light that comes from torches. I thought it was just an exaggerated idealization of mine until, in the midst of my assumptions, I saw myself at my destination and absolutely nothing, not even my craziest thoughts could prepare me for that.

My eyes and my face could not hide my surprise and feeling of disbelief, what was before me was a stone hall, rustic like a medieval dungeon, there were torches on the walls, ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling, a gigantic bed with shackles on its headboard and all around it, there were handcuffs on the walls as well as chairs and things that resembled armchairs with shapes I had never seen before, I was stunned, keeping my body still only my head turned slowly contemplating all that, at the exact moment that the ecstasy of astonishment began to dissipate, the first movement my body made was to take a step back, but my escape route was immediately obstructed when, as I tried to retreat, I felt his robust body blocking the only exit from that place. I let out a sigh that expressed a feeling that not even I knew exactly what it was. I didn't have the courage to turn around and face him. I felt his face approaching my neck on the right side. His breathing made my entire body shiver and with a firm voice full of profane desire, he told me, "A deal is a deal." My entire body shivered at that simple sentence. I felt afraid, but at the same time, strangely, everything started to excite me. Then I quickly turned around and looked at him with an immediate look of fearful desire. Vincenzo started walking towards me and I started to back away instinctively, letting myself be guided by him. His eyes were fixed on mine, they overflowed with lust and depravity until I felt the side of the bed delimit how far I could retreat. I felt cornered and at the mercy of the deepest desires that inhabit his mysterious heart. "Let's start," he said close to my face as he brought his big, strong hands to my breasts. Nervousness and excitement mixed together, and not knowing how to act, I just remained receptive. He began to unbutton my blouse. With each button he opened, my heart raced. It beat strongly until the last button was finally removed from its cuff, leaving my breasts supported by a black lace bra on display, while my heavy, panting breath emanated. "They're even more beautiful in person," Vincenzo said, admiring my breasts. I couldn't answer because I was still trying to process everything that was happening and what was about to happen. He made a movement similar to an attempted hug and with impressive dexterity he opened the clasp of my bra, leaving my breasts completely exposed to whatever he was planning to do. His breathing close to my body made me more and more excited. The uncertainties and fears began to give way to a desire that was rapidly intensifying. He knelt on one leg and after sliding his hands from my waist towards my hips, he began to remove my skirt and my panties with a direct and precise movement to the floor. I sighed when the last pieces of clothing had left my body. What could come next, I asked myself in a fraction of a second. Vincenzo stood up and looked at me with a contemplative gaze that overflowed with the desire to possess me completely. For a brief moment I mistakenly thought that his first touch on my naked body would be soft and gentle, even though I was surrounded by everything that screamed the opposite. A final exchange of glances took place before His expression changed to an aggressive tone and before I could interpret that new look, he threw me with force and exciting brutality. He surrounded the bed looking at me like a lion faces its defenseless prey. He turned his attention to a corner of the room where there was a rope rolled up in a spiral. He walked towards it, picked it up and unrolled it and with extremely skillful movements he made what seemed to be a kind of "rope trap". In a few seconds it seemed that what he wanted to do was ready. He turned his attention to me, staring at me fixedly and began to walk towards me with the rope in his hands. When he reached the bed again, he began to tie my arms and legs, passing my entire body in a tangle of ropes. I simply physically obeyed his wishes until I found myself in a position that I had never found myself in before.