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“Don’t you dare fucking come. I’m the only one to make you come, do you understand?” Lorenzo appeared as captivated by my every movement as I was by his. I ran the same finger across my slick folds, my arousal coating it immediately. The ache to cum crept in agonisingly as I moved back to tease my clit. Lorenzo placed the blade of his knife against his lips.
“Lorenzo, please,” I whimpered, my teeth gnawing my bottom lip.
“No. Tonight and every night, I’ll be the one to make you come, not you.” He pushed himself from the vanity and strode the few steps it took to reach me. My fingers stopped fondling with myself as he stood before me. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, but—” I fumbled. “I can’t, I’m so close, I need to—” I could feel the pleasure surging through my body, and I didn’t know how long I could keep this up. My folds were slick and warm as the bed sheets beneath me soaked up my arousal.
I lifted my free hand up to my breast as I teased my nipples between my thumb and finger. I wasn’t sure what came over me. I was embarrassed before, but now, I wanted to scream at this man to fuck me. As my fingers played and tormented my swollen clit, Lorenzo quickly and smoothly ran his finger along my apex. He barely touched me, but with the way I felt right now, I could have combusted that second. I watched him intently as he brought his finger to his lips.
He's not going to…
Surely not…
Fuck.
Lorenzo made quick work in cleaning every last drop of my arousal from his finger. He pressed my body back against the sheets, so I now stared up at the ceiling. My mind went into full overdrive as he ran his fingers over my nipples. I instantly felt the rest of my skin pebble beneath his touch. He then removed his belt from his pants in one swift movement. My heart stopped for a second. The panic kicked in at what he planned to do with the expensive piece of leather.
“Give me your hands.”Fuck…
I immediately surrendered myhands to him as he skilfully bound mywrists together. Blood thundered in my ears as my skin burned wherever he touched, as if he was branding me with each torturous touch. He pushed my bound wrists to the bed as a sly smile spread across his lips.
“Good girl, now don't fucking move them till I say so.” The leather bit into my skin, but I was too far gone to care.I was a sucker for the pain and the pleasure.“I could get used to seeing you bound for my pleasure while your pussy soaks my sheets.”
His hand reached back into his pocket to show off the glimmering blade of his knife once again. I couldn’t hide my nerves and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“Relax, just trust me.” Since we’d met, this was the first time he’d ever asked me to trust him. He’d never given me any reason to before. “Lie still and trust me.”
The only movement was the rapid rising and falling of my chest as I laid as still as I could. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing, as the coolness of the blade slid gently across my breasts, teasing my nipples. His blade glided gently down my stomach with a feather-light touch, without leaving amark. I didn’t dare open my eyes once Lorenzo trailed the blade over my sensitive clit. The tip of the blade teased, scraped, and pleasured my slick folds. This was new, unexpected, and something only I would let Lorenzo do. Something changed tonight with the pair of us. Lorenzo had wanted me since the moment we met despite his attitude and actions previously. My thoughts were interrupted as my eyes flew open the moment I felt the leather handle enter me, I instantly clenched around it. The pleasure was too much as the euphoria had taken over my body and my soft moans echoed in the room.
“Does my fiancée want to come this way?” he teased as he brought his lips down to my skin, his tongue expertly working my clit as he entered the handle deeper.
“Yes,” I cried into the darkness as my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip.
“That’s not good enough, try again.” The warmth of his breath against my sensitive clit was enough to send me over the edge before his mouth devoured me once more.
“Please, Lorenzo, please!” I felt him smile against my pussy as he twisted the handle. My body trembled, my legs shook, and my mind switched off to everything other than us.
I arched my back into his palm, that was twisting and teasing my nipple, the sharp ache took over me as my bound hands fisted the sheets before I let myself go. The blood thundered in my ears as Lorenzo tightened his hold on my breasts, the throbbing of my clit was the most intense sensation I’d ever felt. The orgasm surged through me thick and heavy as if my body was on fire, the heat of his touch slowly becoming too much as his name escaped me without a second thought. I felt the tears roll down my temple, and for the first time since I’d met Lorenzo, they were anything but tears of sadness and pain. I’d had orgasms before, ones I had given myself, but none like this. This was earth-shattering, bone-melting heaven.
Lorenzo removed the knife from my pussy. He towered over me as he held the weapon underneath the dim lighting above the bed.
“Open that pretty little mouth for me, love.” My mouth dropped open. “Good girl.”
He brought the leather handle, now coated in my arousal, to my waiting mouth.
“Suck.” His voice was dominant once more as he ordered me to clean my arousal from his procession.
I had never tasted myself before, I never had to urge to but from how hard Lorenzo was, I could tell he was getting off on it. I wrapped my mouth around the hilt as I tasted myself. I removed my mouth with a quiet popping sound, and Lorenzo’s eyes darkened once again as he threw the knife to the ground. His lips devoured mine instantly.
“You taste fucking sensational,” he moaned into my mouth. His hand clutched my throat as he deepened our kiss. My breathing was ragged as if he was sucking every last breath I had to give. “Bend over, Anastacia,” he commanded as he flipped me over with ease. I was on all fours, my hands still bound before me.
His hand collided with my ass as I cried out, the spank stinging my skin.
“What the fuck?!” I screamed as another spank stung my skin.
“Watch your mouth unless you want me to gag you.” The gasp was apparent as it left my lips whilst his slow torturous kisses trailed down my spine until he reached my marked cheek.
His teeth grazed my welted mark. The pain radiated through my body, but I kept my words to a minimum because I was sure I could curse a whole damn dictionary at this rate with the words my brain was making up on the spot. Wherever he nipped, he licked to soothe the pain, wherever he spanked, he kissed to calm the sting. Tonight, I was his, and he was making sure I knew it. I had no idea what my skin looked like, and I didn’t even care.
