1. Chapter One —Carlotta #3
“So swollen,” he grits, draping his front over my back and pushing the hair from the nape of my neck so he can whimper into my ear. “This pussy of yours is trying to milk me dry, Red.”
My core clenches involuntarily.
“You gonna lie down and take it?”
I bob my head quickly, strands of hair twisting against the blanket and causing static. “Uh huh.”
“Thatta girl, Red. Let me give you what you need.”
Sir draws his hips back; the swollen tip of his cock dragging against the spongy spot of my front wall and flexes his grip on the ladder of my ribcage.
Helpless moans fall from my parted lips when he picks up the pace, fucking up into me until silver stars of pleasure burst behind my lids.
I jolt when he brushes the pad of his thumb along my asshole, eliciting a dark laugh from Sir. It’s not the first time I’ve been touched there, but that’s all I’ve ever done.
“One day,” he grits. “Shit. One day you’re going to take me in this sweet hole.”
Nodding, I squeeze my eyes shut tight, feeling Sir move inside of me while my mind begins to drift, concocting up images of the two of them.
While Sir fucks up into me, I imagine his blonde bodyguard brushing his soft lips against mine. His calloused hands joining Sir’s in touching me, his large cock making passes against the puckered ring of my asshole, pushing inside of me while Sir stretches out my pussy.
Maybe his mouth would be just as filthy as Sir’s. Maybe—
My walls flutter around his cock as Sir moves his hand to my clit, middle and ring finger placing just the right amount of pressure to have me barreling towards my release.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
The balloon of pleasure in my stomach bursts, eliciting a deep moan from Sir and a warning squeeze of his fingertips around my waist as his thrusts stutter slightly.
“Your greedy little pussy wants my come, Red. She’s begging for it. Aren’t you?”
It’s all I can do but bob my head, slumping forward in exhaustion.
“I thought so.” Sir pulls out, only to push back in and grind against my still twitching core. “She can’t get enough of me. It’s a good job I can’t get enough of her, either.”
I smile toothily to myself at his admission; another truth of Sir’s burrowing itself deep into my consciousness.
The headboard of the bed bangs softly against the padded walls of the playroom in time with the way Sir drives forward, stealing the air from my lungs. I know he’s close when he makes a grab for my hair, creating a sloppy ponytail and pulling to elicit a sting across my scalp.
He sinks his teeth into the ball of my shoulder on a groan, I feel him thicken a second before the first rope of hot come paints my inner walls, filling me.
Twisting his hips to grind against my ass, he draws out his orgasm until he finally stops twitching inside of me.
Pressing a kiss or two to my jawline, Sir untangles his fingers from my hair and slowly pulls back, slipping out of me.
I can feel him dripping out of me, but I make no move to close my legs, not when I know—
“Keep it safe for me, Red.” Sir scoops his come up with his fingers, ghosting over my sensitive flesh and sliding his spent back inside of me. “Until next time, at least.”
I don’t reply, I can’t; exhaustion taking over fully now.
Eyes closed beneath the safety of my satin mask, I depend completely on my ears and my touch to keep me in the room.
I hear Sir move around the bed, his bare feet padding against the wooden flooring to gently untie the ribbon bounding my wrists together.
Like a doll, he positions me to lie onto the feather-down pillows, straightening my cramp-riddled legs out and pulling the blanket over me.
Pulling open a drawer, he uncaps something with an audible click before the scent of lavender wafts up to kiss my nose with each glide of Sir as he rubs the cream into the aching joints of my wrists and knuckles.
“You did so good, Red,” he praises.
I hum nonsensible in response.
“You almost followed every one of my rules.”
I smile softly, head in the clouds. “Mhmm.”
“Except…”
Licking my lips, I turn my head to rest my cheek on the pillow, the tide of sleep beginning to pull me under.
“I don’t think you’re listening to me, Red.”
Nodding in agreement with whatever Sir is saying, I squirm under the warm feel of his mouth, trailing down my neck, my chest, my—
“Motherfuck—!”
Sir soothes the sting from where he’s just bitten down on my breast with the tip of his tongue, but it does no good.
I cup both of my hands to my chest, feeling my pulse pulsate in the exact spot he’d sank his sharp teeth into.
“That really fucking hurt.”
“Good. I need you to listen to me.”
I roll my eyes under my mask, thanking my lucky stars that Sir can’t see because he’d surely punish me… even more than he’s already planning on doing.
“For your bratty comment earlier… no orgasms for a week. No touching yourself. Or using a toy. And don’t even think about lying to me. I’ll know if you have, Red.”
“That’s not—”
“Not what? Not fair?” Sir traces my lips with the pad of his calloused thumb, his voice pitched dangerously low. “Is that what you we’re going to say, Red?”
Swallowing, I shake my head. I don’t want to be punished any further tonight.
“That’s what I thought. Now, get some sleep. I’ll see you next week.”
Pressing one last kiss to my forehead, I feel Sir slip from the bed. I strain to hear him re-dress himself, to hear the tap of his shoes against the floor, but the tide of sleep resumes it’s pull on me.
Vaguely, I hear him speak, his voice sounding rather far away. “Remember the rules, Red. Goodnight,” before I’m out like a light.