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Christina
He was improvising; it was obvious by the extra-large yoga ball he ordered me to get from the hotels gym. The yoga ball stretches my legs painfully wide, but allows the sybian, that Gio has balanced precariously on top of it, unlimited access to his pussy. My arms stretch over my head secured firmly to the bed post behind me causing me to arch my breast forward and press my clit firmly on the vibrating pad of the sybian. The thrusting and vibrating dildo he has attached to it doesn't help. I feel my juices leaking out drenching the sybian, the yoga ball and the towels Gio placed on the floor under them.
"It has been five minutes" he informs me softly. He has been circling me with the violet wand in his hand, sending sweet volts of electricity through me once every five minutes. He has used it to draw designs over half my body. His placement has been so erratic I can't anticipate where he will place it next; I can only brace myself and wait for it to make contact with my sweaty hypersensitive skin. He uses the neon orange tongue electrode to make a trail from my collar bone to my nipple. My legs shake uncontrollably as I pull on my bindings trying to stop at least one of the many sensations running through my body. "Uhn uhn" he admonishes placing his hand on my shoulder and pushing down firmly. My legs shake uncontrollably making it painful to hold off my orgasm.
"You can stop this by answering my question" he offers rubbing my back. He moves behind me towards the bed and returns with a flogger covered in fur. He begins, without hesitation, to rain down firm strikes on to my breast. "It has been five minutes" he says placing the wand directly on my clit. I convulse yelling "pineapples" signifying I was nearing my breaking point. The vibration lessens and the electrode is removed.
"Answer my question and this will all stop" he says squatting in front of me. "Why are you being punished?"
I rack my brain trying to think of everything that took place six hours ago.
"Christina, are you his submissive?" my mom asks surprising the taste out of my mouth, but I work to keep it off of my face.
"What is a submissive?" I ask squinting at her.
"Anastasia?" dad cautions moving towards her.
"Christian, look at her earrings" he argues pointing at me.
"These?" I ask touching my slave bell earrings. "I got these at a farmers market in the village" LIES. "I thought they were cute and bought them for myself" MORE LIES. The platinum silver earring dangling from my ears were a gift from Giovanni when I mastered the art of kneeling without sounding any of the bells on my slave's belt.
"Because I denied Master in front of my family" I grit out rising on the tips of my toes to relieve the pressure.
"Do you think I care about that?" he asks pushing me back down and increasing the vibration. "I never expected you to tell your parents that you are my submissive. It is no one's business, but ours."
"Then I don't know" I whimper.
"Think" he grits out placing the wand on my inner thigh.
"Pet, answer my question and I will let you cum on my tongue" he says squatting in front of me. "Do you want that? Do you want to cum on your Master's tongue?" I nod my head viciously. "Why are you being punished?"
"What is a submissive?" Phoebe asks.
"It is like a woman who submits her to a man sexually" Marcello informs her.
"Why would anyone do that?" Phoebe asks frowning her nose.
"It's about trust" he explains.
"Mom, how do you know what that is?" Phoebe asks turning to look at our parents with suspicion.
"That's not the point, the point is Christina will be returning with us" dad interrupts thankfully changing the subject. Wait… what did he just say?
"I am afraid that is not possible Mr. Grey" Gio says calmly. He takes my hand in his and guides me back to the table. "Finish eating mi amore." I begin to protest, turning around to see thee anger growing in my dad's eyes. Gio nods his head to the seat he's pulled out and I sit. He kisses the top of my head.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, please sit" he says motioning to the couch before sitting in an arm chair across from it close to the table.
"As I mentioned before I understand this can be very disconcerting…" he starts.
"Let's cut the bullshit" dad says interrupting him. He remains standing and stops mom when she begins to sit. "What does a twenty-six year old man want with my nineteen year-old daughter?"
"I will be twenty in four months" I grumble.
"And he will be twenty-seven in six" dad argues causing me to spin to face him. "Did you truly think I would not do my research on a man who placed my daughter on a plane and flew her across the country?"
"He didn't place me I walked on" I say defending him.
"Silenzio Tesoro (be quiet treasure)" Gio says. He turns his head slightly and says "eat." I turn back to the table and fight off the frown forming from his slight reprimand.
"Did he just tell her to shut up?" Phoebe stage whispers.
"More like be quiet" Marcello insists.
