Her Possessive Master

CHAPTER SEVEN

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"Don't curse," Giovanni said while fixing his tie. "There's a dress in your room. Get dressed."

Betty couldn't believe that he was into BDSM. She had read about it in her books, and it excited her. Sometimes she would sneak her hand into her pants and finger herself while thinking about it.

After getting dressed, Betty looked at herself in the mirror. The dress showed every detail of her body, and she forgot how beautiful she was.

She then heard a soft knock on her door. "Come in," she said while putting on some blush on her cheeks. The maid walked in holding a paper in her hand. "Master has asked me to give you this," she said, handing Betty the paper before leaving.

The paper read, "Don't wear undergarments."

"Who did he think he was?" Betty thought. She didn't want to walk around with no undergarments. "He wasn't going to find out anyway," she thought

Giovanni glanced at the clock; he was running late and Betty was still not ready. "BETTY!" he called out, and she quickly made her way down to him. The dress she was wearing fit perfectly, just as he had imagined. It showed off her beautiful body, and he couldn't help but feel an intense desire to explore her, to the point where he wanted to rip the dress off her body

The car ride was quiet. "Don't you want to know where we're going?" he asked, trying to cheer her up. "What do you expect me to say when you're forcing me into your rubbish?" she yelled back. "Stop yelling. I'm in charge here, and I'm not forcing you," he calmly replied as he held her thigh, moving his hand back and forth. "Just think about it," he said.

Betty couldn't remove his hand. It felt right, and it brought sparks. As soon as he stopped the car, Betty noticed well-dressed people entering a club. She couldn't believe he had brought her to a club, but the funny thing was that even the toothache-inducing music couldn't detract from how beautifully the women were dressed.

As they got out of the car, Giovanni grabbed Betty's waist and led her into what appeared to be a club. However, she soon realized that it was more like a private meeting place, with people sitting in groups at tables. She didn't recognize anyone and felt uncomfortable as she moved closer to Giovanni.

Sensing her discomfort, Giovanni pulled her closer and tightened his grip. "Giovanni," she heard a voice behind her, with a strong Italian accent. Turning around, she saw a man who was perhaps in his late 30s. He still looked handsome, but not like Giovanni, she thought.

"And who is this fine lady you've got here?" the man asked while glaring at Betty. She couldn't help but look away. "She's Betty, my lady for tonight," Giovanni said, which shocked her. What did he mean by "tonight"? So many thoughts ran through her head.

"This way, Giovanni," the man said, leading the way.