HARRIET'S POV
I stepped into my room, and my eyes widened in surprise.
Different sets of red lingerie lay carefully arranged on the bed, with a note tucked underneath.
My heart skipped a beat as I read the message:
"Choose one of these and wear it. The maid will blindfold you and bring you to me - Marco Sanchez."
This was the moment I'd been waiting for, the reason I'd been here for close to three days.
I picked up one of the lingerie sets and held it against my chest. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself.
"This is it, Harriet. Just do it and get it over with."
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I stood before the mafia king, blindfolded and trembling.
"The sweet girl is here," I heard his cold voice, sending shivers down my spine.
"Give me your hand," he said.
I hesitated, then placed my hand in his.
A few moments later, I heard a door click shut behind us.
Don Sanchez grabbed my waist. His grip around my waist was so tight, making me uneasy.
"Oh, Harriet," he whispered.
"Don Sanchez," I replied, trying to sound calm.
"Call me Marco," he insisted.
He removed the blindfold, and I blinked in the bright light. The room was enormous, even larger than the one I was occupying now.
"Where are we?" I asked hesitantly.
"You're in my favorite place, my secret haven," he replied.
My gaze fell upon a rack filled with different handcuffs, chains, and whips.
Fear crept up my spine.
"Are we going to use all these?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Marco smiled. "Don't ask silly questions. Remember, I always like it rough. Pleasure and pain."
Marco traced his finger over my lips.
"Remove your clothes," he commanded, his voice firm.
I had wanted to get this done quickly, but fear gripped me. Maybe it was because this was going to be my first time.
Slowly, I removed the cape covering the lingerie, exposing more of myself than I was comfortable with.
I instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands.
"Don't cover yourself in front of me," Marco growled.
I hesitated, then dropped my hands.
"Now, go and sit on the bed," he ordered.
I obeyed his command to avoid another scolding. Just as I sat, he issued another command: "Lie down."
I complied.
He picked up a whip with frays at the end from the rack. I trembled, unsure what he planned to do.
Marco moved closer and trailed the whip over my legs and torso.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Harriet," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.
The whip's gentle touch sent a tingling sensation through me, one I couldn't shake.
"How does it feel?" Marco asked.
"It's tingling," I whispered.
His piercing eyes locked onto mine, and he chuckled. "It's amazing."
I felt quite uneasy so I closed my eyes.
But he gripped the back of my hair and forced me to open my eyes.
"Open your eyes," he commanded.
I don't know where the courage came from, but I defied his command.
"I said, open your fucking eyes!" he repeated, his voice rising.
I opened them this time.
"Do you know what you just did? You made me repeat myself, so you'll be punished," Marco said.
He held out my palm, raised the whip and lashed me.
"Ouch!" I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Was that painful?" Marco asked.
I gritted my teeth, annoyed by the question, but tried to keep my response measured to avoid provoking him further. "Yes."
He chuckled. "Maybe you need some more strokes to reset your brain."
"No please," I begged.
Marco leaned in. "You know nothing, sweet girl. But that's okay, I'll force you to learn the rules."
I recoiled, thinking he was about to kiss me. But he pulled back.
I took a deep breath and tried to reason with him. "Please, Marco, just sleep with me, give me the money and let me go."
Tears began to fall despite my efforts to hold them back.
"Come sit in this chair," another order came from him.
I rose from the bed and sat in the chair, its cold metal biting into my skin.
Marco slapped handcuffs on my wrists.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded.
"I thought I told you no one fucking questions me like that?" His eyes flashed with anger.
I couldn't bear to look at him.
"Since you're so ignorant and know nothing about sex, a demonstration would be good for you," he sneered.
He clapped, and out of nowhere, Lady One appeared, dressed in a revealing stripper outfit.
"Lady One, we have an audience today. Put on a good show," Marco ordered.
"Yes, Master," she replied.
The girl was so submissive to the mafia king. That could never be me, never.
I watched in discomfort as they began kissing passionately in front of me.
Lady One unbuttoned Marco's shirt, revealing his chiseled physique, complete with abs and a tattoo on his chest.
Their display annoyed me, so I decided to turn away.
"I said, watch and learn, Harriet," Marco yelled.
But I refused to obey.
Marco held my cheeks with just a hand, his grip painfully tight. "You have to learn the rules."
"I don't want to learn any rules. You're making me uneasy. Why can't this just be quick?" I cried.
"Nothing is quick with me," Marco sneered.
He grabbed a thin black whip from the rack and ordered Lady One to kneel before him.
Each lash he inflicted on her was met with moans of pleasure, not pain.
Was she that dumb? I guess that was how Marco had programmed the minds of his objects.
"I want more, Master," she begged.
What? That was crazy.
My heart ached for the poor girl. I couldn't bear it anymore.
"You're out of your mind," I shouted at Marco, my voice echoing through the room.
His eyes blazed with fury.
"Leave," he ordered Lady One.
Marco walked over to me, unlocked the handcuffs, and leaned in, his face inches from mine.
"Did you like the show?" he asked.
"Never, you devil," I spat, slapping him hard across the face.
I was shocked by what I just did. I hit the most revered mafia king.
Marco's eyes narrowed. "You're playing with fire, Harriet."
I trembled, knowing the consequences of my actions. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I pleaded.
"This is all your fault. You made me watch that nasty display," I said, tears streaming down.
"Yes, you have to learn the rules Harriet. You need the money, right? Earn it!"
"You know what? I don't want to do this anymore. Just terminate the contract okay."
"You want to leave just like that? It seems you didn't read the contract. You're not leaving my territory until the deal is done."
I burst into tears. "You're a monster!"
Marco raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you see me?"
"Yes!" I spat. "You're straight from hell. You're ruthless and heartless. I don't think you know anything about love."
Marco's face darkened.
"Just shut up," he growled, pinning me to the wall and slamming his fists against it.
"You're starting to piss me off!" he snarled.
I stood my ground, my voice shaking. "Oh, I am? I'm the one who has been captured by the Mafia King for days and subjected to nothing but pain."
Marco's eyes blazed with intensity.
"What exactly do you want from me Marco?"
"You! I want you! Give yourself to me willingly!"