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“Hmmm…” I mused, easing off after she peaked. “I wonder if I could train you to come on command for me. If I press down right here…” She writhed in my grip, but I held her trapped for my cruel game. “Come.”
Her inner walls squeezed my fingers, and she jerked beneath my hands.
“I told you I would make you count them,” I reminded her, my voice coming out slow and deep. I was becoming intoxicated by her surrender, by my absolute control over my sweet Sofia. “How many orgasms was that?”
“Two,” she squeaked, her muscles spasming weakly.
“That’s not nearly enough, is it?” I teased, loving toying with her. “Should I make you work for the next one?”
“Mateo.” My name was caught somewhere between an adorable protest and a plea.
“As much as I like it when you whimper my name, that’s not an answer, dulzura. It’s a yes or no question.”
She licked her lips, her brow furrowed with confusion. Her skin was flushed with pleasure, but her mind was still struggling to comprehend the full power I held over her body.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
I brushed a tender kiss over her cheek. “Then I’ll decide for you, sweet girl.”
I forced her to orgasm, ruthlessly stimulating the pleasure points she’d surrendered to me. I brought her body to climax three times in rapid succession, leaving her shaking and gasping in my arms.
“You’re supposed to count them,” I reminded her, stoking my fingers through her slick, swollen folds as she shuddered in my arms. “Otherwise, how will we know if there’s such a thing as too many orgasms? How many are we up to now?”
“I…” she panted. “I don’t know.”
“Poor florecita,” I cooed, nuzzling her neck. “You didn’t realize what you were getting into, did you?”
“No,” she whined, trembling against me.
I nipped at her shoulder. “Do you want to beg for mercy?”
“Yes,” she implored on a broken whisper. “Please.”
My teeth grazed over her artery on a wicked grin. “That’s too bad. I’m not feeling merciful.”
I withdrew my hand from her abused pussy, only so I could grab her hips and flip her onto her front, pressing her down so that she was bent over the piano.
I kept her pinned with my hand on the small of her back, and I petted her puffy folds, playing in the wetness her orgasms had left behind.
The crack of my hand slapping her pert ass resounded through the room, mingling with her shriek.
“Stay.” I delivered two more stinging slaps to reinforce my command.
While I stripped off my own clothes, my good girl waited exactly where I’d left her, quivering and wet for me.
I quickly retrieved a condom from my jeans pocket and sheathed my cock.
I roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, driving deep in a single thrust. Her inner walls squeezed me hard enough to make me see stars, and a feral sound rumbled from my chest. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her harshly, letting her feel how helpless she was.
“You’re going to come for me again, belleza,” I told her, a dark promise.
A soft sob jolted through her body, but her greedy pussy contracted around my dick. My sweet girl liked this cruel game every bit as much as I did.
I gathered up more of her slick arousal, coating my fingers in the wetness between her legs. I brushed my thumb over her clit, drawing another sob from her chest as I stimulated the hyper-sensitized little bud. At the same time, I pressed my desire-slicked finger against her asshole.
She tried to clench to keep me out, but her body was already too exhausted to fight. It only took a few seconds of stroking her tight ring of muscles for her to ease open and allow me to penetrate her.
She squirmed as I filled her up, impaling both of her tight little holes for my pleasure.
“Such a good girl,” I praised when she accepted me fully, her willowy frame trembling and pliant.
Her broken whine and the helpless way her inner walls fluttered around me drew a satisfied rumble from my chest.
I started to fuck her at the pace I desired, taking my time to enjoy her body. I ruthlessly stimulated her clit and played with her ass, keeping her on edge as my own pleasure crested.
“Are you ready to come for me?” I asked roughly, driving hard and deep.
“Yes,” she cried. “Please, Mateo…”
“Come,” I commanded, rubbing her over-stimulated clit.
Her pussy squeezed my dick, and I threw back my head to release a roar of savage satisfaction, reveling in the perfection of the woman I loved.Chapter 23SofiaTwo Weeks Later“I can’t believe you posted on my Instagram about this,” I half-groaned, torn between overwhelming gratitude and pre-performance jitters.
Mateo grinned, unrepentant. “You shouldn’t have given me your phone passcode if you didn’t want me to log onto your app and make a post about your first gig. Your legion of adoring fans is waiting to hear you sing.”
