DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 7
The punishments
All the jeeps park and Fer guards Kara until they are inside. She leaves her with Tamara and two security guys in the VIP area. The Don goes elsewhere to do his business and play poker with his partners.
—since you look like you don’t even drink wine, I'l ask you for something not so strong and thus avoid my death. —Tamay raises her hand to be served by a waiter.
“I don't drink, but to avoid insulting you I'll accept it" she whispers.
“I like it that way,” the young woman chirps.
it doesn't take long for her drinks to arrive.
Kara tries it and she likes it because it tastes a lot like strawberry juice.
—Be careful, honey. She tastes sweet, but believe me, she makes you extremely drunk with four of those. —She is carrying Cosmopolitan and Kara is carrying a strawberry margarita.
The wolf takes Tamara's advice and drinks her drink slowly, this way she will avoid making a fool of herself.
“Well, the delivery is scheduled to arrive this Saturday,” announces one of Don's partners, who smokes his cigar and look: at everyone seriously.
—Fer will be the one in charge of everything. —Trust everything in his right hand.
—But, Don, this shipment is too valuable to leave in the hands of anyone. —The potbellied old man makes a face at Fer. —Do you question the capacity of my right hand? —the Don mutters seriously.
He takes a drag on his cigar and lets the smoke out calmly.
—Don, I never meant anything like that. I'm just interested in this operation going well...
She raises his hand to silence him.
—You will take charge of the operation, but keep in mind that if you fail your head will be pierced by one of my bullets. Now get out. —Her voice is hoarse. The chubby man gets scared, gets up and leaves. Well, let the game begin.
They move somewhere else so they can play poker. This room gives you a good view of the VIP area and the dance floor ¢ the first floor.
The Don's eyes scan the VIP room and in a few seconds he finds what he is looking for. He sits in a place where his eyes c have a good view of the little wolf and thus keep an eye on her himself.
“Let's dance,’ Tamara invites. Kara looks at her, unsure. Come, we won't go far. “She” takes her hand to get her up and guides her to a small dance floor in the VIP. She begins to move her body. Come on, Kara, you're young, so have fun. —Rai her arms.
Kara moves her hips to the music.
“Yes, baby," Tamara shouts.
The track where they are is only for members of the club and their guests, therefore, there are not so many people, which allows the Don to see the sensual movements of the wolf. He can't help but get turned on seeing her like that. He would like her to be looser, but he knows that it is impossible, especially with the way he treats her by using her as a s****( object.
The minutes pass and the drinks of alcohol between Kara and Tamara are quite a few. Her third return to the track is take with an extremely sensual song.
Many know that Tamara is the fiancee of the dreaded Don, but what about the little brunette?
A boy comes up behind Kara. She, under the influence of alcohol, follows his dance, rubbing against him.
The Don's eyes sparkle from such impudence. He gets up from the table and goes to the dance floor. His anger flares up more when the boy is about to kiss the wolf. He grabs him by the pole and pulls him back. The boy, angry, turns around a is left pale by the imposing figure of the Don, who does not contain himself to let go of a punch in his face. He destroys h septum. He doesn't stop to land another punch this time in his eye, which will have a good bruise tomorrow.
“Don, Don, leave it," Kara pleads in the midst of crying over the atrocious scene unfolding on the dance floor.
The Don leaves him unbalanced and leaves the subject dying. He looks angrily at the wolf and roughly grabs her arm. “We're leaving he grows as he aggressively pulls her out of the club and throws her into the jeep.
The young wolf hits her forehead on something hard and loses consciousness. That mattered very little to the Don. Seconds pass before the jeeps start moving towards the dock.
The young wolf wakes up with a severe headache both from the crash she had in the jeep and from the hangover from th strawberry margaritas she drank.
Kara tries to move, but realizes that her hands and feet are tied. For those reasons her body has horrible pain in her extremities.
“You finally wake up,’ the Don says.
He comes out of the bathroom wrapped with a small towel on his hip.
“What happened? Why am I tied up?
She doesn't respond, she just approaches the door when she is knocked and lets in a boy with a bag in his hand. The wol is scared because she doesn't know what will happen. The young man takes different objects from the bag. That makes h nervous. The Don approaches her and sits next to her on the bed.
—Kara, Kara... I told you that you can't do whatever you want. All of you belong to me and the only one with the right to touch you is me,” she growls.
—Where do you want me to do it? —inquires the boy.
—Do what to me? —Her voice comes out nervous and her desire to cry is high.
