He approached the bed with devouring eyes, his length as hard as anything; he came all over me, his figure completely enveloping me. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me; the thought of even greater pain terrified me. My body tensed, my muscles tightening in a futile attempt to keep him out. But he was too strong, too determined. With a smooth thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely. A cry ripped from my throat, echoing through the room as he pushed deeper. My cunt tightened around him, trying to push him out, but it was a battle I knew I couldn't win. The pain was excruciating, an agony that made the room spin. His cock still lodged inside me, his weight pressing me against the mattress. His index finger gently pressing against my clit, the sensation bordering on pain mixed with pleasure. I felt his cock contract inside me, letting me know what was coming. He was going to come inside me. After releasing a warm fluid inside me, he withdrew from me and lay down beside me, snuggling me against his broad chest until I fell asleep.

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I was half-woke by the sound of someone on the phone as he stroked one of my breasts, drawing circles with his index finger around my nipples until I felt something wet. He already had my nipples in his mouth. This fully woke me up, which made him smile smugly. "You're awake, angel," he said with a wide grin. "Yes, I am," I replied. He didn't respond. He buried his face in my breast, sucking on it like his life depended on it while he stroked the other. After a few minutes, he let go. His thumb reached my clitoris, gently rubbing it, which sent a wave of pleasure through my body. Then he slipped two fingers inside me, which made me let out a soft moan and brought a wide smile to his face. He continued sliding his fingers in and out of me for what felt like an eternity before finally letting go, causing a gush of fluid to spurt from my pussy. "You've got enough water down there," he said with a smile that made my cheek turn red with embarrassment. He got out of bed and went to sit in the plush armchair with its gleaming gold trim. After a while, I fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from last night's performance and this morning's. Sometimes, I would wake up and find him dressed in dark blue pajama pants, a long white fur robe that reached his knees, and elegant slippers. Using his phone, I got up to go to the bathroom because I couldn't bear the embarrassment of yesterday and today.

"Where are you going?" he asked, following his every move with his eyes.

"To the bathroom," she replied in a low voice, trying not to look him in the eyes as she passed by him.

"Why are you wrapping yourself in the sheet?" "Take it off!" she said in an authoritative but gentle tone. I had no choice but to obey. I threw off the sheets and walked naked to the bathroom.

I felt his gaze following me, his eyes fixed on my body. I rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, opened the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and stepped into the cold water, which soothed the burning sensation between my legs. I dozed off for a few minutes until I heard a knock at the door. It was him. Luciano opened the door. "Alena," he said. When he didn't hear a response, he knocked again. "Open the door or I'll break it down," he said in a dangerous but commanding tone. "And if I break this door down, I'll make sure I have sex with you until I can't walk again," he said in a threatening, husky voice. Just thinking about him again made my stomach churn. I mustered all my strength and went straight to the door. I opened it and was met with his cold, angry stare. He moved closer, forcing me backward until my body hit the cold bathroom wall. He trapped me there, staring intently into my eyes. Then he lifted me up and took me to the bathtub.

He gently placed me in the bathtub and then buried his face between my breasts, kissing the area. I couldn't help but moan as he suckled the sensitive skin, and then he began to caress my left breast urgently. Lost in pleasure, he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes, his erection pressing against me.

"Ask for it," he ordered, moving his hands to stimulate my clitoris.

"Please," I gasped as he continued his attentions, his teeth grazing my neck with ferocious intensity.

"I can't hear you," he said as the intensity of the pleasure he was giving me diminished.

"Please, Daddy." I looked into his eyes, hating myself for what I'd just said, but hoping he wouldn't stop and drive me crazy. "Harder," he moaned as he shuddered and arched his back.

"Please, daddy," I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Then he stopped nibbling my neck and used the tip of his penis to rub my vagina, which caused a loud moan to escape my lips as he continued to insert it into me.

My hands gripped the ceramic of the bathtub as I felt the intense pleasure consume me.