Alessandro Giovanni;
"My mother died on my birthday," I said quietly. "She was the only one in my twisted family who ever showed me what love truly felt like. Everyone else had their violent ways of expressing it—but hers was the only love that felt gentle, safe. Every year, she'd bake me a cake. The whole house would smell like vanilla and cinnamon."
My voice stopped her in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but I knew she was listening. So I kept going.
"I remember my tenth birthday so clearly. I woke up like any other year, excited and full of hope. I ran to the kitchen, expecting that familiar aroma. But it was empty. No cake, no preparations. I told myself maybe she baked it the night before. So I went to her room."
I stepped closer, slowly closing the distance between us until I stood just a foot behind her.
"That's when I heard voices… and that was the last time I saw her alive. She died in her room. Murdered. On my birthday. Since then, I stopped celebrating. I haven't touched sugar since."
Gently, I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She stiffened at first, then gradually relaxed into the embrace.
She drew a shaky breath. "When I was eight, my dad made me eat only raw tomatoes for breakfast every time I spoke out against how he manipulated my mom."
Her voice trembled, but she held herself steady.
"He was cruel. Abusive. He hurt my mom and my sister, but with me… it was different. He wanted to break me. He played mind games—constantly. That's why I studied psychology. I needed to understand him… to understand why he hated me so much."
"That's why you chose psychology," I whispered, my arms still wrapped around her.
"Yeah," she replied softly.
"Where is he now?"
"Santos Rodrigo?" Her voice turned cold. "The sperm donor who made me? Rotting in prison."
Wait—Santos Rodrigo? That name rang loud in my head. Was that the same lunatic I had a brief encounter with at the pen?
She finally turned to face me, her eyes sharp. "You guessed right. Same penitentiary you were released from."
Damn.
The irony stung—her father was just as twisted and dangerous as I am. Maybe worse. And he was known for calling people weak. No wonder she snapped every time I used that word around her. Maybe it wasn't just pride—it was trauma.
Sentiment ends here.
She must carry the same madness in her blood. It's probably buried beneath those polished degrees and that pristine calm. But I could see it—feel it—lurking.
She stared into me, eyes wide and vulnerable. In the underworld, we called people like her "Psychs." Doctors of the mind who knew how to stay guarded—who believed revealing their own pasts to patients was the ultimate…
Weakness.
I pulled her tighter against me. She shuddered but didn't look away, her gaze silently pleading.
"Say the words," I whispered.
"I can't," she breathed, eyes darting everywhere but to me.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know," she whispered, tears brimming.
I gently lifted her hands, placed them on my shoulders, pulling her closer—her body brushing against mine. She gasped, her lips parting slightly.
"What do you desire, Doctor?"
"...I don't know," she said again, her voice cracking through the tears.
"Whatever it is, I'll make it happen," I said, voice low, resolute.
Then I stepped away, letting the space between us grow as I picked up a tomato from the counter.
I held it up where she could see. "How much do you hate this?"
Her expression darkened. "The very sight of it makes me sick. It is him."
"And what are you going to do about it?" I asked, locking eyes with her. "Destroy every tomato in the world—or prove that he no longer has control over you?"
"How can I do that?" She softly asked.
"Take back control, but I'm guessing you must have tried that all these years. So, I suggest you give me control, doctor. Let me help you forget that son of a bitch." I offered.
"Can you?" She asks in total surrender.
"Doctor, I can help you vecome untouchable to your past, invincible to people like that. Permanently." I said to her
"How." She answered.
"There is freedom in letting go, allowing someone else control you. Die for me, or rather, live for me, doctor. Become like me and no one will ever trample on you" I explained.
She was compelled by my dark desires, she had bottled all her feelings for so many years. Letting go, is what she truly wants. And now that the opportunity steps in, she's compelled to accept it.
"Okay." She agrees.
"Now; What tell me what you want." I urged her again.
"I want you."
I smiled in victory. One down.
I locked the kitchen door to avoid interruptions, led her to the counter.
"Sit." I ordered.
She climbs up the counter edge.
I riased the fresh washed tomato on my lips, taking a bite. And then I pressed it on her lips.
"Bite." I said to her.
She shakes her head slightly, refusing.
"Bite!" I commanded,my tone harsh and dark.
She bites into it, as a single tear drips from her eye. She slowly chews the tomato. More tears dropped further.
If I was going to make her become like me, I had to break her in every way possible.
I chew another part of the juicy tomato. "Open up." I said to her.
I passed the tomato from my mouth to hers. Another tear fell out.
"Now, everyime you see a tomato,you won't be reminded of HIM, but of this moment."
I raised the half eaten fruit to her face, then with my middle finger, I made a hole. I kept digging further, my eyes on her as she begings to catch the concept of what I was doing.
She is the fruit and I'm finger fucking her.