“My brand, because you are my property,” the Don says. Do it on her wrist, so everyone will see it. —Raise the quilts a littl so that the boy can't see the wolf's breasts—. “You better stay still,” he whispers menacingly.
The boy takes out a machine and does what the Don asked. Meanwhile, Kara endures the pain of the needles without moving, because that is what the Don demanded.
On her wrist they tattoo Proprieta di Don in italian along with a small rose made with black ink that stands out on her pa skin.
—There, Don, that's it. The guy admires his artwork.
“Stop,” the Don snaps.
The boy quickly picks up his things to leave the room.
“Why are you doing this to me? —Kara sobs.
The burning on her skin, which struggles to heal, is unbearable. She doubts that tattoo will heal.
—Little puppy, you are mine, understand. No one but me can touch you. You let that scum touch you.
“That doesn't give you the right to hit someone like that," she says after remembering the brutal blows she gave to the be on the dance floor.
The Don clenches his jaw, angry at what he said.
He growls low and looks at her menacingly.
“ll do whatever I want with you, with him, and with all the shit else I want," he barks angrily.
His mood swings increasingly scare the poor wolf.
Kara is the only one who understands, but she doesn't want to inform him. The omega part of her doesn't allow her to be so irrational in that way. She could put the lives of many in danger if the Don does not control what is happening to her. —You should calm down. She relaxes so he can calm down.
The Don's nostrils move every time he takes a breath. He obeys the wolf who lets out her scent.
—Why do you smell so sweet? “Him,” he inquires as Kara's scent enters her nostrils.
“It's something we omegas do to calm the alphas,” she explains.
—i like it and it turns me on. —Her voice comes out hoarse and in a low whisper.
She looks at the tied wolf. He gets more heated seeing her so helpless. She grunts to remove the quilt, exposing her bare skin. He drops the towel and climbs on top of her. She buries her nose in her neck and smells the rich aroma of vanilla ar strawberries that comes off her.
—Cucciolo, there is a delizioso perfume —she purrs and bites her neck.
Kara moans when she smells the huge man’s hormones and she can't help but wet her center. He takes one hand to that spot and runs it up and down.
—50 wet for me.
The wolf doesn't understand anything she says, but it warms her to hear him speak her language.
“Don...” she moans when he enters two fingers inside her, arches them and touches her G spot.
At first they are small frictions, until they become erratic touches.
He whimpers and gasps at the new pleasure it gives him.
“Let go of me,” she asks, wanting to be able to touch her hot skin.
—0ne of your punishments for allowing yourself to be touched by that bastard is that you can't touch me.
Only the words “your punishments” pass through Kara's head. She doesn't want to find out what the others are.
The Don moves her hips and rubs his c**k against the wolf's thigh, which makes her hornier.
“Take me," she says in the middle of a gasp.
He bites her neck, rubs his tongue on that area and leaves a reddish mark.
“Another of your punishments is to deprive you of having me inside him,” he murmurs slowly into his ear and bites his earlobe.
He knows that it is a punishment for both of them and even more so with the sweet smell that is so attractive that the w smells. However, he must give the punishment. He stops stimulating her just as her 0****m is coming.
“No,” the wolf complains.
—Last punishment: depriving you of your 0****m. “Puppy, you will see that you will stick to my decisions whether you like or not,” she determines.
He leaves the room, but not before throwing a quilt over Kara.
She may be a beast, but he would never leave her out in the open and exposed to the cold of the night.
Naked, he walks down the ship's hallway and meets one of the girls who works there. He takes her arm and leads her to 2 corner.
“Suck it,” he orders.
The girl, without refusing his order, bends over and grabs his c**k to give him oral. He holds her hair to pace her and mo her hips. He makes the young woman gag by burying his member deep inside her mouth.
Frustrated by not feeling pleased, he pushes her away from her and goes to her room, gets into the shower and holds hes c**k with her imposing hand to masturbate, but even so, he doesn't come. He becomes more frustrated and in a bad moc He focuses his mind on something else and little by little her erection comes down from her.
After almost an hour and a half in the shower, he comes out and dries her body.
He puts on white beach pants and a shirt of the same color. He leaves her cabin heading for the bow. There he finds his right hand man and her fiancée almost having s*x.
—Don'tI give them a room to do their things? -Crosses arms.
—Are you excited to find us in the middle of the act? —Tamara inquires with her eyebrows raised.
“Get out of here,” she blurts out in a bad mood.
They understand him, so they walk away and leave him alone.
He walks over to the railing and looks out at the bright lights of Venice.
On the other hand, the wolf stops insisting on removing her restraints and she falls asleep with a horrible burning in her crotch for not having been pleased by the Don.