Chapter 10 Sophia
Sophia
The depth of desire in Massimo’s eyes turns my insides to jelly, making my knees so weak I can hardly believe it’s real.
The dark-haired devil scoops me into his arms and kisses me long and hard, taking my breath away with every velvet caress of his tongue.
“Ask me to undress you, Sophia,” he growls, only placing me down once we’ve reached the large gold cross with our last name etched into the base right below his family crest.
He holds my hand, looking into my eyes. This intense man is far more than I can deny, not that I even want to try.
I’m not the innocent maiden in this little tryst. I want what he wishes to dole out with every fiber of my being, yet the thought of being tied to that cross in the lower level where no one can hear me scream should have me running for the hills, but it doesn’t at all.
I swallow through my arousal, anticipation, and even angst. “Undress me, Massimo?”
He does not keep me waiting, but still goes so incredibly slow, peeling my coat, caressing my skin, and then the thin layer of my lace to expose my breasts, suckling them and teasing unmercifully before peeling the remainder from my skin. “Step,” he instructs as the undergarment reaches the floor.
Massimo folds the frilly lingerie neatly and lays it over a small table and takes my hand. “The heels stay,” he says, glancing down at them, helping me step onto the raised platform of the base otherwise completely in the nude.
Standing by the enormous cross, a million things run through my mind.
All the questions, but not one leaves my lips.
Just this mind-numbing arousal and desire to have him take me in the dirtiest of ways.
I have the express feeling I’m about to find out just how dirty things can get when you try to seduce a Roselli.
His dark eyes pin me with the depth that’s captivated me from the very moment I saw him.
He takes one hand, stroking my palm just the way he did in the back of his car, calming me without even saying word.
“Trust me, kitten.” Massimo lifts my arms above my head, and slips the soft cuff attached to the cross around first one wrist and then the other, kissing my lips and my neck, and then each tip of my breasts as he makes his way south, caressing every inch of my belly as he makes his way to my center.
What we both want, but he simply blows onto my heated flesh instead of giving me what every nerving ending south is craving.
His hands slide down the length of my thighs and curves of my calves, positioning first one foot and then the other, securing each of my ankles with the soft cuffs securely to the cross. Massimo stands, heating every inch of my skin like fire as he looks at his handiwork.
He takes a step back, the muscles beneath his dark suit rippling as he slides the loosened tie from his collar and then removes his jacket.
Massimo lays them on the side table, delaying what he knows I want to see.
He smirks, unbuttoning each of the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt before sliding it from his body and laying it over a straight back chair in the corner.
He takes a seat, still watching me with those brooding eyes that seem to see right through my every desire.
Slickness pools in my center. He’s barely touched me but I’m ready for him right now.
But something in that devilish smirk lets me know I may be in for more than I bargained for with the devil.
“You’re teasing me,” I whisper, completely enamored and at his mercy as he finishes removing his shoes and then his socks.
There’s something extremely raw and sexy about his bare feet, especially when he stands and strides with purpose toward me ready to play.
Massimo walks toward me, muscles rippling like a panther about to catch his prey.
The way he moves causes my center to clench nothing but air when what I want is his hard cock buried deep inside of me.
He touches something in his pocket and the lights dim, leaving a low seductive glow in the room.
He gets closer and closer, the fresh scent of his soap permeating my senses as he reaches my side and kisses me lightly on the lips.
I nuzzle against him, even as he barely caresses the tips of both breasts between his finger and thumb, soft and gentle at first, and then firmer. I moan softly. He knows what he’s doing and just how much I like that. “Say my name,” Massimo says, squeezing a little harder.
The sound of his name leaves my lips without hesitation, “Massimo.” His lips trail, teasing the flesh after his fingers, caressing the burn his fingers caused not moments ago.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, without hesitation or remorse, understand?
If you’re getting close to your tolerance, tell me yellow, if it’s too much, you’ll tell me red, right away, without one bit of hesitation, understood? ”
I nod but his dark eyes meet mine, capturing them as his finger strokes over my lips. “Words, kitten. I want to hear the words.”
“I’ll tell you.”
