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I want to smile at her attempt to frighten me but something in her soul makes me cold. She means it.
“I believe you,” I say. “But you must obey me.”
Her expression softens slightly, a hint of resignation in her eyes. “Can’t you see how trapped I feel? You hurt me, you son of a bitch.”
I reach out, gently cupping her face. “I promise, once Orlov is no longer a threat, things will be different.”
“Alessandro, I... I’m not sure I believe you,” she starts to say.
I place a finger on her lips, reaching into my jacket and pulling out my gun. “Take it.”
She shakes her head. “What are you doing?”
“I mean what I say. If you want me dead, shoot me.”
“I don’t want to shoot you. I want you to listen to me. I want to walk in the fucking garden. Is that too much to ask?”
“Are you going to take the gun or not?”
She winks. “I don’t need a gun to kill you if I decide it’s happening. I’ll use one of those chess pieces.”
This is the moment when I fall so deeply in love with her, it’s like I’m drowning. “I have no doubt,” I say, sliding the gun back into its holster. “I best sleep with my eyes open from now on.”
“You think I’m a pawn but you told me I’m a queen. A queen makes powerful moves, takes other pieces, wins the fucking game. You do not ever spank me without getting my consent, got it?”
I nod. “My queen.” I can’t resist kissing her.
As our lips meet, a surge of conflicting emotions rushes through me. The taste of her, like the sweetest nectar, lingers on my tongue. Her kiss is both tender and demanding, filled with a raw passion that sets my heart ablaze.
I feel a sense of guilt creeping into my conscience. My actions have caused her pain, and as much as I desire her, I know that I am capable of hurting her again.
The fear of repeating my mistakes gnaws at the corners of my mind, casting a shadow over the overwhelming infatuation I hold for her.
Breaking away from the kiss, I gaze into her eyes - those enchanting pools of mystery and strength. For a moment, time seems to stand still as we both catch our breaths.
The intensity between us is palpable, crackling in the air like electricity waiting to be unleashed. But beneath it all, there lies an unspoken truth - that we must tread carefully if we are to salvage what remains of our fragile connection.
“Perhaps,” I whisper softly, my voice laced with uncertainty, “it would be best if we don’t give in to our desires just yet. I want you to trust me completely before we take that step. I don’t want any lingering doubts or fears to cloud your judgment.”
Her face brightens, and she leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. “I believe you,” she murmurs.
I gently guide her over to the dining room table. As she leans against it, anticipation and desire shimmer in her eyes, mirroring the flames dancing in the fireplace nearby. The room is bathed in a soft, golden glow, casting a spell upon us both.
I trail my fingers along the curve of her spine, savoring the delicate arch of her body. The air is filled with anticipation as I lean down and lift her skirt to her hips.
I slide her panties down, pressing my lips to the spot where I spanked her. The heat of our connection burns like a flickering flame, building with each passing second.
“May I?” I ask. She looks back at me through eyes glazed with desire and nods, giving me permission to explore this hidden realm of pleasure and pain.
I bring my hand down firmly upon her exposed flesh, the sound echoing through the room like a primal symphony. Her body arches in response, her breath catching in her throat. “Yes,” she moans, “give me more.”
The pain and the pleasure intertwine, each stroke adding depth and intensity to the work of art that she has become.
Her moans become louder, more desperate. Finally, as her body trembles and her cries fill the room, I know that we have reached the pinnacle of our connection.
The scent of her skin fills my nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that intoxicates me. Her body quivers beneath my touch, her skin flushed and wet with desire. I feel the surge of power coursing through her veins, mingling with the waves of pleasure that radiate from her core.
Slowly, I slide one finger inside of her, feeling the heat of her envelop me as I penetrate her depths. With my other hand, I move wetness up to her ass, circling the tight little hole, drawing fresh moans from her throat.
