Page 39 of His to Wed

It’s clear he won’t be denied. As he releases his grip on my chin, I stumble backward. Taking a deep breath, I right myself. My gaze never strays from Alessandro’s face as I untie the fastening of my wrap dress. My husband is bristling with a strange, almost hostile energy. He’s like a wild animal, ready to pounce. I don’twant to give him a reason to attack, so I do as he asked, opening my dress and shrugging it off my shoulders. I pull my arms out of the sleeves and let the dress slide to the floor.

“And the rest.” Alessandro gives me no time to comply before issuing the instruction. “But leave the shoes on.”

With a four-inch heel, the shoes push me up onto my toes, accentuating the curve of my calf. They’re higher than I’m used to. Walking in them is a chore but I do feel sexy in them. Reaching behind me, I undo the clasp of my black lace bra and remove it, tossing it onto the leather armchair by the window. Then I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and draw them down over my hips. I shimmy the black lace underwear down my legs and then step out of it.

Every move I make is slow, deliberate, but I’m not trying to seduce him. I’m playing for time, trying to steel my nerves for whatever’s about to happen. Alessandro’s expression reveals nothing of his intentions. I have no idea if he wants to cuddle or throttle me. Determined to do nothing to anger him, I resist the urge to cover myself. I let my arms hang by my sides as his keen blue eyes rake over me. I feel like he can see right into my soul.

“Stay right there.”

Alessandro turns and goes to the closet. I hear the opening and closing of a drawer and wonder what on earth he’s doing. When he comes back into the room, my heart stutters. He’s holding a ruby red tie. It’s clear what he intends to use it for. Do I want him to bind me? Is there really any choice?

He twirls a finger in the air, telling me what he wants me to do. I spin around to offer him my back. Wrenching my arms behind me, he’s rougher than he needs to be as he wraps the silk tiearound my wrists. I offer no resistance as he binds me and turns me around to face him. Already knowing I won’t be able to break free, I tug at my bonds. The fabric tightens, digging into my skin. I am not getting loose until Alessandro unties me.

“Kneel,” he says sternly.

With my hands bound behind my back, it isn’t easy to do what he asked, but I sink to the floor without losing my balance and landing flat on my face. Trepidation builds as I look up at Alessandro. He unbuckles his belt and slides it through the loops of his trousers. For such a simple action, it’s loaded with menace. Alessandro tosses the belt onto the bed. I get the sense he’s saving it for later.

As he unbuttons his pants, my tongue darts out to lick my lips, an involuntary response that reveals my heightening desire. Though I’m wary of what Alessandro will do, I can’t help being turned on. His dominance speaks to some need deep inside me I never knew existed.

He kicks off his shoes and peels his socks off one at a time. Then he takes his shirt off. It’s hard not to drool at his magnificent torso. There’s only the barest smattering of hair on his chest. I battle the insane urge to lick him.

Finally, he unfastens his pants and shoves them down, along with his boxer briefs. He steps out of his clothing and straightens. I’m mesmerized by the rock-hard shaft jutting out from his body. Powerfully erect, it holds the promise of pleasure and the threat of pain.

“Open your mouth,” Alessandro orders as he fists his rigid cock.

A frisson of fear draws goosebumps to the surface of my skin. When I sucked him before, I had a degree of control. Alessandrolet me get used to the feel of him in my mouth before he took over. This is going to be different. I’m at his mercy and that scares me.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Emilia,” he warns when I don’t do as he asked.

As much as I don’t want to obey, I’m smart enough to realize that pissing him off will only result in punishment, so I part my lips. Alessandro moves closer. He thrusts inside as his hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me still. Tears fill my eyes as the bulbous head of his cock plunges so deep it chokes me. I pull air in through my nose, but it’s not enough.

Alessandro digs his fingers into my scalp, almost painfully, as I struggle to breathe. Sounds of panic fill the air as I fight fruitlessly against Alessandro’s inescapable grip.

“Settle down or I’ll shove a plug up your ass and then make you suck me again.”

Even with that threat, it takes an enormous effort, but I do as he says, resigning myself to the fact this is happening. Just as I fear I’m going to pass out, Alessandro withdraws just enough so I can breathe. With tears running down my cheeks, I gasp for air. My reprieve is only temporary. Alessandro drives his hips forward again until his cock hits the back of my throat.

I try to suck, to give him what I think he wants, but I can’t focus. Alessandro fucks my mouth with such ruthless intent, I begin to think he hates me. Gagging and crying, I clench my bound fists.

“That’s it. Take me,” Alessandro grinds out. “Take every inch of me.”

His hips jerk and his cock swells inside my mouth as he comes with a furious growl, coating my tongue with his seed.

“Swallow every last drop,” he says as he pulls out.

I obey, largely because I don’t know what else to do. I can hardly spit his cum onto the carpet. When I’ve gulped it down, wincing because my throat is tender, I bend forward and try to establish a regular breathing pattern again. Alessandro reaches down and takes a firm grip of my arm, pulling me to my feet. He briskly swipes a strand of hair back from my face as if it offended him.

“Climb onto the side of the bed. I want your head down and your ass raised.”

The bed is fairly high, so it takes some effort for me to get one knee and then the other onto the mattress. My attempt to lower myself gracefully is hindered by my hands being bound behind me. I get halfway down and then pitch forward, face planting on the mattress. Alessandro makes a tsking sound that I take to be a sign of disapproval at my lack of elegance. I’m irritated by his displeasure but grateful he doesn’t make me get up and try to get into position again.

To avoid suffocating myself in the silky soft bedcovers, I turn my head to the side, in time to see Alessandro picking up the belt he discarded earlier.

“By the time I’m finished here tonight, you’ll understand who’s in control.”

There’s little point in telling him I’m already well aware that he’s the one in charge. He’s going to punish me one way or the other. Knowing what’s coming doesn’t help me prepare. To avoid tensing up, I search inside myself for a place of serenity, an escape. I think calming thoughts, but it doesn’t work. There’snowhere to hide from this. An ominous swoosh in the air heralds the first harsh smack of leather across my backside. I hiss as tiny pinpricks of pain ripple over my skin.Fuck!He’s only delivered one stroke and I doubt he’ll be satisfied with that.

Alessandro lashes my ass with one stinging blow after another. Tears stream from my eyes, wetting the sheets beneath me. The pain is intense, but what upsets me the most is the vulnerability of having my hands tied. While I’m lying here like this, Alessandro can do whatever he wants to me, and I have no way to fight back.

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