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Enzo’s back arched as he stretched his arms over the pillows above him.
Fiore sat back to drink in the view. Here in the villa, Enzo was master of all they surveyed.
And Fiore was master of Enzo.
A wrist-flick brought the crop’s tongue to Enzo’s mouth. Fiore traced the scar across his lips and trailed it further down, over the jewel in his throat pulsing with every hard swallow, down the breastbone of his heaving ribcage, following the trail of dark hair over his navel, tracing his cock-stand from root to tip, and coming down again, over the throbbing vein on its underside to the glistening petals of his cunt. He gently bore down, and Enzo’s hips jerked in desperation to meet the crop’s caress.
Emboldened, Fiore asked, “Do you want it inside you?”
Enzo’s breath hitched. He nodded fervently.
Fiore grinned. He drew back the crop, twirled it, and brought the handle to bear against Enzo’s cunt.
A shuddering gasp escaped Enzo’s throat as the crop’s handle slipped between his glistening petals. Fiore allowed him a moment to adjust to the sensation. Then, slowly, relentlessly, like the ceaseless roll of waves lapping the lagoon, he drew it out to the very tip and slid it back inside.
Fiore could but imagine how the braided leather felt against the rippling sheath of Enzo’s cunt. From the needful moans escaping Enzo’s throat and the way his hips rolled to meet every gesture of Fiore’s wrist, he seemed to enjoy it well enough.
So Fiore bent his head to take his cock into his mouth.
Enzo gave a strangled cry as Fiore swallowed him down. Fiore had missed this; the taste of him, the way his cock pulsed against his tongue, how the smallest gesture on his part rippled through Enzo’s whole frame and left him begging for more. All the while the crop fed his hungry cunt. Fiore knew the signs better than most. Enzo was close now—so close—another moment longer, and—
Fiore let his cock slip from his lips and withdrew the crop from his cunt.
Enzo’s head fell back with a groan. His hips thrust against the air, desperately chasing the lost sensation.
Fiore sat back, propped up on one arm, and waited until Enzo had opened his eyes and met his gaze. Then he drew the crop-handle across his tongue—much to Enzo’s wonder, judging by his wide eyes and his mouth agape. Fiore couldn’t decide which tasted better; Enzo’s cock or his cunt. Fortunate, then, he supposed, that he didn’t have to choose.
“You want more, don’t you?” Fiore purred.
Enzo found his voice. “Yes—please—”
Fiore twirled the crop in his fingertips. “Please what?”
“Please—fuck me—”
Words Fiore never wearied of hearing.
Fiore swept over Enzo, seizing his bound wrists in one hand—his right hand. Some men might shy from its mangled touch. Enzo leaned into its caress. His left hand, meanwhile, brought the crop to Enzo’s mouth.
“Bite down,” Fiore commanded.
An ecstatic and wondrous gleam shot through Enzo’s dark gaze. His lips parted. Fiore slipped the crop between them lengthwise like a horse’s bridle.
And Enzo, ever obedient, bit down.
The sight alone sent a pulse of pleasure through Fiore’s cock. He wasted not another moment in slipping it into Enzo’s cunt. The familiar sheath welcomed him into its wet, hot, tight embrace—all the way to his hilt. There he shuddered to a halt, biting his lip to master himself. Enzo wasn’t the only one desperate for this. He wrapped his left hand around Enzo’s cock. It pulsed in his palm, his cunt rippling in the same instant. Fiore rolled into him, and his cunt clenched him in turn. Enzo’s thighs trembled around his waist.
Fiore drew himself out ‘til just the tip remained. Then he slammed the full length into Enzo’s ravenous cunt. Enzo arched his back beneath him, ecstatic gasps and broken moans escaping around the crop clenched in his teeth, every stroke of Fiore’s cock paired with a stroke around Enzo’s own, until at last, Enzo shuddered in his grasp and spilled liquid pearls over his knuckles, whilst the same tide rippled through his cunt.
Fiore rode out Enzo’s spend. Then he stilled and took hold of the crop. “Release.”
Enzo unclenched his jaw.
Tenderly, Fiore withdrew the crop from his mouth. He replaced it with all the kisses he’d so dearly wished to bestow on Enzo since he’d first bit down.
“Please,” Enzo begged against his lips when he broke off for breath.
Fiore bit back a smile. “Please what?”
