My skin flushed with heat.
My heart pounded in my chest.
The belt around my wrists seemed tighter now.
Then, his warm breath fanned my nipple through the bra’s lace.
Smiling, he gently placed his lip on my nipple’s tip and nibbled tenderly on the fabric-covered peak.
My whole body throbbed for him.
Each little tug caused this ecstasy-lathered pulse to radiate from the point of contact straight to my core.
Against all sanity, I moaned.
He gave one long swipe at the nipple and then pulled away.
I whimpered at the loss of contact but before I even had time to protest, he had moved on to the other breast.
Here he showed no mercy.
He descended upon the nipple with a hunger that made my pussy wet.
Groaning, he then gently tugged at the nipple with his teeth, pulling at it through the lace bra.
Struggling against the belt, I whimpered and arched my back further off the bed.
Gianni took a moment to glance up at my face, and those green eyes were no longer dark with rage.
They were now heavy with lust and power.
A sly grin spread across his face.
What did he see in my face?
Was it horny ? Because I surely felt it.
Did he revel in the fact that he had me utterly under his control?
“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” He began using both hands to play with each nipple, toying and tugging at them.
Pinching and flicking them.
I gritted my teeth doing my best to hold back my moans.
“Yeah. You love it.” His skilled hands danced over my breasts, provoking more teasing caresses and igniting sparks of sensual pleasure.
I was completely at his mercy, lost in the sensations he created with his hands alone.
And no longer could I stop the small whimpers from spilling between my lips.
While I was unwilling to give him what he wanted—an open admission of my enjoyment—my body was too far gone to deny it.
Every cell in me craved more of his touch, his warm mouth on my nipples, his hands on my skin.
I shivered. “Oh.”
“Mmmm.” Finally, he reached his hand up to free my breasts from the restraint of the red lace bra.
