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Without warning, he pushes his fingers into my mouth, opening it wide before letting his saliva drip from his tongue into my throat. I swallow it down, and he grins wickedly. "See? You're already submitting to me. This is going to be so sweet."
But I won't give in that easily. I gather the spit in my mouth and launch it right back at him. "Nice try, but it's not going to be that easy."
Wiping the saliva from his face, he chuckles darkly. "I don't mind playing this game all night. I'll happily fuck you until you're raw and begging for mercy."
"Never gonna happen," I challenge, heart pounding in my chest.
"We'll see," he replies, releasing my hair. He twists me around, exposing my satin nightslip. In one swift motion, he flips it up, revealing the lace thong I'm wearing underneath. With a sharp tug, he rips the fabric apart, letting it fall to my ankles.
"Let's hear you beg for mercy," he taunts before delivering a hard slap to my ass. His hand connects with my skin in alternating hard and soft smacks.
I bite my lip, trying not to let him see how much I'm enjoying it. "If this is the best you've got, you're going to lose this battle."
He leans close, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm just getting started."
Giovanni turns me around again, and with a swift motion, yanks my nightslip over my head. I lift my arms compliantly, and now I'm exposed to him in all my vulnerability. He grins wickedly before twisting my nipples hard, playing with them like they're his personal toys.
"Ah!" I call out in surprise, my body jolting from the sensation.
He smiles at my reaction. "Do you want mercy?" he asks, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
"No way," I reply defiantly. "I wish you went even harder."
And he does. The pleasure intensifies, pooling low between my thighs. He can see how aroused I'm getting and it seems to fuel him further. "That's the way I like you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Wet and panting for me. I intend to put you on all fours so I can watch your cum drip down your thighs for me."
I shake my head, feigning indifference. "I'm not even close to turned on."
"You're a filthy liar," he accuses playfully, "but I'm happy to punish you for it."
Desperate for friction, I begin to rub my thighs together. But he notices and quickly presses his palms into my thighs, forcing me to stop. "I want you tortured," he says, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "I'm not going to touch your sweet pussy until you're absolutely begging for it."
He hovers over me, pinning me down to the floor. I try to squirm out of his grasp, but he's too strong. His grip is relentless as he starts trailing spit all down my body.
"I intend to mark you as my own so that no other man would ever want to get close to you." My heart pounds faster with each flick of his tongue, leaving trails of wetness on my skin.
The sensation makes me shiver with arousal, but I can't admit it to him. He notices anyway, commenting on how hard my nipples are. He squeezes them again, and I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body.
"You're such a perfect princess for me," he says, grinning wickedly. "Do you want a release yet?"
"No, I'm not even close," I lie, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
"Alright, you want to play that game? So be it." I instantly regret my decision because I desperately need a release. My hand moves towards my clit, trying to bring myself some relief. He watches me for a few seconds, allowing me to tease myself before he slaps my hand away, his eyes daring me to defy him further.
I know I've pushed him too far, but there's no turning back now.
He grips my chin harshly, forcing me to meet his eyes. "I thought you weren't turned on at all," he says with a mocking smirk. Desperate for contact, I move my thighs so that I'm straddling his leg and begin to rub myself against it in search of some relief.
Giovanni watches me, his eyes darkening with desire, and tells me, "Obviously, you're desperate for my touch. Maybe, just maybe, I'll give it to you if you call off this stupid engagement."
My heart races as the words leave his lips, but I can't bring myself to agree. "I can't," I whisper, and he spits in my mouth.
"Wrong answer," he tells me. "I guess I'll just have to show you what you'll be missing by marrying someone else."
He shoves his thick fingers into my mouth. "Get them nice and and wet for me. Lick them like you want to lick my cock."
I comply, coating them in saliva before he takes them out and shoves them into my pussy. His movements are intense, almost brutal, and he watches me intently as I struggle to hold back my moans.
"I love seeing your tits bounce for me," he says. "I can feel how much you want this, so turned on and wet. Fuck, I wish I could record you right now."
