Chapter 29
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ANASTASIA
My husband already had his tongue on my ass and his fingers in my pussy, but I want more.
I want him.
He made it clear that making me cum was enough for him. He didn’t need a quick blowjob or for me to stroke his cock until he saw stars.
My pleasure was enough for him.
But I wanted to feel him inside of me, I wanted his cum to stain my thighs and to spend the rest of the day thinking about the pleasure only he’s capable of giving me.
I also wanted to show him that I was ready for more. Not just in sex but with us. I’m never one for affectionate soppy words, I believe in actions and so I hand him the silk tie, pushing aside the small bubbles of anxiety floating around in my stomach as I look him straight in the eyes.
“Enzo, I trust you. Not just to help me handle a business deal or to sign a few papers but I trust you with my body, with my life. I want you to blindfold me and do whatever you want.”
This was it. Total submission.
You see, we had experimented a little in Ravenswood. The odd spanking, tying my hands up, using my vibrator but for some reason, having my sight stripped away was always something I feared.
Not because it didn’t turn me on — trust me, sensory deprivation is very high on my lists of kinks, but even with Leone, I never had this feeling of absolute trust in another soul that could ever make me feel safe enough to do it.
Until now.
Enzo’s hold on me tightens and he tips my chin up. “Are you sure?” He remembers how adamant I was against it and even now, a little anxiety creeps through my body.
“I trust you, Enzo.” My palm settles against his rough cheek and he leans into the touch. His eyes soften, becoming the last thing I see before the silk is tightly fastened around my eyes .
A gasp rips from my chest as my body is launched onto the soft bed. I sink into the mattresses, reaching up to feel the fluffy bounce of pillows above me. His hands run up and down the sides of my body, massaging my tight muscles. “You’re already wet.” He chuckles, spreading the slickness over my sensitive pussy. I shiver, the remnants of my last orgasm still lingering in my veins.
There’s an absence I can feel and I know he’s slipped away. I take the opportunity to focus on my surroundings. My hands curl into the smooth satin sheets that slip through my fingers. In the close distance, I can hear Enzo’s familiar breathing growing heavier as he shuts and opens cupboards. I want to call out to him to ask what he's doing but something stops me.
Trust him. Weirdly that’s all I need to settle back on the bed.
I blink my eyes open, finding utter darkness. Instead of inciting panic, it strikes a calmness through my body. “You love to play with fire, don’t you Anastasia?”
I smile, thinking he’s hovering above me but when I reach up I can only grasp the air. “Getting burnt has never bothered me.”
“We’ll see about that.” I hear the click of a lighter and then the subtle flicker of a wick now lit. Frowning, I inhale the rich scent of cotton candy as the flame runs just below my nose. It triggers a memory of the scented candle that Calista got me for Christmas one year. “If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“I will.” I feel his lips brush mine, moving along my cheek in a feather-like touch. He nuzzles his face into my neck, pressing soft kisses that heighten the desire which begins to swirl around in my stomach.
Then he pulls back but I can still feel his legs on either side of my waist, straddling me. A pained gasp leaves my lips when I feel the first drop of wax hit my stomach. It burns for a second but the pain quickly dissipates into nothing. I take a deep breath as more droplets fall onto my body, stinging but soothed by the rush of cold air Enzo blows on my skin.
The wax travels down my body the same way his tongue did. Without being able to see him drip the wax onto me, it enhances all my other senses, forcing me to rely on the proximity of scent and touch to anticipate the next drop.
I know he’s nearing my pussy when it burns more. The sharp sting isn’t dissimilar to getting a bikini wax but part of me is terrified of the pain if he takes the wax any lower. My thighs twitch when he reaches them and I can feel it run along the crease of my skin, down to my ass cheeks.
“Enzo.” I don’t know what I want. For him to keep going or to stop. To keep on teasing or to fuck me senseless now .
It feels weird to give up control because for once, I don’t have to decide what I want.
“Shh, mi amore.” There’s a subtle clang and I imagine him setting the candle on the bedside table.
His fingers touch my clit, rubbing in soft circles to make me moan. I fist the bedsheets in an effort not to reach out to him and shift my knees wide when he pushes two fingers inside of me. They work quickly, drawing out slickness that comes out like a gush of water.
Then they’re gone and the sound of his belt coming undone fills my ears. Excitement and desire flood through my veins at the prospect of finally being fucked.
I don’t think I’ve ever needed his cock this bad before. It’s more than some desperate whim, it’s a craving I won’t be able to live with unless sated.
“God, I wish you could see yourself.” I’m tempted to slip off the blindfold but I’ve become too accustomed to the dark. Besides, I know the need to scrub off the wax would irritate me far too much.
I can feel him hovering above my face and I break the distance between us, slamming my lips into his with a passion I didn’t know I could possess. “Fuck me, Enzo. ”
He nods frantically in my grip and shifts me onto my side. The hardness of his chest settles behind my back and I gasp as he lifts my leg up, letting a cold draft of air hit my pussy.
The thickness of his length nestles between my ass. My body tenses when the thick head brushes against that puckered hole he’s already become way too familiar with. “Definitely not.”
Chuckling, he presses a kiss to my neck and shifts lower, sliding his cock into my pussy. I gasp.
No matter how many times we fuck, his thick cock always manages to take my breath away.
My breaths shift into a moan as he starts to thrust. I hook my arm around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer and move my hips to match his.
His groans consume my senses and the sound of our bodies slapping together becomes a symphony of music I never want to stop playing.
“More.” I beg, arching my body so my body becomes an instrument for him to use at will.
Those rough fingers find my clit, rubbing fast whilst his thrusts become deeper. My orgasm begins to rise, the darkness allowing me to focus on every drop of pleasure that seems to pool into something much bigger .
“Your pussy was made for me, Anastasia. Every crevice and ripple are crafted to serve my cock.” His words make my chest grow heavier, drawing in more air as he seems to steal it from me.
“Even though I can’t see you, I can sense every part of you. Your scent, your taste like rich cinnamon on my tongue and the roughness of your skin as you touch me in a way only you know how. I would always be able to find you. Even blind in the dark, I’ll find you.”
His hand cups my neck, squeezing the rest of my oxygen out. “So would I, mi amore. Always.”
Those full lips catch mine, swallowing the last of my moans as I feel my pussy beginning to tighten around his cock. Enzo curses, holding back for a second as the final thrums of pleasure rise out of my body. He spills inside of me, burying his face into my neck.
We both breathe heavily, falling back down to Earth when he pulls the blindfold away from my eyes. I blink hard, trying to make sense of the light that cascades around the room. I glance down, surprisingly okay with the splatters of thick wax stuck to my skin.
Honestly, I didn’t realize there was so much of it.
Enzo strokes my hair, guiding my gaze to him. “How do you feel? ”
“Tired, content, perfect. I trust you.” I’m almost admitting it more to myself than him.
He smiles, kissing my temple. “I trust you too, but do we have to go back downstairs? I think your family probably knows exactly what we’ve been doing and I doubt it’ll earn me any points with your father.”
I laugh, rolling over in bed to see the time on my phone. “It’s been over an hour? Yeah, they’ll definitely know but they’re used to my parents so an hour is nothing.” Pecking his cheek, I slip out of bed and head for the shower.
My body is a little sore but God, seeing Enzo lounging across the bed in nothing, his chiseled abs on display and wide span shoulders with the light glistening against his tanned skin…fuck, this man has turned me into some kind of sex beast.
“Are you going to join me in the shower then?” He smiles, hopping out the bed to chase after me.