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I want to slap him. I want to fuck him.
“Lift your dress for me now.” His voice is sultry, demanding.
I drag the other side of my hem to my waist. My legs are now fully bared to him. He widens my stance, then grabs my other hand and directs it to hold the dress in my place.
I am holding up my dress as he bites his lip and admires my nakedness. His knuckles graze my inner thighs, slowly ascending until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He growls before cursing in Italian when he comes into contact with my soaked panties.
“Please, Alessandro…”
He toys with the hem of my panties, lifting it and letting it snap back. I can feel it in my bones.
“Fuck me.”
His knuckles rub a slow sensual circle on the wet spot formed on my panties, “I will, but you’ll have to beg.”
My eyes bug out. “What?” I say, barely recognizing my own voice.
His knuckles keep rubbing, back and forth. “Beg me,principessa.I brought you to a fancy dinner, but it looks like you were only interested in getting fucked. I tried so very hard to be a gentleman but you wouldn’t let me. So, now,” he drags my black lacy thong to the side leaving my pussy exposed, “Beg me.”
I swallow once, “No.”
He stills before letting out a chuckle, “Why are you so determined to be difficult, Rachel?”
I am not sure what answer he expects me to give, but he does not even give me time to process it before he plunges two fingers into me. My mind goes blank, my whole body shuddering.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says as he slides his fingers out and then pushes them back in. My knees begin to buckle. It is too much.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe.
Instead of holding me up, his hand returns to my throat holding me in place. His fingers cause the sweetest friction as he slowly drags the digits in and out of me.
Tears form in my eyes, my hands helpless as they hold up my dress for him. The room is filled with the obscene sound of his fingers fucking me.
I am so close. I can already feel the tingling sensation forming at the base of my spine.
He pulls his fingers all the way out before slamming them back in. I see stars beginning to form.
“See how your greedy little cunt holds onto me,” he says as he stretches his fingers apart.
I whimper.
“Look at you, so wet for me, Rachel. Does it feel good?”
I nod feeling the tears trickle.
“Let’s play a little game then. If you give me what I need, then maybe I will let you come.”
This fucking sadist. It is on the tip of my tongue to tell him to fuck off when his thumb brushes on my clit.
“Fuck! Anything Alessandro,” I whisper as my fingers curl around my clothes.
His fingers continue to slowly move in and out of me. I am not sure what to expect so when he asks what my favorite color is, I am half convinced it is a joke.
“Wha-at?” I choke out.
“Your favorite color?” he repeats.
His hand must be soaked by wetness. I am right about to fall off the cliff but he is not letting me.
