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Dario
Iwas furious. On top of the day I'd had. On top of the ugly suspicions, I didn’t want to believe. On top of the ugly everything that was my life, I’d driven home to see my new husband, only to be insulted. What was this? Now that he had a ring on his finger, was I finally seeing his true colors?
He flattened himself against the ornate black frame of the king-size bed. At least he didn’t try to run. Maybe I could invest in some handcuffs. Not that I didn’t have an extensive collection in the armory, but nothing suitable for him. Although, if I showed him a bite of pain, maybe he’d realize how fucking lucky he was.
I yanked the last of my clothes off and stepped forward, wanting to scare him. I didn’t care if he was shaking in fucking fear. I didn’t care...
Then I really looked at him. Trembling, eyes focused, pupils blown, and every single drop of my blood went south. To my cock. He wasn’t terrified, he washorny.
I smirked. “Well, well.” His lips parted but he couldn’t take his eyes off my junk, and I moved to stand by the bed, reaching out and hooking his chin. “Close your mouth, princess, or I’ll decide you need it filled.”
“Princess,” he shrieked. “If you think for one second you’re coming anywhere near me, I’ll show you exactly what this princess can do." His eyes narrowed in fury, and, clearly rethinking his previous reaction, he dived off the bed. Nope, not going to happen. I caught him easily and slammed him back down, chuckling when I managed to trap both legs as he was trying to raise his knee. I caught his hands with one hand and pinned them above his head. I really should have thought about the handcuff option, even if calling him a princess was just to get this kind of reaction.
“Get off me, you bastard,” he cried, and I chuckled again, not giving an inch. He glared at me, fire flashing in his eyes, and I nearly groaned. I was hard as a rock. “It’s illegal in new Jersey,” he added desperately.
Both my eyebrows shot up. I couldn’t wait for him to elaborate.
“Rape,” he spat out.
“I’m pretty sure rape is illegal in every state,” I said idly and briefly letting go, tore the oversized tee shirt he wore right down the middle. He was too stunned to struggle but I quickly used the torn scraps to tie his wrists to the frame above his head.
“I meant raping spouses, you jerk,” he snapped, still full of fire despite being unable to move.
I smirked. “True, but there won’t be any rape happening here.”
I saw a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. I carried on, simply trailing my fingers down his neck until they reached his left nipple. Incidentally, it was as hard as my cock. When he realized I showed no signs of stopping, he started struggling again. I allowed him to for a minute, waiting for him to either tirehimself out or accept he had no control. He huffed and turned his head away from me as if he couldn’t cope seeing what my fingers were doing.
“There won’t be any rape because your body is begging for my touch.” I felt him shiver as my fingers circled each hard nipple.
“What’s the matter, husband?” he asked, trying to sound unaffected. “Terry washing his hair?”
I didn’t let either the shock or the glee show on my face. He wasjealous? That was what tonight was all about? Interesting.
“Get your filthy hands off me.”
I hummed and bent down, the tip of my tongue touching his nipple just before I sucked it into my mouth. His reaction was exquisite. He shuddered, a tiny whimper leaving his throat, and I knew, absolutely knew, I had him. He could call me every name under the sun, but he wanted this as much as I did. His cock was as hard as a rock. I lifted my head.
“I don’t think you want my hands anywhere other than on your body.” I suddenly cupped his balls and reached for his hole with my middle finger. He shook either in pleasure or fear and I retreated for the lube. I wouldn’t penetrate Alessandro, dry. Dominance was one thing. Cruelty was something else altogether. I delved deeper with my lubed finger and lifted my head to gauge his reaction just as he clamped his lips together so tightly, they leeched of color.
His hands were still tied but his fists were balled. I wanted to do many wicked things to him, all things he would enjoy, but I didn’t trust him enough yet to untie him, so I simply slid farther down, holding his legs open. Not that he seemed to be in any danger of kicking me once my tongue rediscovered the promised land. An orgasm or two should take care of all that temper. I took my time swallowing his cock, laving the slit, glorying in the immediate hardening even though my own cock was so hard it could drill for oil. Honestly? I was planning on finishing myselfoff in the shower. I wanted him wrapped around my finger at the moment, not other parts of my anatomy.
Later, I promised myself. I had questions and I needed him well-fucked and responsive. I just had to rein myself in. I’d lost myself last night and it couldn’t happen again. I forced all that out of my head while I drove Alessandro higher and higher.
A lesser man would pause right now and make him beg, but that wasn’t the game plan tonight. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun though. Two minutes later he cried out and flooded my mouth with his cum, and I lapped it all up like the good alley cat I was. I gazed up at him and wiped my sticky lips on his leg, then decided I wasn’t done down there and wanted seconds.
“Dario,” he gasped out, trying to squirm halfheartedly, but I ignored him and this time the gasp when my finger circled the puckered hole in his ass was so much like music to my ears, fucking angels had to be singing it. I wanted him at orgasm number two as soon as he could recover, so I released the ties from his wrists but flipped him over onto his belly and up on his knees before he knew what was happening, and I wasted no time.
His moans and cries were perfection. Once I settled down, I brought my other hand under him to play with his quickly recovering cock.
He might have murmured something about how he couldn’t. But I also knew that wasn’t a refusal, simply doubting my ability to push him over into a second orgasm.
I took that as a challenge.
When he came down from that, I scooped him up and he lay limp in my arms. I firmly ignored my throbbing dick and mentally promised five minutes in the shower when I was done talking to him.
Seduction – check.
