8-Tomi

Lorenzo POV

As soon as Sally and Tomy disappeared down the corridor, Summer's legs buckled. She fell to the floor, her gaze unfocused and hazy. I walked up to her, reaching down to lift her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. I examined her face with an intense, calculated stare before my fingers tightened just enough to send a subtle warning.

"What do you think?" I asked, in a low and dangerous voice.

Conti, who stood behind me, observed her "I think they hit her" he replied flatly.

My expression darkened, and my grip on Summer's jaw relaxed. "Take her to her room," I commanded, turning abruptly as I left them without a backward glance.

Conti gently helped Summer to her feet. She stumbled, muttering under her breath, still under the thick influence of alcohol. Her words were slurred but tinged with curiosity. "Why is a party going on?" She asked.

Conti sighed, half-supporting her as she swayed. "We are celebrating the success of a recent… operation," He replied.

"What operation?" Summer pressed, though her voice was weakening, barely more than a murmur.

"Trust me," Conti said, a hint of steel in his tone, "you don't need to know."

I could still hear them as I climbed the stairs to the third floor, each step taking me closer to my secret chamber. A place few had seen, and fewer would speak of if they had.

This was The Red Room.

Inside the Red room, Tomy laid on the bed with her legs wide opened.

She had showered, her damp hair tied back into twin ponytails, framing her face. Her black lingerie clung to her like a second skin, and her eyes gleamed as I entered, anticipating the evening's proceedings. She tilted her head, a smirk gracing her lips.

I didn't even glance her way. I walked past her, heading to the bathroom to wash my hands, as if dismissing her presence entirely. When I finally emerged, my gaze lingered on her, but my eyes were unreadable, and cold.

Tomy took it as an invitation. She removed her panties and spread her legs wider and winked at me. "Come to me, Master," she whispered, a seductive invitation in her voice.

I scoffed, not paying her attention as I undid the buttons of my white shirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing my bare chest of pacs and tattoos.

I finally approached the bed, but instead of embracing her, I reached into a drawer, pulling out a pink handcuff. Without a word, I flipped her onto her stomach, binding her wrists to the bedpost with quick, practiced movements. Her butt cheeks were facing me. My hand came down hard on her exposed skin, a sudden, sharp slap.

"Ouch, Master!" Tomy's cry was half-pained, half-pleading as she instinctively arched her back. I smacked her again, Tomy moaned, and positioned herself in a doggy style expecting my cock.

My eyes gleamed, cold as winter's dawn, as I inspected the red marks blooming on her skin. I traced the outline with my fingers, my voice dropping to a near whisper.

"Her cheeks were red and I saw some prints on her face, now tell me, Did you… hit her?" I questioned.

Tomy's face twisted in confusion. "Who… who are you talking about, Master?"

I gave a smile. "Ah. I must have misspoken." My voice was yet sharp as I picked up a whip from my collection of rated bedroom toys.

Tomy's confusion morphed into fear. She flinched as I raised the whip. The first lash fell on her butt and she gasped, the noise escaping her lips was a blend of surprise and pain.

"What gave you the right to touch her?" I demanded in a low, steely voice, each word punctuated by a sharp, measured lash.

Tomy thought for a while before answering, "Master, she called me shit and threw up on my body." Her voice broke as she tried to explain.

"She is MINE!"

Tomy whimpered, realization dawning on her face as the lashes continued to fall. "I-I'm sorry,

"I see." I stroked her butt with the whip and flogged her.

"Ah!"

She stammered out an apology with her voice, barely above a whisper "I-I'm sorry boss, I will n-never do it again."

I flogged her repeatedly till I got to fifteen stroke, then the final strike landed, leaving her sobbing, her body trembling against the bedpost.

Only then did I released her, pulling her close but there was no gentleness in my touch. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back. My lips pressed against hers in a rough, possessive kiss.

I pulled down my pants and thrust my cock into her flower.

She screamed as I thrust in and out of her aggressively.

My grip on Tomy's hair tightened as I pulled her head back, forcing her to look up into my eyes. The satisfaction in my gaze was unmistakable, and the slow curl of my lip held an almost sadistic pleasure. She was at my mercy, bound and defenseless, yet there was a glimmer of defiance in her eyes that I intended to crush completely.

"She was out of the line, she disrespect you master and tried to spy in our world" Tomy cut in.

