He doubles up the naked pillow and props it behind my head.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want you to be able to see everything I’m going to do to you. Last chance, Rosa—say you’ve changed your mind and you’re free to go. I’ll sleep on the couch, and you can have this whole big bed to yourself.”
I hate the thought of having this whole big bed to myself, and I’m sure he knows that—but as excited as I am by the promise of what comes next, part of my brain isn’t ready to let go.
“You’ve tied me up,” I say quietly as he climbs back between my legs.
“I know.”
“So… umm… Shouldn’t we have, like, a safe word or something?”
He runs one hand between my breasts, across the chain of my amulet, and up to my throat. He turns my face to one side and kisses my neck so very gently.
“Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen,” he growls into my ear. “And we don’t need a safe word—I can read your body like a book. I feel every beat of your pulse, every spike of your heart. I can scent the need on you, feel your clit throbbing and your pussy soaking. I know what you need before you do, Rosa, and I fully intend to give it to you.” He nips my skin, then takes his mouth away.
He straddles my hips and rips my tank top from my body. The ring around his pupils flashes silver as he grins down at my exposed breasts. I ache for him to touch them, to suck them, to play with my nipples, but all he does is look. I want to scream for him to get on with it, but that will only delay things. He will punish me for it, and I am so desperate for his hands to be on me that I stay silent.
“Good girl,” he eventually says, skimming his hands over my tied wrists, down my arms to my shoulders, across my throat, leaving a trail of fire on my skin as he inches closer to my breasts. He grazes both nipples, the barest of touches, and I arch toward him, unable to stop the reaction. He warns me with a raised eyebrow, and I lie still.
My reward is his mouth, hot and wet and demanding, moving from one nipple to the other. As he sucks on me, he brings his knee up between my legs. The pressure hits my pussy at exactly the right point to make me moan.
“I love your tits,” he says, gazing down at me. “One day soon I’m going to come all over them. Look at those nipples—so tight, so puckered up at a bit of pain. Begging for attention, like the rest of you. Rub yourself against me, bella. I know you want to.”
I grind into his knee and get the most sublime rush from the friction. A flood of moisture pools between my legs, and he goes back to my nipples, sucking and biting in perfect timing with what’s going on below, each wave of pleasure bringing me closer to orgasm.
I am on the brink when he pulls back. His mouth leaves my nipple, his hands leave my breasts, and his knee—his wonderful fucking knee!—is taken away. I am left frustrated and thrusting toward nothing at all.
“Not yet, my love,” he murmurs. “Not yet. The best things are worth waiting for, you’ll see.”
I close my eyes and groan, and when I open them, his face is inches from mine. “Open your mouth,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
I do as I’m told, and he runs his fingertips along my lips, molding them and pushing them, then puts two fingers inside. I feel him probing and exploring, and it is strange and hot and almost unbearably intimate.
“Suck,” he instructs, and god help me, I do. I suck his fingers so hard, running my tongue over them, biting at them, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. His pupils are huge, and his cock shoves at me through my pants. A trail of saliva pools on my chin as he finger-fucks my mouth, and I don’t care. It’s dirty and invasive and has no right to feel as good as it does. Growling, he pulls his hand away and leans down and kisses me so hard our teeth clash and our lips claw at each other, his tongue going everywhere his fingers did.
It ends abruptly, and he is at the bottom of the bed, leaving me dizzy. I lift my head to see what sweet torture he has planned for me next.
He tugs my sweatpants off and stands staring at my pink panties. At the damp patch I know is spreading across them. God, he is magnificent—his broad shoulders, the bulk of his tattooed chest, that enormous cock jutting proudly upright. He takes hold of his shaft and squeezes it slowly up and down as he gazes at my pussy. “You like what you see, Rosa? You like my cock?”
“Yes,” I manage to say. “I like it a lot.”
“Good, because it’s going into every hole you’ve got sooner or later.”
I swallow hard. Every hole I’ve got will welcome him.
He puts his hands on my ankles, pushes my legs wide, and kneels between them with his palm on my mound. Even through the fabric of my panties, his touch burns, and I moan as he presses his fingers down on me.
“So wet already, cara mia, and we’ve only just begun.”
He slides one long finger inside the silky cloth and strokes my clit with a featherlight touch that leaves me gasping his name. So soft it’s barely there, teasing and playing and bringing me so close to orgasm with each slow drag. His mouth drops down to join his hand, and he pushes the material of my panties inside me with his tongue. It’s not enough, and I can’t stop myself from tugging at my restraints.
After one more nuzzle, he lifts away and tears my underwear from my body with a growl. He pushes my thighs farther apart, and the silver of his eyes flares around the black. His lips curve as he studies my pussy like he’s trying to memorize it.
“Beautiful,” he says, pulling open my wet lips and running one finger through the moisture. He leans down and gently blows on my clit. “Beautiful—and mine. You’re going to taste so fucking good. Tell me what you want now, Rosa. Tell me what you want me to do with this gorgeous cunt.” He slips one finger inside me as he speaks, keeps it in there, moving and probing and brushing that sweet spot that makes me squirm. I feel his breath on me with every word he says.
“Please, Luca.” I’m desperate for him to make me come, desperate for him to touch me with his mouth. With his tongue. I need him to push me over the edge I’ve been balanced on for too long.
