My Turn, Little Pet

BELLA’s POV

“Good girl.’’ Domenico’s voice echoed in the darkness of the room.

Before I could utter a word, the vibrator slammed down onto my slick center, accompanied by the firm, relentless pressure of his fingers spreading my heat wide.

My breath caught in my throat.

My body trembled intensely.

I broke. 

My back arched off the leather table so hard my spine nearly snapped, a high, shattered shriek tearing from my throat as the delayed climax finally hit me like a freight train. 

Spasms ripped through my lower belly, wave after wave of intense, blinding friction washing over my brain until my vision turned completely white. 

My thighs trembled violently against the leather restraints, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as the release washed over me.

Yet as the peak slowly receded, leaving my skin drenched in sweat and my chest heaving, a hollow, bitter ache remained deep inside me.

I wanted more.

I didn’t just want their fingers or the slow, arousing whispers.

I wanted them buried deep inside me until I couldn’t breathe.

‘’Please…’’ I managed to choke out, my breath hanging in my throat.

Alessandro leaned down, his warm breath brushing my damp temple as his fingers unlocked the heavy cuffs at my wrists. 

Domenico unbuckled my ankles, his calloused palm lingering for a fraction of a second against my trembling calf before he stepped back. 

They didn't say utter a word.

They wrapped a heavy robe over my shoulders, hauled me up, and marched me back to my room in absolute silence while I followed with trembling legs.

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It had been three week since that night at the basement and neither of them had touched me.

Not once. 

Every morning, the same annoyed maid with an attitude problem comes into my room carrying a tray with a new piece of scandalous, back opening, cut out bodysuits and tiny silk slips that barely cover my hips. 

Every day, I put them on without any complaints, walk down the long hallway to Alessandro and Domenico’s study before displaying myself in front of their desks as they worked.

And everyday, they barely looked up. 

They treated me like I was invisible. Alessandro would cork me an indifferent nod after every performance. While Domenico would glance up from his laptop and then continue working without uttering a word.

It was killing me.

My hand tightened into fist as I dug my nails into my palm.

It was super embarrassing but I wanted them. 

I wanted them so badly, that my pussy ached every single day I go into their study.

And it hurt so much to be met with cold indifference. Cause it seemed like the mafia twins didn’t care about me anymore. 

I was done waiting for them to come to me.

I’ll just go to them instead.

A sly smirk corked across my lips as I stood near the edge of my bed, staring directly at the subtle dark lens of the pinhole camera hidden inside the top corner of the wooden wardrobe. I knew they were watching. 

I knew there was a monitor on Domenico’s desk displaying this exact room.

I had seen it the last time I went to their study.

‘’Let’s see who breaks first.’’ I kept my eyes locked straight on the camera lens and slowly reached behind my back. 

My fingers were slow, threading seductively along the line of my spinal cord until I found the tiny zipper of the lace I was wearing.

I pulled it down.

The delicate fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked in the center of the room.

My breath hitched in my throat as cold air hit my bare breasts. 

My heart hammered wildly against my chest, a mixture of shame and intense heat rushing straight to my face.

I stepped backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, sinking down onto the silk sheets. 

I didn't break eye contact with the camera. 

Slowly, with my hand shaking slightly, I slid my fingers down my stomach. 

I slowly parted my legs, my thumb brushing against my wet, swollen lips.

A sharp gasp escaped my mouth at the touch. 

I dragged my thumb over my clitoris, my hips lifting slightly off the bed as I began to stroke myself, breathing heavily while watching the little red light flicker on the wall.

‘’Oh God—Ahhh!’’ I threw my head back, my second finger sliding in to join the first, the wetness providing enough friction. 

CLICK!

The door handle turned and the door slowly swung open. 

My hand froze. 

I scrambled back against the headboard, my face burning with a sudden, violent wave of humiliation as Alessandro and Domenico stepped slowly into the room.

Domenico had a sly, mocking smirk on his lips as he leaned against the door. ‘’Well…we’ll…’’ he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. ‘’Look at our little captive. Is that how desperate you’ve become, Bella?”

My heart hammered incessantly in my chest.