He slips a finger between my legs, stroking the heated flesh, running the slickness right over that little bundle of nerves that almost makes me cry out.
But it’s far too soon for him, and instead he brings the finger to his nose, inhaling the scent of my arousal and tasting me on his finger.
“Delicious and creamy, kitten,” Massimo growls, sliding his finger between my legs again, repeating that mind-numbing sensation right over my clit.
I instinctively rise, tipping onto my toes, my hips tilting in invitation.
“Patience kitten.” He leaves me to walk to the cabinet of drawers below the implements on the wall, rummaging in a drawer for a few moments before pocketing a few selections.
Every second he’s away makes me want him that much more.
It’s like an inferno building deep inside of me that at some point is going to combust.
Massimo’s eyes meet mine as he reaches me. “Now I’ll tell you the rules,” he says, stroking a finger and then a nail over the tip of one nipple and then the other, teasing me unmercifully until both are erect and straining for more of his touch. He pulls a golden clip from his pocket with one hand.
“Rule number one. If you don’t want to try something, you’ll tell me immediately.
” I nod, my breathing becoming more erratic as he grazes the cold of the golden clips over the tip of my breast. “Rule number two. You’ll never lie.
If I ask if you want to try something, you’ll tell me the truth.
Rule number three. You’ll always use the safe words I gave you, no matter what. ”
I nod, but his eyebrow arches. “Words, kitten.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll tell you right away if I don’t like anything and I won’t lie to you about it, ever. You can trust that.”
He tilts my chin so I have no choice but to look into his deep dark eyes. “And you’ll tell me your safe word if your limits are being tested too far, or you need me to stop?”
“Yes.”
The dark-eyed devil seems satisfied with my response, at least enough to slide the clip around the tip of my aroused breast. “This is going to feel a little bit firmer than my finger, but colder, harder, less forgiving. It’s a trainer so it won’t be painful.
Pain isn’t my thing, only walking the line between pleasure and pain, that sweet spot that will make you scream my name over and over, kitten. ”
He places the cold nipple clamp on my right breast, kissing my lips as it goes on, before teasing my other tip before placing it as well. “How’s that, kitten?” he asks, barely touching them, just enough to give them a little bounce. “Ahh. That, is sooo good.”
Massimo’s lips turn up, but his eyes are what I focus on.
They are dark pools of flaming desire. He loves this and that knowledge makes me so wet I can barely think straight.
He takes a long golden chain from his pocket and attaches one end to each of the rings on my breasts.
The gold chain grazes my lower belly as he lowers himself, kissing, creating a trail of heat as he heads south.
Kissing and nipping until he reaches my mound.
Massimo inhales, closing his eyes before stroking me with a finger, ready to bring me to the edge again.
And this time, there’s no stopping the wetness of my pussy from sliding down my inner thighs.
He gathers it, using it to brush my clit, teasing, first with a soft caress, a long or short stroke, building me up until my calves are quivering and I’m trembling on my toes.
He leans closer, inhaling, always relentlessly teasing before using his tongue to taste my center, licking right around that little bundle of nerves, using his fingers to give the golden chain a little tug, causing the sweetest ache in my nipples that sends a delicious ache right down below. “Say my name, kitten.”
“Massimo. Please don’t stop.”
He nuzzles against my mound, his breath hot and warm as he talks.
“I love hearing you beg, kitten. But before this night is through, I want to hear you screaming my name. No boundaries between us. Scream for me, kitten,” he says, taking my clit between his lips and sucking it into his mouth so tightly that I think I might faint, but when he pulls the chain and that sweet burn hits dead center, there’s no way to stop my scream. “Massimo!”
He’s hardly through, because he doesn’t want just one time, and continues sucking, licking, and tugging until I’m breathlessly built up and trembling again. “Massimo!”
Only then does he unbuckle his belt, still greedily licking every bit of cream that he’s earned, before uncuffing my ankles and unleashing his thick hard cock.
He stands, his arms beneath my thighs, lifting me as my legs wrap around him.
He drives to the very end of me, thrusting deep, time and time again, until he takes off the clamps and a delicious burn chases us both over the edge again and I scream his name into the night until the trembling subsides.