Her legs came together, as her mind travelled further to the concept in mu hand. I plan on making what she hates become a pleasurable reminder.
"Please...." She moaned.
I smiled inwardly, knowing she's aroused. But i kept making a mess if the fruit in my hand. Then i turned it over to my mouth, making a sucking sound.
She grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter, lips parted, eyes filled with raw lust.
She jumps down from the counter, grabbed me and aggressively kissing me. I allowed her, made her think she had any control.
Just like I said, she would tale the first step. Her hands cupped my dick but I suppressed a groan, I allowed her grind her self slowly like a little slut.
Still I made no move, allowing her do all the work. Which, I know very well, would tire her out.
"Please fuck me already!!" She begs in fraustration.
Silence sweeps the room as none of us said anything or did anything.
"Turn your body to the counter." I said in a dark commanding tone.
When she did exactly as I asked. I pressed my hard groin to her ass, making her shudder like a whore. Then, I slapped her ass cheeks, pulling her pants down. My other hand makes her upper body lie flat on the counter.
I intend to fuck like a little slut, I'll make a whore out of her. She would want to bed me every time she fucking sees me. She gave me control and I Intend to use every second of it.
I undid my zipper, my veiny cock sprung out. My fingers thrust dircetly into her pussy. She lets out a scream, my fingers were ravishing her pussy, without any mercy. I kept fucking her with my finger, making it faster than she could keep up with.
She tried to look at the scene but I bent her body back to the original position as my fingers did their job. She keep squirming and moaning and after a while she orgasms right on my fingers.
Just like I wanted.
Little did she know my next plan.
I rubbed her wetness on her asshole, I wanted to probe that spot where she has never been touched. I needed to mark my control on every hole in her body. She realises my intention and tried to bargaun her way out of it.
"No please, I've never tried that and it's going to hurt please." She begged.
"Live for me, doctor. Total surrender." I reminded her.
"Buts...." I stopped what I wS doing immediately.
"No buts...…either you are in or not." I reminded her.
She layed back like an obedient little slut, my little slut.
"Good girl." I praised.
After probing her hole, scissioring her in there, she has to be well lubricated if my dick is going to fit in.
After a minute of probing and finger her asshole, I slowly put the head of my dick inside her. She thrashed around in pain, screaming and moaning all at the same time.
"No pain, no pleasure doctor...scream out my name!" I half yelled. Knowing jt was just us in the entire mansion.
I messaged one of my men asking him to evacute the entire staff, I knew this moment would happen. And for her sake, I needed everyone out.
"Alessandro please!!!" She shouts out in both pain and pleasure.
"That's not my name." I thrust another inch into her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed out.
"WHO AM I!!" I matched the energy she gave.
"Alessandro fucking Giovanni!!!" She yelled.
I thrust another inch into her, she was going crazy at this point, to the extent of orgasming through her lady hole. I wasn't fucking her pussy but she cummed hard from the painful pleasure she was getting.
"That isn't my name. WHO THE FUCK AM I!!!" I yelled out.
"DADDY!!!" She screams.
I drove my entire dick into her, she exploded into another orgasm. She was literally on cloud nine.
I slowly thrust into her, allowing her to get used to my size. I raised her body from the counter. My dick still inside her. Now her whole body rested on mine.
"This is just the begining, Doctor. You've seen nothing yet." I whispered into her ears. Making her shudder, her eyes closed as I moved slowly inside her.
I grabbed her breast in one hand as I kept moving inside her. Her body just beside the kitchen counter but her back was on my chest. So I grabbed her hair and made her touch her toes.
She was in one hell of a ride.
I removed my dick from her ass hole and went straight to her pussy. Lord, was she wet. Soaking wet. My dick easily slipped into her tight hole. She was fripping with cum, her whole pants soaked with her cum.
The control I had over her body and mind is impressive. She is supoosed to be the one controlling me, but I already bought that control. This is my session with her, and I'll make her do whatever it is I want.
She moaned out my name as I kept fucking her from behind. The pace changed to a faster one, I was diving into her like a mad man. This feeling was making me lose control over myself.
I wanted to cause her pain, make Her more miserable and beg for me. I want her mind to be filled with thiughts of satisfying me. Something about her makes me want her body, and even her soul.
I kept pounding harsh into her, Fucking her deep until I hit her G-spot. "Please, I want to cum." She begged.
"You are not permitted to....not until I say so." I reminded her.
"Please Daddy, I want to cum so much right now, I can't hold it." She begged with a shaky breath.
"You can and you will." I scolded.
After what seems to be like forever thrusting fast into her. "You can cum now, doctor. Show me how hard you can cume for me." I horsley told her.
I was going to cum with her, like magic, we both cummed hard and fast. I loaded her up with my seeds.
"We have another round to go upstairs. Hold onto me." I said carrying her bridal style out of the kitche.