‘’I—‘’ My words hung in my throat as Alessandro closed the door behind them, the lock snapping shut with a heavy sound.

He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket, his dark eyes burning with a sudden, terrifying heat as he took in my bare, trembling form.

“Trying to put on a private show for us?” Alessandro rasped, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. “Look at you. Touching yourself like a starved dog because we didn't give you attention. Where did all that sharp, arrogant mouth go?”

“I... I wasn't—” The lie died in my throat as Domenico walked up to the side of the bed.

My breath caught.

Hw reached out, grabbing my ankle and yanking me down the mattress until my hips were at the edge.

Before I could let out a yelp, he stepped in between my legs, his hands gripping my hips with bruising strength. 

“Isn’t this what you’ve been craving for all week?‘’ He growled, leaning down until his lips were close to mine.

My lips quivered.

Before I could utter a word, his lips slammed into mine in a rough, possessive kiss that had the air in my lungs freezing.

His tongue invaded my mouth while his fingers dug into my skin.

‘’Ouuu..’’ I let out a moan into his lips, my hand reaching up to yank his head further but he broke away from the kiss. 

His lips slid away from mine to my chin then my neck, his teeth nipping sharply at the silver collar at my throat until I let out a breathless gasp. 

Behind me, Domenico’s large hands cupped my bare breasts, squeezing them firmly, his thumb rolling over my hard, erect nipples while his breath hot-pressed against my shoulder blade.

I didn’t even know when he came in behind me. 

His voice lowered, his breath falling on my neck. ‘’Answer us, Bella. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all week?’’

The way my name slid off his lips….

I couldn’t even think about it.

His had slid down to push tow thick, fingers straight into my pussy hole without warning. 

I screamed into the empty room, my back arching violently as he worked his fingers in and out of me with a hard, relentless pace. “Yes!” I sobbed, my fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. “Yes, damn you!”

“Good girl.’’Alessandro murmured into my ear, his voice turning low and dark with praise.

It sent chills down my spine.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt with one hand while holding my thigh pinned open with the other. 

In one swift move, his aligned himself and push straight inside me, stretching me open until my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

A ragged, loud cry tore from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching my inner walls past their limit.

“Fuck!’’ Alessandro growled, his head snapping back as he paused for a second, letting my tight heat adjust to his thickness. “Look at how wet she is for this, Dom. She’s taking all of it.”

His hips bucked forward as he began to move, his strokes long, hard, brutal.

‘’Oh fuckkkk!’’ I moaned, my hand tightening around the sheets as my core tightened around him, eliciting a sharp groan.

Everytime my back tried to lift off the mattress, Domenico’s hand snapped around the front of my neck. Not enough to stop the air completely, but enough to pin me down, forcing me to feel every inch of his dick in my runt. 

“Whose girl are you?” Domenico demanded from above me, his thumb pressing lightly against my windpipe as he watched his brother pound into my body.

“Yours...” I choked out, my hands flying up to grip Alessandro’s shoulders as an overwhelming wave of pleasure flared in the pit of my stomach.

Sweat glistened down my forehead, my hips bucking forward to meet his thrusts. ‘’Yours!’’ 

‘’Yes, little pet!’’ Alessandro grunted, his pace turning increasingly fast.

My vision blurred with tears at the agonizing pleasure of his thrusts. 

‘’That’s it, Bella. Take it like a good little whore.” He screamed loudly in my ear.

My chest constricted as the degradation did something lethal to me.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. 

I screamed out as my body violently clamped around him, my inner muscles tightening around his length so tight, he let out a harsh, gut wrenching groan. 

But his thrusts didn’t stop.

He pushed through my climax, riding me through the waves of heat until he finally stiffened, spilling himself deep inside me with a heavy, low growl.

He let out a sharp ragged breath before pulling out of me.

Before I could even sink into the mattress from exhaustion, Domenico flipped me onto my hands and knees, grabbing my hair to pull my head back while he guided his own thick, throbbing length straight into my wet, aching entrance from behind.

“My turn, little pet.’’ He growled into my ear, slamming into me hard enough to knock the rest of my breath out of my lungs.