The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 29

~ Violet ~

“Star!” Violet g*****d to herself and slapped her head. “That’s what I should’ve said,”

Violet rolled her eyes at her pathetic self and slumped further into the bathtub. She decided to take a long warm bath in the morning after the event of last night. The warm bath was a great idea since her muscles were sore and her back was all dirty.

Would he have stopped if I had said the word?

Violet’s mind traveled back to last night at Damon’s sudden appearance and how he was using her like a ragdoll. She forgot to use her safe word and she felt like she almost died.

Okay, that’s a bit dramatic. I didn’t die. I just… peed a lot?

Violet knew that sometimes she squirts during órgasm, but last night wasn’t that. She was practically peeing onto Damon’s hand. Violet’s cheeks turned bright red and she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

God. How can I face him now?

* KNOCK * KNOCK *

Violet’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on her door. She sat up straighter in the tub and turned her eyes to the door.

“Miss Violet?” Elena’s voice was heard.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Van Zandt is expecting you in his office,”

What? Now? Already?

“I-I’m still taking a bath,” Violet replied.

It was 1 PM on a Sunday afternoon and all Violet wanted was to be left alone. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her room even for a second and she thought she’d have more time before she has to see Damon again.

“Mr. Van Zandt says you have one hour,” Elena said after a while of silence. “Exactly sixty minutes,”

Violet g*****d and rolled her eyes dramatically. She angrily pulled the plug on the tub and watched as the water slowly drained away.

Dang it, Damon! You’re incorrigible.

With a long sigh, Violet got up from the tub and yelled at the door, “Fine. Tell him I’ll be right there!”

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* KNOCK * KNOCK *

Exactly an hour later, Violet was dressed in a simple dress, wearing no underwear and the leather collar on her neck. She stood in front of Damon’s office and knocked on the door.

Not long after that, she heard him say, “Come in,”

Violet took a deep breath before pushing the door open. She popped her head in and found Damon sitting on his desk, going through the stack of papers in front of him.

Geez. Does he ever stop working?

“Hey, Elena said you want to see me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said without taking his eyes off the paper. “Have a seat,”

Violet stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She took a seat in front of him and waited patiently as he continued reading. Damon didn’t look up from the desk or say anything for the longest time. Violet grew even more anxious with each second that passed. She started squirming and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat.

Why did he call me here? What is he going to do to me now?

As if he could read her mind, Damon suddenly looked up from the desk. His dark hooded eyes pierced into Violet and she froze completely still.

“How do you feel about last night?” he asked her.

“…Not that great, to be honest,” she answered cautiously. “I don’t think I’ll ever do that again,”

Violet’s cheeks were blushing red and she turned her head down to avoid his gaze.

“Really? Because from what I remember, you seemed to be enjoying it,” Damon said as he sat back in his seat. “You came like a goddamn wave,”

Not only her face, but Violet’s entire body was burning bright red. She was so embarrassed, she didn’t know what to do, so she just said, “I’m sorry,”

“Why are you sorry?” he narrowed his eyes and cócked his head to the side.

Geez, are you really making me say it?

Violet squirmed and kept her head down. Her voice was low and almost inaudible as she said, “Well, I… peed on you,”

Violet cringed at her own words. She could only imagine what Damon must’ve felt. Damon was quiet for a while, but suddenly he broke into wild laughter. Violet scrunched her eyes shut, unable to handle this much embarrassment.

“Violet, you do realize that wasn’t pee, right?” he said in between laughs.

“Huh?” she looked up at him instinctively.

“You squirt when you cúm,” he said.

“Yeah, but… not that much…”

“Yes that much,” he corrected her. “Which also tells me that you actually enjoyed last night,”

Wait, so… that really wasn’t pee?

“Well, okay, I guess I did…” Violet said after a beat of silence. “But, I still don’t think I’ll do it again. It’s really not worth the pain in the end,”

“Oh,” Damon said and studied her expression. “If it was so painful, why didn’t you use your safe word?”

“In the heat of the moment, I forgot,”

“You forgot your word?”

“Yes,”

“But you remember it now?”

“Yes,”

Star, star, star. I’ll never forget it ever again.

A smirk crept up Damon’s face and he got up from his seat. He walked around the desk and leaned against it, standing right in front of Violet.

“I keep forgetting how new you are to these things,” he said with his arms crossed on his chest. “You’re a fast learner, sweet girl, but you still have a lot to learn,”

“Learn what exactly?” she asked.

“Pain and pleasure are only two sides of the same coin,”

Violet stared at Damon with a confused look, but he didn’t explain anything further. He simply gave his hand out to her and said, “Come, I’m going to train you,”

Violet was immediately taken aback.

