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He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I feel him close by before the shock of his fingers pushing into my vagina has me tensing for a moment before relaxing to let him in. He pushes them in and out and then his hot mouth is on my breast, the thin silk of my bra no barrier to his tongue.
As suddenly as he began to suckle me, he’s gone. I’m left panting and wanting and then burning as the wax makes a reappearance, this time on my nipples. I throw back my head and let out a sound that’s trying not to be a cry.
“Color?” he asks.
“G-green, s-sir.”
He begins to untie my ankles from the chair and then lifts them up. “Hold them.” He orders and I strain my wrists that are tied to the arms of the chair, to hold onto my thighs. He ties my hands to my thighs with the rope.
He runs his hands up and down my straining thighs – up and down, up and down before squeezing between the seat to cup my ass. The wet sensation of his tongue on my thighs shocks a jerk out of me and then he’s licking my clit, sucking at it, playing with it while his hands massage my ass, his fingers digging into the slit, opening me wider. I don’t know how I’m not screaming. I’m beginning to feel like maybe Romano should have gagged my mouth.
He keeps working me, coaxing my clit into painful, swollen arousal before he pulls back, not touching me anywhere again, leaving me exposed to the elements. Any minute now, I’m going to start begging and crying.
He reaches up and kisses my mouth and I can taste my juices on his lips. He stands up and moves away and I can’t help trying to squirm.
Clothes are rustling, the click of a belt buckle, the thud of shoes kicked off feet. I want to beg him to hurry up even though I know that will just make him go slower.
Suddenly he’s right there, between my legs, skin to skin, his dick pushing its way inside of me. I can’t help the long-drawn-out groan that escapes my mouth. This is too perfect.
Soon, he’s sitting balls deep inside of me, his hands on my thighs, massaging them even as he fucks into me. I give up trying to have any control of any part of me, just as I did two years ago, to Romano. I am his, I belong to him only. Heart, body, and soul. I give myself over to his care and he does not disappoint.
I can feel myself getting tired, but I don't want to ask him to stop. As if he's psychic however, his movements slow to a stop anyway. He reaches for my hands, untying them from my thighs allowing my thighs to fall to the ground with the thud.
To my surprise he unties the other ropes as well, before picking me up and laying me down on the bed. I grab his neck desperately feeling him move away from me. “Please… Sir.”
“What do you want?” He whispers.
“Fuck me.”
Slowly he removes my hand from his neck, “You don't tell me what to do, Juliet.”
“I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me.”
He takes my hands pulling them above my head, and the next thing I know he's tying them to the headboard. I daren’t insist lest he decide not to satisfy me at all.
Delayed gratification is not all it’s cracked up to be.
I finally feel him take hold of my thighs pulling them up and apart. His cock fills me, and I let out a long, satisfied groan as he thrusts into me.
He keeps hitting the spot with each thrust, and I can't stop making punched out sounds in reaction. He doesn't seem to mind though. He thrusts deep into me grinding his hips, before withdrawing for the next thrust. I feel like I'm on the razor's edge of orgasm, but I cannot make myself go over.
“Romano… please, sir.”
He looms over me, hot breath ghosting against my ear. “What do you want?” He whispers to me.
“I want to come, sir” I moan pathetically.
“Do it.” He nips at my ear, and my hips arch off the mattress, as my body shakes and shivers, legs trembling as orgasm overtakes me. My lashes flutter like I'm having a seizure, as the pleasure washes through me in waves, to finally spread out of me in sticky sweet juices.
He makes a hurt sound, right next to my ear, before I feel him release, cold liquid splashing against my walls which are doing their best to milk him dry, contracting and relaxing in exaggerated intensity as my body revels in the sensuality of coming.
Romano takes hold of my blindfold and flings it to the side before he groans long and hard, collapsing on top of me. Swinging to the side, he lands on the pillow beside me, panting as he looks at the ceiling, his chest gleaming with sweat. Suddenly he reaches up and undoes the binds on my hands. Then he flicks me over and spanks me twice on my bottom.
“You know what that was for,” he says.
EPILOGUE
“Romano got us tickets for Adele.Adele,mamma!”
