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After I gathered my mind, I pulled Valerio’s head back by his hair. He was still going at it, trying to give me my third orgasm. I had every right to get it but not like this. I bend down to get close to this face. I was still a little breathless but managed to say, “I want you inside me.”
His eyes darkened. “Whatever my wife commands.”
I felt my pussy clench just because of his words.
“Stand up,” I said, which Valerio did at once. Then I reached into his neck. “Carry me to the bed.” I was definitely not giving him a show by walking on my wobbly legs. Also, why would I even bother when I had a big strong husband.
Valerio gathered me from under my thighs and carried me. All the while, his eyes didn’t leave mine, and our faces were so close that our breaths mingled. I could have stayed like that with him for a long time. Even if we didn’t have sex, his closeness gave me comfort. I promised myself that I was never going to open my heart to anyone because I made mistakes before, but deep down, I knew no one ever made me feel like Valerio did.
When he put me down on my feet, I stayed there for a few more seconds. I just took in his closeness. I filled my lungs with him. However, I couldn’t let this turn into love-making. Whenever I got too emotional, I also got close to telling him everything.
It was not the time for that.
“Get on the bed, Val,” I said with an authoritative voice. He was so much bigger than me, but I managed to look down at him. “I have an idea.”
Mischief filled his features. “How do you want me on the bed, baby? On my hands and knees?”
I gulped down at what he meant. We were pretty open with each other when it came to sex since we were not shy and had an honesty rule. I asked Valerio about his sexual encounters with men, and he told me he has been in both positions. I asked him if our sex life was lacking because I was not giving him that. He assured me that was definitely not the case, and he didn’t want anyone other than me. However, he also told me if I ever wanted, I could give him what I assumed he missed. We had toys, after all.
I was not repulsed by the idea at all, and I knew Valerio wanted it, but I was not exactly ready. It made me a little nervous. I never had anal sex, even though I had smaller things there. I was not knowledgeable enough, and I was worried I would do something wrong or hurt Valerio. That’s why I avoided it.
Today was not going to be no different.
“On your back,” I said, but my voice shook a bit, probably due to the worry I was feeling.
Valerio didn’t look disappointed, though. For a second, he broke character just to put a kiss on the tip of my nose. Then with a smile did what I asked of him. He always knew how to make me feel good.
When he was on his back, I slowly circled the bed, disregarding my own want just to make Valerio crazy. I was able to see the huge tent of his pants. My poor husband was so hard. I softly touched his thighs, making his breath hitch, and moved my hand up slowly. The thought of touching his cock was making me wet, but being dominant in bed was usually not about focusing on your own pleasure, even though most people thought differently. Gaining power over him was much more important than making me happy. So just before my hand came over his covered cock I pulled back, and Valerio groaned like he was in pain.
It was okay since I knew he enjoyed that kind of pain. I was just teasing him. At the next moment, I went to his bedside table and ordered him at the same time, “Strip.”
I actually would enjoy stripping him myself, but he was not the only one in pain. I felt the throbbing between my legs. I wanted him as soon as possible. Also, another important part of being dominant was knowing your sub's limits. I liked teasing him and denying his orgasm for a while, but there was a line between sexy pain and real pain. I didn’t want to hurt him for real.
Instead, I wanted to play with him. While Valerio almost shed his clothes off his body, I lingered, acting like I was looking for something in the drawer. I also occasionally looked at him, but that was not a good idea. Valerio Vasile looked good in almost everything and looked much better out of them.
He was all muscle, no fat. Despite being big, he was leaner than bulky. He looked athletic but also very strong. I would never tell him that, but his body was definitely an artwork.
No artwork ever made me this wet.
I looked up and down his naked body. I wanted to lick him all over, especially that huge cock, but it was not the time. I had something else planned. With that thought, I pulled out the item I was keeping in the drawer until Valerio got completely naked.
Metal clinked on metal, and Valerio’s eyes widened, as well as his grin. I shook the handcuffs with a determined look on my face. “I told you, you cannot use your hands.”
Valerio raised his hands to the metal headboard. “I am all yours, Luce.”
God, those words went directly into my head.
Also, between my legs.
I straddled him, his cock pressing to my inner thigh. I almost chuckled at how Valerio’s breathing got faster. Instead, I kept my mask and acted like I was completely unaware of how much this affected him. Of course, I also hid how much it affected me.
Slowly but sternly, I put both of his hands in handcuffs and cuffed the other side on the headboard. Thank god this headboard was fitting for this. When I realized that fact, I carried the handcuffs here from Valerio’s room. I felt like I might have more authority in this bed since it was mine, but deep down, I realized it wasn’t the truth at all. I felt more at ease in his bed. I felt more comfortable there.
After Valerio’s hands were secured to the headboard, I checked the tightness. I wanted them to be tight because I wanted marks. Valerio was crazy about leaving hickeys around my body, but he didn’t realize I was as crazy as him. I always scratched his skin, and this time, I wanted handcuffs to leave marks so that every time he saw them, he would remember how easily he gave me power over him.
When I was pleased with the tightness, my focus went back to him. He looked to be in pain, but I could see the excitement in his green eyes. I wrapped a hand around his throat, and a pleasured sound left him. This time I couldn’t help but smile. I moved my hips over him, rubbing myself all over his rock-hard cock. “Are you comfortable, my dear husband?”
“I would be more comfortable inside you,” he said. I felt his thighs tense under me, probably because he was trying to stay still. I liked that he tried to be good for me even though his face was twisted with want.