Train me?

She stared at Damon’s hand and at his face. His expression was stoic and hard to read. Violet’s hand was shaking as she reached for his hand.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t gonna hurt,” he smiled and pulled her up from the chair. “Not yet, at least,”

Damon led her to the secret room behind the bookshelf and Violet’s entire body grew tense. He brought her all the way to the middle of the room, right in front of the bed and made her stand there. Letting go of her hand, he circled around her body and stood behind her. The next thing she knew, his hands were on her dress zipper and he pulled it all the way down. The dress fell around her feet and Violet was left naked except for the collar around her neck.

“I see you’re learning,” Damon whispered into her ear, sounding mighty pleased. “Good girl,”

Violet didn’t say a word and Damon took a few steps away from her. He went to the drawers and grabbed some rope and a small metallic chain of some sort. With a smile playing on his face, Damon walked back and stood in front of her this time.

“W-what’s that?” Violet asked, referring to the metallic chain.

“They’re n****e clamps,” he said simply.

n****e what now?

Before she could ask the question out loud, Damon clipped one side of the chain to her left n****e and clipped the other side to her right. She felt a strong pinch on both her n*****s and her body stiffened.

“You feel okay?” he asked.

“It hurts a little…” she said.

“Learn to take the pain,” he said. “It might just be worth it in the end,”

Damon then walked around and stood behind her. He pulled both her hands to her back and tied them together with the rope. After he was done, he got even more rope and wrapped it around her body until she was completely harnessed by it. He tied her up in a way where her breasts were circled and enforced by the rope. Violet looked down on her chest and saw the n****e clamps hanging on her reddening n*****s. They were hurting more and more and she didn’t know how much longer she could last.

Still standing behind her, Damon pulled down a chain from the ceiling and clasped it to the back of her collar. Then he clasped another chain to the harness on her body and with one strong pull, Violet’s body went floating in the air.

“Oh my God!” Violet gasped in shock.

Her whole body was now suspended in the air. Violet was freaking out, but Damon was cool as a cucumber. He grabbed even more ropes and started tying her legs together. Her legs were spread open and her calves were pressed flush against her thighs. Judging from his mannerism, this was definitely not his first rodeo. He knew exactly what he was doing and tying her up in this complicated manner seemed trivial to him.

Once Violet was completely tied up, Damon took a step back and admired his handiwork. She was suspended in the air with her legs open and tied together. From where he was standing, Damon could see her pússy being spread open. Her hands were tied behind her back and the n****e clamps were hanging on her breasts.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Damon walked to her front and tilted her chin up to him. “How do you feel now?” he asked.

“Like a Christmas ornament,” she said.

The smile on Damon’s face grew wider.

“I like that you still have your sense of humor,” he said as he gripped her chin tighter.

Violet wasn’t trying to be funny or a smart mouth. She was in an awkward position and she only said the first thing that came to her mind.

“Do you still remember your safe word?” he said again.

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

Damon’s eyes pierced into hers and he rubbed his thumb against her lips.

“Use it when you need to,” he said.

Violet swallowed hard as Damon’s hand moved to grip her neck. He gave the collar a quick yank to make sure that it was secured tightly. Violet couldn’t breathe when he was doing this. She was choking for air, but luckily not for long. Damon let go of her collar and he circled around her again.

Violet couldn’t see what he was doing, but in the corner of her eyes, she saw that Damon was heading to the drawers. He came back moments later and in his hand was a leather riding crop, one that people normally use to train horses.

“In my world, pain and pleasure go hand in hand. Sometimes you can’t separate the two,” he said.

Damon put the head of the crop on her chest and Violet almost flinched back. She thought he was going to hit her with it, but he only put it gently on her skin.

“In order to feel the pleasure, you must first feel the pain,”

Violet stayed completely still as Damon ran the leather crop along the curves of her body. He trailed her breasts and her stomach before going to her back and down to her a*s.

“And the bigger the pain, the bigger the pleasure,”

Violet’s skin was burning at the touch. She knew that he could hit her with the crop at any moment and it was going to hurt like hell. Damon lifted the crop up and Violet scrunched her eyes to prepare herself for the pain. But instead of hitting her, Damon teased her and put the crop gently down on her skin again. Violet let out a breath of relief but she knew her torture wasn’t over yet. It had only just started and Damon was taking his time, enjoying every moment of it.

Violet tried squirming to get away from the crop, but it didn’t help at all. Damon let out a low chuckle at her pathetic attempt and continued running the crop along her skin. He rubbed the leather head along her folds in a slow and sensual manner. And just went she least expected it…