“I’m going to take your body, your mind, and your pleasure to their limits, and then push past them. Are you okay with me using everything on the bed on you?”
I sucked in a breath as his captivating eyes sparkled with desire and darkness.
“Si.”
“If you don’t like something or it gets too much, say your safe word and everything stops.Capisci?”
“Si, capisco.”
He stared into my eyes for a beat, checking that I truly meant it, then crouched down, brushed his fingers along the side of my jaw, and rolled my bottom lip down with his thumb. My heart had never raced so fast at the mere thought of the unknown, and I struggled to keep my breathing under control.
“Everything I do to you is going to feel very fucking good,Ribelle,” he husked, his eyes glued to my lips before flicking up to meet mine.
I felt high. Drunk on him already. This dominant, alpha side of him was so intoxicating.
“But you aren’t allowed to come. Not until I give you permission.”
My eyes widened. What the fuck?
“If you’re close, if you’re desperate, I want you to beg me. Beg me to let you come. And I might grant it. But if you come without my permission,” he exhaled with a small shake of his head. “We will start all over again. But you won’t do that, will you,bellissima?”
I slowly shook my head. He smiled. “Brava la mia ragazza.”
He leaned in and licked my parted lips so fucking lightly with the tip of his tongue, then moved back to a standing position. My entire body set alight.
“Take what you want,Ribelle.”
My gaze fell on his strained erection, directly in front of my face. I wetted my lips as I reached for his button and zip. His huge pierced dick pushed itself free, and my core clenched. I braced my hands on his hips and stared at the best-looking penis I’d ever seen. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about doing this again since he’d denied me.
“Look at me,” he commanded, forcing me to meet his gaze.
I leaned in and took a slow lick along the underside of his cock. His eyes darkened, and his lips parted as he watched me. After lying about how much I hated giving head, I showed him just how good I was at it.
I teased, licked, and kissed every inch until he was panting above me, his hands running through my hair tenderly, as if pulling the strands into a ponytail. He let me explore him and take my time.
When he didn’t expect it, I took him to the back of my throat until I hit my gag reflex. He hissed, and his grip tightened in my hair. I pulled back for a single breath, then took him even further, opening my throat until the tip of my nose brushed his pubic hair. Then I swallowed, my throat constricting around him, and watched his delicious V muscle flex. A string of curses tumbled from him as I held myself there, fighting my need for air.
I’d found his weakness. Me choking on his dick.
I released him and sat back with a wicked grin. He groaned, fisted my hair, and pushed me back down, wanting more. I gave him everything. He gripped both sides of my face and fucked my mouth, hard and fast, as I spluttered around him, loving every second. He pulled me off, panting heavily, a feral, crazed look in his eyes that made me giddy. I’d done that.
With his hand still in my hair, he tugged, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. He bent down so his face was only inches from mine.
“Did that make you wet, Wife?”
I bit my bottom lip and tried to nod despite his grip. My hair was pulled tighter, and I gasped, “Yes.”
“Show me.”
I parted my knees and ran my fingers through my pussy, fighting back a moan at how sensitive I was to the briefest touch. I lifted my glistening fingers in front of his face. Holding my gaze, he closed his mouth over them and sucked. My pussy pulsed with its own heartbeat. This man was going to ruin me. Completely.
He let go and stood up, pushing his erection back into his trousers but leaving them unzipped. He reached over to the bed and grabbed the bar with the handcuffs attached. I tracked his every move as he carried it to the corner of the room and hooked it to a small fixing I’d never noticed on the ceiling. The bar hung from the rope, and the leather handcuffs dangled from each end. He turned to me.
“Come here.”
My body moved before I could even process the command. It had already submitted to him, surrendering itself freely to do whatever he wanted.
“Lift your arms.”
