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##I'm yours!

Emily

I wake up from a nap with my wrist aching. How could I ever fall in love with Joe? I look down at the handcuff on my arm and wonder if I'm some criminal to live like this. Just remembering that I could die if he didn't survive, that I would live depressed and unhappy, I condemn myself for that.

I already understood his way, he likes to be in control all the time, he likes to know and feel that he is in charge, that he puts terror. Joe wants everyone to fear him, he likes to be mean and people like that are hopeless, there is no solution for him. And I think if maybe he wasn't like that, would I have fallen in love?

Am I a masochist who falls for killers who like to be mean?

If I were a totally normal person, I wouldn't love him, I still don't know if I can ever forgive him for the way he took me, through a damn deal. But my stupid heart screams all the time that if he calls me I'll go, if he asks me to stay I'll stay, however Joe doesn't ask, he orders and arrests, just like he did with me now.

But I believe in the power of love, I can no longer imagine my life without him around, I hate myself for it. But I won't demonstrate in words either, he doesn't need to know what I feel, he just needs to know that I hate him, just as he wants it to be, wants to be hated. This love thing is so complicated, it's something that doesn't let you face a happy life without the person you love, it's something that takes away your freedom of choice, your heart rules and not your mind.

After a few hours, someone leaves several clothes folded on top of the bed and the key to the handcuffs, I quickly take and get rid of this thing that hurts, I take some clothes and go to a bathroom, I feel pain in my body but nothing hurts more than my soul and heart.

Joe was so ungrateful to me, before Franco showed up he seemed so sweet, said I saved his life, then freaked out like a madman. Go figure.

I take a long shower, wash my body well, wash my hair with an unused shampoo I found in the bathroom and go out, find a towel and dry myself, put on the clothes I took earlier and look out the bedroom window. There are no bars, I'm out of handcuffs, I can leave, silly me to think that, Joe would never let me.

I lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling, utterly bored. Minutes later, someone appears at the door saying that he is calling me, I roll my eyes in begrudgingly but I still follow his order.

When I walk into the room, I see his tanned and handsome face, shit, Joe is so handsome and big I feel like an idiot for drooling like that. He sure should notice, he knows everything.

"Come here." He says when he notices my presence.

"What you want?" I ask upset.

"To chat a little." He says and I sneer.

"Since when does the owner of the prison talk to the prisoner?" I mock.

"You're not a prisoner, I just asked them to handcuff you so you could calm down, after that I told them to leave the key there so you could let go, I knew you wouldn't run away like I said."

"Oh yeah? And how can you guess what goes on in people's minds?" I ask.

"That was easy. There was no man with orders to stop you from leaving, the path was clear the whole time and you just didn't even try to go."

I look at him indignantly and want to yell at him for being such an idiot.

"I have this extra skill. In fact, it's not with everyone, and with you, I can say that we have a special connection, I can even feel the shiver you're feeling right now by being in my presence." I widen my eyes, how could he know that?

"Don't be so cocky Joe. I'm just cold." I lie. "And why am I even talking to you? I'm upset." I close my face and he lets out a laugh, then lets out a groan of pain.

"What it was?" I ask worried.

"I thought you were upset and didn't want to talk to me."

"I don't want to, but I care about the well-being of all human beings, if you're one aren't you? Besides, you're hurt, if you need anything I won't be selfish in the extreme not to call a doctor." I shrug.

"I'm in a lot of pain here, can you look at me? I still can't move my head." He asks and I walk over to him worriedly.

"Where is it hurting?" Indago visualizing your body.

"Climb on the bed, it will be better to see." I do as he tells me and the next thing I know he pulls my legs so I'm sitting on his lap.

"Heavens! You're hopeless. You tricked me. You're not in pain, are you?"

"Only in the head, I'm used to injuries, so they don't have that much effect on me, to the point of leaving me incapacitated."

"And what do you want? Why did you make me climb on you?"

"I want you to ride me." Speaks maliciously and looks at me with desire.

"Joe... I'm not... understanding..." I speak with difficulty hiding the fire that rises between my legs.

"Do you want me to tell you openly what I want?" Ask in a whisper, and shit... I feel his erection in contact with my intimacy and the difficulty of hiding my excitement is increasing.

"W-want." I reply with a stutter.

