I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. novel Chapter 54

Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

His hand gripped the back of my neck. He didn’t force, he guided, until my gaze was pulled back to the stage.

And then he pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered, “Eyes forward, sunshine. Now watch.”

The man on the platform now held a thin crop whip now, tracing it along the woman’s inner thigh, making her squirm in the ropes that held her. Her chest rose and fell in desperate breath.

The first snap of the crop struck across her hip. I jumped a little, my spine straightening.

I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the sound, the way her body flinched, or the quiet way Adriano just kept watching instead of looking at the stage.

I could feel Adriano the change in him. His hand moved from my neck down to my back, fingers spreading wide across my lower spine. He wasn’t just touching me, he was reading me, how I breathed, how I sat, how I trembled.

Another snap of the crop rang out, this time across the woman’s thigh, and her back arched, body straining into the strike like she needed that pain.

Another landed across the woman’s ribs, just under the swell of her breasts. She let out a strangled moan, head thrown back, mouth open, drool glistening down her chin as the man shoved a gag into her mouth. Her hands were still bound above her, her legs slightly parted, trembling, and she didn't look in pain.

My fingers gripped the edge of the couch cushion. My heart hammered in my chest, torn between revulsion, fear and something darker I couldn’t name.

Adriano leaned closer, and I could feel the faint scrape of his stubble against the shell of my ear. “He hasn’t even started yet,” he murmured.

My heart skipped, a strange jolt tightening in my chest as I looked at Adriano. Something in his face, in the calm way he watched the whole thing—it made my stomach twist. He didn’t look soft anymore, not charming, not gentle.

He looked like someone else entirely.

Someone darker... someone far more dangerous than I’d let myself believe he could be.

Onstage, the man slid something new into his hand, silver clamps like things. He pinched them open, testing them before attaching one to the woman’s nipple. She cried out loudly and twisted in the ropes, but her mouth curved into a blissed-out smile beneath the gag.

I blinked, trying to melt into the couch beneath me. Adriano noticed. His thumb started to trace small, lazy circles on my lower back.

Another clamp. Another cry.

The man on stage bent forward and bit the inside of her thigh, hard enough to leave a red imprint and then slapped her, handprint blooming across the curve of her butt.

I flinched and Adriano exhaled slowly, deeply amused like he was watching a favorite film.

“This isn’t about pain,” he whispered. “It’s about surrender and trust.”

I turned my face slightly, our cheeks brushing, that's how close he was, “She... she wants it?”

He nodded once, “She begged for it.”

I couldn’t stop the flush from rushing up my chest, into my neck, my cheeks. I wasn’t scared that much, at least not in the normal sense.

I was overwhelmed.

Confused.

Curious.

“Would you do this to me... if I said I trusted you?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Adriano turned his head very slowly and looked at me. And the expression in his eyes wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was the kind of look that made my lungs forget how to work.

His eyes seemed so cruel, “Yes.”

My stomach tightened. I turned my head back toward the stage. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t look away.

The woman was still tied, only now she wasn’t upright. She’d been bent forward, forced to her knees, back arched unnaturally by the way the ropes were suspended. Her skin now had the clear stripes of impact, welts rising like angry ridges across her thighs, stomach, back and butt.

And between her legs was a toy. And it was buzzing. I wasn’t clueless. I knew what it was. A vibrator.

He stood beside her, gloved hands worked as he added weights to the clamps biting into her nipples. The pressure made her scream through the gag that was in her mouth.

Then he pulled pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Color,” he asked.

“Green,” she sobbed instantly. “Please.”

The man’s mouth curled into a dark smile, without another word, he shoved the gag back between her lips, silencing whatever plea that might have followed. Then he gave one of the dangling weights a sharp tug.

She screamed, muffled by the gag, her body jolted against the ropes, straining, trembling.

I gasped, covering my mouth with both hands. It wasn’t fake. It wasn’t acting. She wasn't enduring it, she was offering herself to be used like that.

