“Good girl!” He growls, before he thrusts forward and deeply pushes his length to the back of my throat. His fingers plunge inside me as his cock thrusts in my mouth and my ass tightens around the plug. I choke, I tremble, I quiver from pleasure as a climax I never expected quickly approaches. He’s giving me what I wanted, what I needed after seeing me at his feet earlier and I didn’t even have to ask. And he is silencing my mind, making me delirious with the best fucking pleasure ever.
I taste his precum on my tongue as his free hand fists my hair in his tight grip and give myself over to him completely. With demanding control, he takes my body to a place I have never been before as I feel myself tighten, my clit throb, and my ass coated with my own desire that is dripping from me. Being filled in both places has a sensation pulsing through me I have never felt, one more addictive than anything I have ever experienced before and I never want it to end.
Suddenly, his movements stop. He pulls himself from my mouth and steals his hands from my body. Quickly, I feel my restraints being untied. First my ankles and then my wrists. I gasp as he pulls me up to straddle him before grabbing the blindfold from my eyes. He sits me down, straddling his lap, and stares in my eyes.
“In submission, Kitten, there is freedom,” He instructs, before he raises my hips and slams his length deep inside me. I gasp from the penetration as his mouth captures mine and his teeth pull on my bottom lip right before his hand pulls the toy slowly from my ass. I groan from the void, wanting to feel it inside me again because heaven help me, he has succeeded in filling me in ways I have only ever dreamed of. As if knowing he slowly inserts the toy again and I cry out from the best fucking feeling ever. “God, I know what you fucking need, Mia. And giving it to you makes me the luckiest man ever.” He whispers, before I feel him slowly begin to move as he rocks his pelvis up and sends his length beautifully in and out of my slick heat before pushing gently on the plug. “In domination, there is responsibility, and that means you, Mia, coming first ineveryfucking thing.”
His lips capture mine before I can say a word. Gently, he lays me back against the bed as he tenderly starts to make love to me, just like I was needing, craving, after he pushed my body to places it had never been before. His tongue slides across my own, commanding a different pleasure to build inside me. One that feels a lot like love. Love for his power. Love for his control. Love for his dominance. And love for a man I never thought existed as he slowly, gently, rocks us both towards heaven and I suddenly feel us crash over and into a future we never expected together.
Chapter 12
Leonardo
I know I have only begun to scratch the surface of the hell in her past, and the knowledge kills me inside. As she lays in my arms, her body marked by my hands, I vow to never hurt her, use her, in any way that won’t bring her the utmost pleasure she has ever experienced. And there is no denying the pleasure I brought her tonight as my mind remembers how hard she came apart in my arms over and over again. My hands trace over the marks our love making has left behind and my chest fills with a foreign feeling, needing to protect her, cherish her, and make her understand that this pleasure I can give her is only ever going to happen if she is OK with it. If she uses the power it brings to erase her demons. Forget her past. And bring her the most satisfaction she will ever have in our future.
Our future?
Fucking hell, no matter how hard I try I can’t shake the possessiveness that she is now mine. Only mine. And I will be damned if I let her go so another man can enjoy the ecstasy I feel when she is lying in my arms. She stirs, and a smile spreads across her face. A content look is finally about her, and my heart warms knowing I put it there. I pull myself away slowly and rise to watch her finally lulled into a deep sleep.
Crossing the room, I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I step in once the water is piercing hot and let it sting its way across my flesh. The hot water is much like knowing that her piece of shit father took something from her, a debt, even his life won’t repay, and the truth of it all is now burning its way through my mind. I brace my arms against the tile and hang my head low in thought, trying to piece together the little information she gave me. The tiny glimpse into her past that just may shed more light on the information I needed before I took her in a way I was trying to stop myself from, knowing she is too fragile to be brought over into my world.
She deserves gentleness after the harsh reality of her past. She should be treated with respect, not ever once made to feel shame or disgrace at the touch of my hand. My understanding of my lifestyle knows that is never the intent. But the frailness of her, the delicacy of her former life, makes me want to make sure she fully grasps I wouldneverhurt her without intending it to be pleasurable. Without her consent and her approval before I take us both higher than we have ever been before.
And she takes me so fucking high. Makes me feel larger than life. My beautiful weakness that would never leave my fire unlit. Much like the Virgins in the garden we walked through yesterday.
I trust her. With my life. And soon, I’ll trust her with more. The secrets that could destroy her. The key to this whole fucking operation. And the one thing standing in between us and complete justice. For her sake and mine.
Washing my body, I groan at the memory of her laid out for me. Tied, bound, anticipating my next touch. My dick stirs at the thought and I have to tell myself to let her sleep, for now. Rinsing off, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. Shaking the access water off of my head, I make my way into the office off the master bedroom, passing her as she sleeps.
Her blond hair is spread out on my black sheets like a fucking goddess. The sheet is pulled down, exposing her for only my eyes and I can’t help the selfish way I love it. Need it. Crave it always. For her to be mine and know no other man.
Pushing through the door, I cross to the desk and flip on the light. I grab the phone and dial a number I was never planning on using again and push back in my seat waiting impatiently as it rings. I see her through the open doors, and she stirs, rolling onto her side. Her body calls to me. Begs me to come back to it.
Just as I am about to cave, give in on the animal instinct to take what I fucking want and leave business for later, he picks up and I let out a sigh at his greeting.
“Leonardo?”
“Si Giovanni, sono io.”(Yes, Giovanni it’s me)
“Non dovresti chiamarmi figliolo,”(You should not be calling me, Son) Giovanni sighs heavily on the other end of the line.“Se I’ha scoperto Luigi…”(If Luigi ever found out)
“Lui non lo fara!”(He won’t)“E’l unico di cui mi fido, il vecchio consigliere di Luigi. Conosce un uomo di nome James Costello?”(Giovanni, you are the only one that I trust. Luigi’s old consigliere. Do you know a man named James Costello)
He releases a heavier sigh and I sit in anticipation and wait for Giovanni to answer me.“Non dovresti dire il nome.”(You shouldn’t speak the name)
I shake my head because the old man has no idea the shit I am quickly unraveling. And it is just a matter of time before I make him tell me all he knows anyways. Once I hit the island and make my way to his house, he will have to tell me when he sees who I have beside me.
“E’in Sicilia, vieni nel pomeriggio, mi dirai tutto quello che sai, la vita di Luigi dipende questo.”(I will be in Sicily come this afternoon. You will tell me everything you know. Luigi’s life depends on it)
“Si, e ora.”(Yes, it is time) I hear the old man agree.
I watch as Mia rolls to her back and the sheet falls to the floor. Without another word, I slowly hang up the receiver and stand. I hear her cry out in her sleep, as the sound of whimpers, the demons in her past resurface. The need to dominate them takes over and I am at her side in an instant. She thrashes from side to side on the bed, still dreaming.
Needing to silence her the only way I know how, my body wars with my mind to choose pleasure to chase her hell away as I lift her in my arms and whisper in her ear. It takes a moment for her to still, and when she does, she grabs ahold of me tightly and digs her fingers into my biceps.
“Take it away,” she whispers, granting me permission to make her feel the only way I want to for the rest of my damn life.
Owned. Cherished. Adored. Cared for in a way only I know how.