"I want to rip your panties and eat that delicious little thing you have between your legs, I want to feel your warm and extremely tight walls welcoming me, I want to hear strangled moans from your throat when you're reaching your fifth orgasm on my cock, I want your nails to scratching for not supporting the pleasure that I can make you feel, I want to growl in your ear when I feel your delicious liquid dirty my cock that pulsates in anxiety to get inside you. I want to fuck you, Emilia, fuck you until I can't anymore say nothing but moan." Oh shit... Joe gives a wicked, sexy half smile.

At that moment I feel all my cells screaming in chorus: Joe, Joe, Joe, we want to feel Joe!

The heat of my arousal trickles down my leg, stopped only by his jeans that are in between them, I can't say anything when his words still leave my body on the verge of orgasm. He slides one of his hands and pushes my panties to the side, with his finger he finds my sensitive spot and begins the exploration.

"But... You can't try hard..." I try.

"Just relax..." He whispers.

His fingers make synchronized and extremely pleasurable movements on me, I can feel that all the hairs on my body stand on end in combustion with the pleasure I feel, I hold myself back from moaning too much, I bite my lips hard and when I'm about to have my hallucinating orgasm and so desired, he removes his finger leaving me frustrated, almost crying.

"Get up and take off your clothes, I urgently need to fuck you now." I hesitate for a moment, worried, what if he's lying about being hurt?

Upon receiving a distasteful look from Joe, I jump out of bed and start taking off my clothes, hating myself even now for the strange compulsion to obey his orders.

I know no one will come in, but even so, I still walk to the door in my panties and lock it, the soft cloth touching my pulsing and wet sex increases the fire of my arousal.

When I return, I find Joe with the zipper of his pants open and only his member out, he makes light movements with his hands and looks at me smiling, even with all the bruises, none of this manages to take away the power he has in his big body and muscular. His look of desire excites me even more, I like it when he looks at me like that, it seems that he would give anything just to have me in that moment.

"Come closer, Emilia. I need you to be within reach." He orders and I obey him, I approach only in my panties when he squeezes my breasts lightly, pulling moans from my lips. "Get on the bed and sit on me." I growled, voice hoarse with excitement.

Biting my bottom lip I climb onto the bed, feel his warm cock throb against my soaking entrance. With my hips positioned on top of him, I guide his cock to my entrance, he moves his body in an attempt to help me penetrate, slowly I feel his thick and hard length adjusting inside me.

I start moving up and down, this is the first time I'm riding him, I don't know much what to do but I'm carried away by my pleasure and the desire to feel more pleasure, every second I move, I feel my pussy get wetter and glide more easily. From Joe's throat come grunts and his hands squeezing my ass tightly, giving several slaps also in a row.

"Look at me." He commands and I feel unable to disobey, so I meet his black eyes that gleam with desire. "I want you to say." It says in the form of a groan.

"Say what?" I ask almost rolling my eyes when his finger starts to press my clitoris.

"That's mine, that will stay with me. Say..." He asks and I hesitate.

As much as the pleasure is mind-blowing and I want to scream to all the winds that I'm crazy about him and I'm even crazier for feeling this, I can't speak, my throat closes. I'm still mad at him, I'm just on top of him because I'm so turned on.

"Say it, say it soon." Increase the pace of pressure on my pulsing pink dot. Again I hesitate, my lips curving to say, it's my heart that wants to rule, but my sensible mind won't let it.

I let my body decide for itself who will win this war.

"Speak, damn it. Tell me you'll be mine, that only I will fill you up and make you come the way you like." He stops the movements and I almost cry, I move but he stays still as a form of punishment for me.

I'm almost coming and I need him to move, for him to touch me, just the tip of his fingers on my skin is able to trigger whirlpools of delicious sensations in me. Suddenly I can't do it anymore, so what if I say so? Am I lying? No.

"Oh shit Joe…" I let out a moan as he smacks me hard on the ass and with the other hand pulls my hair.

"What is it, bella mia ?" He asks perversely, already knowing everything that is going on inside me.

But he wants to hear me say it.

"I'm yours, Joe. I'm yours." I finally confess. "Now make me come!" I beg and he smiles satisfied.

With two more upward strokes, and his fingers stroking me, I cry out squinting as all my muscles tighten. My pussy is flooded and the cock squeezes inside me, I dig my nails into Joe's skin and bite his neck feeling the fury of the delicious overwhelming orgasm that lasts for a few minutes.

"Now I do. Now I know for sure that you belong to me." He says.