Adriano’s mouth brushed against my neck, then he sucked gently at the skin, making me shiver And then he whispered in my ear, “It’s not about hurting someone. It’s about knowing someone. Completely. The way no one else is allowed to. And knowing exactly what they can take... and then pushing them past that.”

My voice shook. “How? How can she want this?”

“She needs it,” he said simply. “Some people need to be dominated. They crave it. They find freedom in it.”

The man on stage lifted a cane now. It cut the air with a hiss before snapping across her inner thigh. She screamed again, her body jerking, held in place only by the ropes. She was crying but still not begging for it to stop.

And that was the most confusing thing of all.

“I’m not asking if you’re ready tonight,” he added, “I’m asking if you can see yourself ever needing what she needs. Because if you can’t... we walk out that door.”

On stage, the woman was breaking apart, pain and pleasure fused together until the difference didn’t matter anymore. And the man who held her there didn’t love her.

I don't think they even knew each other.

The woman gasped as the man used a small riding crop to tap her clit, once, twice, then again, making her buck violently against the ropes. The weights swayed from her nipples, jangling. Her blindfold was soaked with tears.

I couldn’t speak. My fingers clenched the edge of the couch.

She screamed as she climaxed violently, body twitching, overstimulated and held in place, that man was whispering in her ear, praising her...

Just like Adriano had whispered to me last night.

My chest tightened. I didn’t understand this world, not really. It scared me, confused me but I couldn’t look away, not because I liked it but because he did. And maybe I wanted to try to understand it. For him.

I held my breath, heart pounding as the man on stage stepped in close behind her. The woman was shaking terribly now, her arms still bound, her legs parted, exposed, helpless and a sleek black toy pulsing between her thighs.

I couldn't stop staring at it. The way it stayed lodged between her legs, the way it made her gasp and cry out.

Her hair stuck to her face, damp with sweat. Her back was arched to the breaking point, and she whimpered softly when his hand gripped the back of her neck.

He reached down with gloved fingers and removed that toy from between her thighs. She let out a cracked sob, something between relief and disappointment.

Then he undid his pants.

Heat crawled up my neck. I looked away instinctively, face burning, heart pounding like it wanted out of my chest. I wasn’t supposed to see this. I couldn’t see this.

But Adriano’s hand, that was resting lightly against the nape of my neck, tightened, his fingers curled and he turned my head gently back toward the stage, his voice brushing against my ear...

“Watch.”

His voice made my stomach flutter and twist, and his touch sent chills straight down my spine. I didn’t know what terrified me more, what was happening on the stage, or how badly I wanted to obey.

But then the man on stage didn’t do what I thought he would. He didn’t slide between her thighs, he moved higher. Angled her hips, spread her wider, and went exactly where I didn’t expect.

Oh my God.

My face flushed so hot I thought I might pass out. I’d never— I didn’t even know people did that. Not like this. Not so... openly.

I had no frame of reference for this. I hadn’t even known this was a thing people wanted. That they could want it like this.

Adriano’s hand was still on my neck, his thumb tracing a slow, mindless circle just below my hairline. Soothing, like he knew this was a lot. Too much.

And it was.

Anal sex was something I never thought I’d think about... let alone see.

And that man just took her... right there, right then. Her hands were still bound. Her face tilted back in a soundless cry. He held her in place like she belonged to him, like she existed just for him, and the only thing that mattered was what he wanted.

And beside me, Adriano’s grip on my neck never eased.

I blinked at him, eyes wide, barely able to form the question. “Is… is that what you want?”

Adriano’s lips curled, not quite a smile, more like the shadow of one. He tilted his head slightly, “I enjoy it. I don’t need it all the time,” he said like we were discussing the weather. “But sometimes? Yes. I want it.”

My cheeks burned, “Why?”

His thumb brushed the side of my neck that somehow made it harder to think straight.

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