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I want to retort but his hand brushes over my nipple and I stiffen. I can feel wetness form at the apex of my thighs.
“I just showered.”
Alessandro leans in and takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks long and hard. He lets it go before doing the same for the other nipple. “You can shower again.”
He drags his hands and lips over my stomach, swirling in my belly button before going lower. His knees drop to the floor and he tugs me to the edge of my bed. I am helpless to his attention.
He drags my feet apart. “Hold these open for me,tesoro.”
I oblige dragging my legs further apart. He groans in appreciation.
“So fucking beautiful. You remember your safe word?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
My whole body trembles with anticipation as he drags his fingers higher. When he reaches my sensitive and wet bundle of nerves, he uses the back of his hand to slap my pussy. I whimper and instinctively close my legs.
“Open your legs, Rachel.”
I close my eyes as I drag my feet apart again.
His thumb slides up and down my slit, making me wetter. “Look at you, dripping all over my hand. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Alessandro…”
“That will be sir to you.”
I roll my eyes. He notices that because he backhands my pussy once again. It is painful and somehow, it also feels good.
“You are going to be so fucking fun to train,” he says as he returns his thumb to my entrance. I watch him through hooded eyes as he rubs gently on my clit. I clench at nothing feeling pressure form in my core. I want him to fill me up.
I need it.
I start moving my hips hoping he gets the hint but he just smirks and continues rubbing at my clit.
“Alessandro, please,” I choke out.
He backhands my pussy once again and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fucking hell,bambina.”
Then before I can recover, he slams two fingers into me and I scream. He does not move, just lets me get used to his sudden intrusion. I adjust to him quite fast, letting go off my legs to grab at my comforter.
He tsks. “You are not very good with orders, are you?”
He pulls out his fingers before slamming them back in. Bursts of color fill my vision.
He repeats the motion curving the fingers and rubbing at my aching spot. I cry out. His other hand comes up to push my legs apart and that is when I realize I had instinctively closed them once again.
“This is not working,” he says, but he has a mischievous look on his face as he says that.
He pulls out of me and puts the fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.
“On your kneesbambina.”
He does not have to say it twice. I am so eager for an orgasm that I am scrambling and turning over before his words are out of his mouth. He is behind me, watching.
