A lone tear wells in my eye before flowing over my lower lash. “Yes. I feel… more at peace than I have in months. More like me than I ever have.”
Aurora nods gently before leaning down to take my lips in a passionate kiss, one where she pours all of herself into me and I take every ounce.
“If you ever want to talk about what you went through, I will always listen. But separate from that, if you allow me to, I’d like to do what I can to give you this headspace,” she says.
“I don’t understand. You’re asking for my permission to do something we’re already doing?” I reply, and I can feel my brow creasing with confusion.
“I’m not talking about now. I mean going forward. I’m asking if you’ll let me dominate you. I want to look after you,give you what you need, when you need it. I’m asking you to trust me with your submission,mio re,” she says, her tone low and laden with desire.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the warmth of her skin, where her grip still holds me firmly. The security of the ropes that bind me and the pressure I feel against my skin under every knot she tied. I feel tethered to not only her, but a version of myself I’ve never acknowledged before. These emotions I’m experiencing aren’t simply a side effect of sexual experimentation, they're a realisation of what I want. What I need.
“Yes,” I say so softly I worry she didn’t hear me.
“Mine. Now and for always.”
“Yours, Don Bianchi.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
AURORA
There's an aura of contentedness that appears to engulf Enzo when the words leave his mouth. His features soften and his eyes close. His whole body seems to unwind as I watch the final traces of his rigidity evaporate like clouds being burned away by the heat of the sun.
“Yours, Don Bianchi.”
My body responds like it’s being called into action. Shivers of excitement flurry inside me at the idea of having this beautiful soul belong to me. My connection to him in this moment feels almost primal and demands to be celebrated.
“We’ll play with these more in the future, but right now, I need to release you. This is an extensive tie, and I can’t keep you in it for too long, especially with your shoulder still recovering,” I say in a hushed tone.
I swear I hear a soft mewl of disappointment, but I ignore it and push off the desk to kneel beside him. I release the last knot and slowly start the process of unfurling the chestharness. When I’d tied his wrists together, I’d started with a simple capture, but as I’d weaved the rope around his chest, I’d had some fun creating a diamond-based harness. Neither were perfect, but I only recently asked Sinclair to teach me some of what he knows.
After seeing the way Enzo reacted to my hand at his throat, I had a feeling this was something he would appreciate. It looks like I need to learn more if this brings him peace.
As the last knot falls away from his wrist, he turns and pulls me up into his lap and I reflexively wrap my arms around his shoulders. As my core presses against the ridges of his abdomen, the heat radiates between us. Watching him on his knees, submitting to me, has my pussy aching for him. Holding me as he stands I wrap my legs around him before he marches me back towards the sofa and I yelp as he drops me without warning.
Enzo’s chest is heaving. One hand fumbles at his belt, yanking the buckle open before unbuttoning his fly and pushing his jeans down. I bite my lip when his cock springs free. He’s rock-hard and weeping for me. I want to reach out and run my fingers along the length of him, tease him, trace along the thick vein that runs along the underside of his dick, and run my tongue along the slit where his pre-cum is beading for me.
My hand is about to wrap around the base of his hard-on when he bats me away.
“I’ve been hard since the second you walked through that door. I need more than your mouth right now,” he says, sounding half-wild. For a moment I think the submissive part of this program is over, but then I watch in awe and he kicks his jeans off to the side and drops to his knees before me. Enzo reaches for the fly of mine, and wrestles with the skin tight denim for a moment before tugging the waistband down.
I’m reduced to a mixture of involuntary mewls that escape with each new touch. I plant my feet on the floor and push my hips up so he can pull my legs free of both my jeans and my panties. Just as I’m wondering how to get this corset off quickly, Enzo kneels and grips me by the back of the knees, pulling me forcefully off the sofa cushions and seating me on his thighs.
“Lean back,” he demands.
I lean back on my elbows while he moves my feet so they’re planted firmly on either side of his hips. I squeal as he slides one hand behind my lower back and lifts me into position, the other running the tip of his dick along my seam. I cry out as he circles my clit then returns to notch himself at my entrance.
“I want you to take every inch of my cock in your tight little cunt and ride me hard. Think you can do that for me, boss,” he growls out with a playful smirk.
“I think I can manage that,” I reply, before I slide down on to him in slow increments, fucking myself on to his cock until he bottoms out and cries out my name. In this position I can lean back and arch over the sofa, taking a lot of my weight on my elbows as I push off from the floor with my feet. Then I drop back down, fucking myself hard, tilting my hips to make sure every bounce on his cock hits my G-spot.
It doesn’t take long for my rhythm to start to falter as my pleasure builds. The flare of his crown stretches my walls, prompting my eager pussy to tense and spasm, desperate to keep him buried deep inside me. He brings one hand to my hip and grasps me tightly, steadying my tempo, before bringing the other to rest on my lower abdomen. He splays his fingers out wide leaving his thumb hovering over my clit.
Throwing my head back, I’m overwhelmed with pleasure as I reach the pinnacle of orgasm. Tingles race along my spinecausing my clit to throb and my chest to heave against the bodice of the corset.
“Look at me.” Enzo's tone is strained, half begging, half demanding. I drop my chin to my chest and find myself trapped by his beautiful blue eyes. His tousled hair flops forward on his forehead and it offers me a side of him I never see. A side that’s not perfectly presented, not ordered, not immaculate. Sweat beads on his forehead and runs down to his collarbone pooling in the dip there before rolling enticingly down his chest. He looks wild, like he’s been unleashed. For me. By me.
“Come on my cock, Don Bianchi. Now.” As he speaks, the hand resting on my belly pushes down, applying an exquisite pressure that makes me feel every glide of his cock against my G-spot more intensely. Just when I think I can’t take anymore his thumb brushes my clit and sets off a chain reaction in my core.
