Page 181 of Lorenzo

"Lorenzo," she gasps, her voice ragged.

I love the way she says my name.

I love the way she responds to my touch.

I love the way she surrenders to me.

I watch her face as I continue my assault on her pussy, thrusting my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her clit. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.

Just as she's about to come, I pull my fingers out of her.

She gasps, her eyes flying open.

"Since you like to come without permission," I say, "and then mouth off about it, I think you've earned yourself a lesson in patience."

"What the hell does that mean?" She glares at me, but the need in her eyes is obvious. So is the wetness coating her thighs.

"It means, my sweet Donatella," I say as I lean back in the chair, "get on your knees."

She narrows her eyes in defiance.

Where the other night, she was more than willing to suck my cock on her own terms, she is clearly less willing to do so when ordered.

I hold her gaze, my expression unreadable.

Then, I begin to slowly unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow the movement, her breath catching in her throat.

I let the shirt fall open, revealing my chest and stomach.

Her gaze darkens.

I continue to watch her as I unbuckle my trousers and lower the zipper of my trousers even more, revealing the full length of my cock.

Her breathing grows ragged.

I begin to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving hers.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

The defiance in her eyes wavers. A new kind of heat replaces it.

I could make this easy for her. I could turn this into a request or a mutual seduction.

But I don't want to make it easy for her. I want her to choose this. To choose me. To surrender to me not because she is weak, but because she is strong enough to yield.

"Get on your knees," I command.

Her eyes widen, a flicker of panic in them. She looks at my cock, then back at my face. The war in her eyes is a sight to behold.

I wait. I hold my breath. I hope.

Then, slowly, she sinks to her knees in front of me.

Triumph and happiness, sharp and potent, surge through me.

I lean forward and take her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me.

I brush her lips with mine, a feather-light touch, a reward.