6.
Amelia's POV
"You thought I'd allow you take it, didn't you?"
"Why do you want to keep it?" I asked, shutting my eyes as he increased his pace, teasing my pussy roughly. "Do you keep Regina's too?"
He nodded his head shamelessly. Oh really?
"I do. But I love the scent that comes from yours. Yesterday, the sweet smell of your juice made me fall asleep. It was soiled all over your pantie." He admitted.
"The smell of my juice made you fell asleep? Like seriously?"
As we spoke, he didn't stop pushing his fingers in and out of me and I loved the way he made me feel.
"I'm serious, Amoretto." His hot breath rushed past my neck as he placed a kiss on it. "I have been struggling with insomnia for years now; many years since I was a child."
"It's funny, so funny." I chuckled, "So I won't get to put on panties anymore?"
"Who said you won't? Oh hell you will." He grinned, rubbing my pussy juice on my face. "You smell nice, amoretto. So nice."
"I'm amused, really amused. What do I get to wear then if you keep the pantie out of my reach?"
Will I move around the mansion with nothing underneath? I wasn't so good at keeping my laps closed, so I always put on trousers but Alessandro gave me a dress to wear.
Oh amazing, everyone might get to know how my pussy looks like then.
*Chuckle*
Oh hell, this isn't funny, Amelia.
"I bought you the underwear, didn't I?" He unhooked my bra, making it fall on the floor. Luckily, he didn't take this from me too.
I knew he was going for my tits again, yeah oh yeah!
Fuck, yeah that spot.
"Yeah, you did and now you want it back?"
"I'll keep this, amoretto and get you more panties. Anytime we fuck, you should leave your pantie behind."
"Why?" I arched my brows but winced as he spanked my ass.
"Don't be so dumb, Amoretto."
"S..so you could sleep at night?"
He nodded. Like seriously?
"Henceforth, your pantie would be my night balm. Also, I want more of your juice right there. The scent is one of things that makes me feel good, it intoxicates my senses."
Night balm? Does being a sex slave involve all of this? Well, I think he should get me trousers too.
I don't feel comfortable going around without an underwear, what if I forget to keep my legs closed?
"No, amoretto." He shook his head as I asked him about it. "It's easier wearing a dress, I want no stress fucking you. Now twerk for daddy." He spanked me on the butt again, pulling my ass closer to his groin.
Oh, he just turned on the little bitch in me.
How did he get to know I was good at twerking?
I had learned it from Nicki Minaj's music videos and always hoped to turn someone on with my big round ass but Julian never liked it.
He wouldn't even react when I run my butt on his dick. It had always been a hard time turning him on.
I felt happy when I saw Alessandro's hardened cock. Oh, one of my dreams were coming true.
"You twerk so well, Amoretto. Fuck!" He cursed, groaning as I continued to whine my ass.
I couldn't feel more excited than this. I had thought I was a bad at twerking until now, Alessandro just said I did it well.
Now I think I made the wrong choice getting into a relationship with Julian.
I regret that night at the prom party when I asked him out. Hell, he used to ignore all my seductive glances until that night when I made him fuck me at the restroom.
I expected him to ask me out afterwards but he never did so I got pushed to do it first.
I hoped to never regret it but here I was, cursing the day we met. I regret asking him to be my boyfriend.
That day when I was tied down at the dungeon, he made it clear to me. He said it to my face.
"I have never loved you, Amelia cause I'm in love with someone else. I do not care if you die, you worthless rat!"
I had never thought Julian would hurt me but he did in the worst way ever. He broke my heart into a million pieces, it's a pity my years of relationship with that dickhead had gone to waste.
"Master, can I ask you something?" I smirked, wrapping my leg around him as I reached for his dick, zipping down his pants.
I loved the way he groaned in pleasure while I rub the tip of his cock on my pussy. He felt good and I was too.
"Yeah."
"Why am I different? Why is my pantie different?"
"What do you mean, amoretto?" He arched his brows, clasping his claws around my neck.
"Regina's pantie doesn't make you sleep? It doesn't intoxicate you?" I was forced to ask. The jealousy was tripping back in again.
Regina should be the one doing this, getting jealous that I was sharing her man with her, allowing him fuck me. But here I was getting emotional over nothing.
Oh wait, nothing? Oh hell, Alessandro's dick was something, something big, nice and worthwhile.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from letting the jealousy in. Regina was a bitch and somehow, I wanted to make her pay for making Alessandro punish me that day.
If not for his dick that night, I wouldn't have felt better. The whip marks were still on my ass.
"Can you just forget about Regina for now, amoretto?" He opened his eyes which were sparkling with intensity. He was eager, eager to let in his dick through my walls but I wanted to hear something different from him.
"Tell me, why am I different from Regina?" Even though his hand was still gripping my neck, I let out the question, and throated a cough.
His next words annoyed me a lot and I was forced to slap his dick off my wet pussy.
"The difference is clear, amoretto. Regina is my woman and you are my slave— nothing but a sex slave with a nice juice scent."