In His Chokehold

"And also slapped the Priestess back," he added. "Once though."

"Skipped class, was in her dorm when she shouldn't, with the door locked, fornicating with another girl, yelled at the Pristess and Nuns, kissed the Nun, slapped the Priestess," he counted in his long fingers.

"Yes, Headmaster," he nodded and I swallowed, anxious.

"I see," he clenched his jaw, not even looking at me. "Seems like Donatella came back from summertime in her home, worse than she left. I'm starting to think my punishments aren't being effective."

Priest Ivo took a step back, closer to me. "Your orders?"

"Deal with Naomi Isabella Russo's punishment, make sure to make her learn a lesson, she's grounded until Monday, she's in your hands!" He told him, firmly.

"And Miss Franceschini?" He asked carefully.

"I will deal with Donatella," he hissed, angered. "She is to be grounded for the entire week, until the next Monday," shit. "10 days with today, let's see if she'll learn a lesson this time, since my past punishment haven't been as effective as they should. She'll deal with her assignments when I'm done with her, until then, she'll stay in my tower. I'll teach her a lesson this time, even if I have to force it."

Yes, please, force your cock inside me. 10 days, it's a dream.

Priest Ivo halted, "Shall I get someone to get her things?"

"No need," he cut him, glaring. "You can leave now, Ivo."

He swallowed, "I'm sorry," he whispered to me.

"Tell Bella I'll be fine," I breathed to him.

Nodding, he made a mention to the Priest, and left, closing the door behind him, as soon as his steps got farther from the door enough that we could barely listen to them, my eyes finally went up to my Dante, who was glaring at me angrily like never before. "What did he whisper?" He hissed.

"That he is sorry for me," I felt my heartbeat racing.

"What did you whisper?"

I swallowed, "For him to tell Naomi I'll be fine."

Clenching his jaw, he took a deep breath, "You fucked her."

"I did, yes," I said honestly.

His eyes snapped open, feral anger burning in them, "Why?"

"Why not?" I grinned mischievously.

But that only made him angrier, "The real reason, Donatella!"

"I wanted to be with you, she wanted to be with Ivo," it's true.

He frowned, "Ivo? The old man?"

"Yes," I nodded. "He punishes her with his cock."

Dante's eyes turned fully black, "Arianna," he warned me.

I love when he calls me that, "Dante," I tilted my head.

"Why didn't you come in August?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Something came up and,"

"I've heard that lie from Mauro before, I want the truth!"

I couldn't help avoiding his eyes, "I was attacked in the end of the summer," I told him, feeling anxious, playing with my hands. "They… got me good, I needed to heal, we didn't want anyone to know what had actually happened, or that I was… very wounded."

He stood up and I heard the sound of his steps going from behind his desk to closer to me, "I told you to never avoid my eyes, didn't I?" He grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. "What happened?"

"I was kidnapped," I whispered, melting at the sight of his beautiful face, at his eyes pinned on me. "They kidnapped me and Naomi when I was spending a week at her familie's place in Florence. It was a familie that hate me for many accumulated reasons, I was the target and they didn't hurt her, only me. They tortured me for some days and made her watch, they wanted to break me."

His anger deepened, "And did they achieve that?"

My entire body and soul shook at the question, the pain of the truth taking over me like a tsunami, making my eyes teary, making it impossible for me to keep my eyes on his, "No," I lied.

"Did they…" he clenched his jaw, making me look at him.

"No," I turned to him, knowing what he wanted to ask, "I was not raped, I was never sexually abused." They did worse.

Relief took over him, and I felt cherished. But then his face turned angry again, "How could you fuck Noemi, slap a Priestess, and kiss a Nun, Donatella?" He hissed, his hand going from my chin to my neck, grabbing it hard, making me stay on the very tip of my boots. "Have you finally lost your fucking mind? Wasn't being part in orgies with those boys enough?"

"I would do it again if it meant being alone with you," I whispered, holding onto his wrist that was holding me hard, but not fighting.

"Don't ever do that again," he hissed, tightening his grip. "If you try anything with Noemi Isabella Russo again, I will put you in another dorm far away from her, and restrict your connection."

Is he jealous? "What will you do?"

"Do about what?" He hissed.

"About all I did to fuck my best friend," I purred.

He tightened his grip so hard that I felt my vision starting to darken slightly, until he released it and stepped away from me, only to grab me by my right biceps and yank me to the back left door of his office that takes to the stairs that go to the upper floor, where the soundproof main 'torture' room's. He didn't say a word as he dragged me there, pretty much taking me off the ground with his hard grip and long strides, given how long his legs are.

"Strip," he hissed, throwing me on the carpet of the room.

"Yes," I whispered, missing this, standing on my knees and taking my skirt off, then my necktie, unbuttoning my dress shirt and taking it off, staying solely in my cherry red lingerie and boots, a panty that covers the new scar.

"Leave that on," he stopped me before I could take it all.

And as my eyes went to his waist, I noticed how hard he was, even harder than all the other time, it made me swallow, and as my eyes went up to meet his again, they were already on mine, devouring me, but with the worse of the emotions in it, anger. "Dante,"

"Don't give me that look, Arianna," he warned dangerously.

"What look?" I played dumb, licking my lips.

"A look that begs me to fuck you until you can't fucking walk, that slutty look you've been giving me ever since you met me when you were 15. You wicked little thing," he bend down, grabbing my neck again and forcing me to look at him. "You think I don't know how you've been doing all this to get to me? How you've become obsessed with me?"

Oh? So, he does knows! "Dante,"

"You have no idea what you're trying to get yourself into, Arianna," he whispered, brushing his calloused right thumb on my bottom lip, making me lose my breath. "Don't make me cross a line we won't be able to deal with, you won't be able to handle. So, stop provoking me because I have a fucking edge and your making me go really fucking close from jumping from it."

"How do I push you from it?" I asked in a breath, eyes on his.

"Stop playing with fire, Arianna," then he stood up, "I am out of your league. I'm a Priest." Taking the white Priest-necktie from his neck, he loosened up his shirt, opening the top four buttons of his shirt, and folding his sleeves until his elbows, then he passed a hand messing his hair in a sexy way, and began to unbuckle his belt. "You know how this works, Arianna, don't make me tell you again. Get on the bed, before I throw you in it myself, and I won't be kind."

"Y-yes," I swallowed, getting up and walking towards the big black bed covered in a black silk mattress. "Up or down?"

"Belly down, ass up," he growled.

Nodding, I laid on it with my back up, arching my ass a lil bit, head turned to my left, arms laying at the sides of my body. Then, I felt him coming closer, and then the touch of his calloused big hand on my right ass cheek, then on the left with his other hand, grabbing it so tight it might leave a mark, and I couldn't hold back my moan. He widened my thick and soft butt cheeks open, probably looking at how my lace panty was deep into my ass. Then he gave a good and hard slap in each cheek.

"Dante," I moaned.

"Your ass looks prettier with the mark of my belt on it," he hissed, slapping each one more time. "Though I confess the mark of my hands certainly look delicious in your skin."

"Yes," I cried, eyes rolling with his simple touch.

"You're a very, very bad girl, Arianna. Let me fix that," then he grabbed the belt in his hands.