I laughed loudly, a cold, chilling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. I leaned closer, my breath warm against her ear, a stark contrast to the venom in my words. "Our world? Our world? The only reason you breathe in this world is because I allow it."

My fingers traced down her neck, lingering at her collarbone before gripping her shoulder with a force that left marks. "You think you can make your own rules here? You forget who owns you."

She trembled as I dragged my fingers down her spine. Her pulse quickened, fear and adrenaline mixing as she realized her place.

"Forgive me, Master," she whispered, her voice choked. "I was… I was wrong."

"Oh, you were more than wrong," I growled, My voice growing softer, more dangerous. "You've overstepped, Tomy. But perhaps it's time you remember why you're here, what you are." I released her hair, letting her head fall forward, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she braced herself for what was to come.

Without another word, I moved across the room, picking up a wooden box from a hidden drawer. The polished wood gleamed under the dim light as I slowly opened it. Inside was a collection of meticulously arranged tools, each gleaming with the potential of inflicting pain and pleasure. I ran my fingers over the assortment, finally settling on a cold metal rod. Its surface was smooth, but she could see the sharp edge at its tip, a cruel reminder of my authority.

Her body tensed as I approached, her breaths quick and shallow. She wanted to look away, but my piercing gaze held her captive. I ran the edge of the rod lightly along her arm, leaving a chilling trail as I leaned down.

"This is your lesson, Tomy," I murmured. "I don't tolerate betrayal, not even a hint of it." The cold metal pressed against her skin, and she whimpered, feeling its bite as I held it there.

But then I paused, my attention shifting abruptly. My sharp hearing had picked up a faint sound, footsteps approaching from the hallway outside the Red Room. My head turned slightly, listening intently as the steps grew louder, hesitating outside the door. It was someone who shouldn't be here, someone who had dared to breach my sanctuary. The footsteps halted, lingering outside the door as if unsure whether to knock.

My gaze darkened, the irritation flickering in my eyes like a lit fuse. I cast one last, cold look at Tomy before standing, my movements swift and deadly as I made my way to the door. I opened it with a forceful swing, and there standing was Conti, looking unsettled. Behind him, Summer stood unsteadily, her face pale, a sheen of sweat beading her brow as she gripped the wall for support.

Conti avoided my eyes, clearing his throat. "Apologies, sir. She...she insisted on seeing you."

My jaw tightened, my gaze shifted from Conti to Summer, whose dazed expression betrayed the lingering effects of alcohol. Yet there was something in her eyes, a raw determination that seemed to cut through the haze. She met my gaze unflinchingly, though it was clear she was barely holding herself up.

"Summer," I said, in a calm tone "Why are you here?"

She swallowed hard, her voice shaky "Conti did not answer my questions so I decided to ask you. I need to know what's happening… What do you do? I saw guns with some of your guards, everyone around you are mean, even your servants can fight?" She asked.

I stepped closer, looming over her. I wasn't used to anyone questioning me, especially not in my domain. And yet, here she was, daring to stand in front of me, demanding answers as if she had any right to them.

"Bold of you, Summer," I murmured, a dangerous glint in my eyes. I reached out, taking her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my gaze. "But some things are beyond your understanding. Some truths you're not ready for."

She pulled her chin from my grasp, her hands trembling, but her eyes fierce. "I'm tired of being kept in the dark. If I'm here against my will, I deserve to know."

I arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by her resolve, though a cruel smile played at my lips. "Deserve?" My voice was a dangerous whisper. "You think you deserve anything here?"

She glared back, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "Maybe not. But I won't be your pawn without a reason."

I looked over her shoulder at Conti, nodding slightly. Without warning, Conti stepped forward, his grip firm but gentle as he wrapped an arm around Summer's shoulders, and forcefully carried her. She tried to resist, kicking and punching Conti but her punches were nothing but foam to Conti.

My voice echoed down the hall after them. "Be careful what you wish for, Summer. Some answers bring only more questions… questions you may not like the answers to."

I waited until the voices of their footsteps faded before I closed the door, the click of the lock echoed through the silent red room.

I turned back to Tomy, bound and waiting, her eyes wide with renewed fear, her breathing ragged. She had watched the entire exchange, her heart pounding as she realized the implications of what she'd just witnessed.

my gaze settled on her, cold and unforgiving. "Now… where were we?"