"I do not need my woman to fight my battles. I can justify my actions very easily" Giovanni says placing his ankle over his knee. "I love her. It was never my intention to fall in love with anyone, especially not the sixteen year old sister of my best friend's girlfriend, but this is where we are."
"She is too young to fully understand what love is" dad argues dismissing me the way he always has.
"You underestimate her" Gio retorts calmly. "I have known her for slightly over four years and in that time I have found her to be very aware of herself and her wants."
"We are not trying to say she is incompetent, just young" mom inserts. "Her age and the speed in which she finished school impacts her ability to acknowledge the severity of entering a relationship of this magnitude. It has nothing to do with Christina's mind, but everything to do with her development."
"I am developing fine" I say turning around again. I hate when they talk about me as if I am not here. Gio uses two fingers to wipe his brow and I turn around. To an outsider it is a simple fidget, but to me it is a sign that I have two strikes.
"When I first met Christina she was fifteen and a life size doll" Gio harps. "She went where she was told and did what she was told; never spoke back, never questioned the directions given no matter the source. She wasn't living her best life."
"Do not sit there and presume you know more about my daughter than I do" dad gripes.
"I would never undermine you position as her father by insinuating I know what is best for Christina" Gio says diplomatically. I see my dad relax minutely. "I am saying that Christina knows what is best for herself I simply listen and facilitate where I can."
"I knew we should have never allowed her to attend that school" dad emotes.
"That right there is the problem dad" Phoebes says surprising me. "Juilliard was Christina's dream school, but you never acknowledged that. You were so focused on your plan for her life that you didn't realize that she was the one living it and doing so unhappily."
"I have provided all of my children with every opportunity possible to follow their dreams" dad argues affronted.
"I am not saying you didn't" she urges. "You lucked out with Teddy and I we never had a problem with you planning and executing our futures, but you didn't listen to Christina, none of us did." I stare at her across the table. "Don't look at me like that, it's your fault too. You should have spoken up more."
"We won't get anywhere by passing blame" Marcello reasons.
"Where does that leave us then?" I ask not looking towards our parents.
"I don't like this" dad says.
"It isn't about liking it it's about respecting it and me" I whisper.
"I don't respect you?" dad asks. "I have protected you your whole life. From the day you were born you were scared of everything loud noises, soft noises, shadows, candles and everything in between. Always one step away from a panic attack and I was there to stop it, I had to be there to stop it. You are my little girl I had to protect you even if it was from yourself."
"I am not that scared child anymore" I insist standing.
"She needs you to acknowledge her strength" Gio says clutching my hand. "All she wants is for you to acknowledge and accept her new strength and allow her to utilize the power that comes from it."
"Maybe a change of scenery is in order" Marcello offers. "This hotel room is a little too… intimate, for a meet the parents."
"Yes, I think you are right" mom says rubbing dad's shoulders. "Christian, didn't you mention something about a restaurant you wanted to try?"
"Mangiamo" dad mumbles off handedly never taking his eyes off me.
"That is one of yours right Giovanni?" Phoebe asks.
"Si sorelina" he replies taking out his phone and heading to the bedroom. "I will make sure there is a private room available for us."
"We have a suite here one floor down how about we get refreshed and meet in the lobby in an hour" mom insists trying to usher everyone to the door. Dad moves towards me and embraces me in a tight hug. It feels like he is trying to hold on for dear life.
"We will talk later" dad says before leaving our suite. I fall in to the chair behind me scrubbing my hand against my face. I needed some fresh air so I gathered my coat and hat and left the room… without telling Gio or taking Roger… I left the room.
"Master is punishing me for leaving our suite without permission" I answer him finally understanding his motives.
"Exactly" he says softly and the vibrations continue. "You left the safety of or sui
"But… you didn't… oh god… say anything" I whine feeling the too familiar shake in my legs as the vibrations increase. He hadn't said anything all night. He came down stairs with my scarf and hat and we road to the restaurant, met my family and had a surprisingly good night. I returned to the suite to find the sybian, yoga ball and silk ties waiting for me.
"How many times do I have to remind you of your safety?" he asks as he circles me with the violet wand in his hand. "Maybe tonight's lesson will be what you need" says pressing the wand directly on to my clit. I cum harder than I ever have in my life, making noises I know border on the wrong side of animalistic before darkness over comes me.
