Claimed

23. Bad Princess

Chapter twenty-three

Bad Princess

I tugged at the belt around my wrists.

The leather held firm.

Hot sex radiated from Gianni as he got off the bed and began yanking his pants down.

Oh my God.

I knew exactly what kind of punishment Gianni had in mind, and the thought sent my mind reeling.

He’d fucking shattered a woman’s pelvis during sex. I did not want him inside of me angry and seething.

Even more, this would be my first time.

“Gianni,” I pleaded, desperate words falling from my lips in a stumbling cadence. “Please.”

“Do you understand now, Princess?” His voice was cruel velvet as he tossed his pants and black boxer briefs aside, leaving him distinctly bare and uncompromisingly male, the dark ink of his tattoos stark against his bronzed skin.

His cock, fully aroused, stood tall and proud—a girthy and veiny shaft jutting towards me. Beneath it, his balls were heavy and taut.

I should have been more focused on getting out of that belt, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Gianni's cock.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I understand.”

“I don't think you do.” His gaze raked down my body, sending a shiver through me despite myself. “Not yet.”

Fear coated my tongue.

It was so bitter.

Yet, my traitorous body hummed with need, not understanding the true context of this situation.

He stalked over to the bed and got on it.

My breath hitched.

As he hovered over me, he seemed even bigger now, even more imposing without the barrier of clothing.

“Princess, I wanted your first time to be romantic and sensual.”

My bottom lip quivered.

His hand moved to my dress’s hem. Soon he was bunching up the fabric in his fist before yanking it up to my waist, exposing my red panties to him. “But we will have plenty of time for me to give you romantic, passionate sex—”

“G-gianni, this is crazy—”

“Are you just realizing that you are married to a man that is insane?”

I blinked my eyes. “Well. . .no.”

“Then, be happy that there will be no pain, just pleasure—”

“You shattered someone’s pelvis—”

“I was mad about something else—”

“You’re mad now—”

“No, Princess.” He gazed down at my red panties. “Now I’m just. . .eager.”

This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the look in his eyes, that dark, predatory gleam, told me there was no escape.

He was going to take what was his, and I was powerless to stop him.

I was trapped.

My entire world had narrowed down to the sight of the devil—this powerful, dangerous man—naked over me.

His gaze remained on my face as he slipped his hands up to the top of my dress and with one sharp tug, tore it open, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room.

I gasped.

My nipples hardened and pushed up against my red bra, begging for his mouth. They didn’t understand that he was a controlling monster.

And. . . with each second. . .I was slowly forgetting that he was a monster too.

A sob caught in my throat, the reality of my situation crashing over me. I was at his mercy, my body laid out before him like an offering, and I had no idea whether this was going to be pleasure or pain—or both.

“Gianni. . .”

“Shh, Princess,” His voice was soft but with an edge that made me tremble. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and bad girls need to be disciplined. But don't worry. I'll make sure you learn your lesson well.”

He lowered himself over me, making sure we were face to face.

Then, he lowered again, placing his hard chest against my breast and his cock along my side, pressing me into the bed.

I felt the heat of him against my bare skin.

Every nerve in my body on high alert, expecting both pleasure and pain.

“Are you nervous, Princess?” His lips found my neck.

A delicious shiver ran through me. “Yes. I’m nervous.”

He grazed my skin with his teeth. “Good.”

“That’s not good.”

“Fear can heighten sensations. Make you more. . .erotically aware.” He moved down and licked a wet fiery trail across my collarbone and down to the swell of my breasts.

I bit my lip, doing my best to not let out a moan.

I would not let him hear how much he was turning me on. It would just motivate him even more.

He moved to my breasts and had his mouth hovered over a nipple straining against the red lace of the bra. “Mmmm.”

His hot breath skittered over my puckered flesh.

Against my will, I whimpered.

“Do you want me to suck on this nipple?”

My chest rapidly rose and fell.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“I won’t.”

“Because you so desperately want to say yes.”

My body pulsed with burning need. I was torn between wanting to get out of the confines of that damned belt and surrendering to the lust blazing brightly within my core.

“I shouldn’t ask since you’ve been a bad princess which means it doesn’t matter what you want.” He lowered his mouth to my nipple and brushed his lips brushing against the lace.

Layers of warmth spread through me at the contact, my body betrayed my mind and arched towards him, seeking more.

He groaned.

And just like a crazy fool I whispered, “Lick it.”

A wicked chuckle left him.

Just as I thought he was going to take my nipple into his mouth, he pulled away. Then he moved to my other nipple, teasing it too, barely brushing his mouth against the tip.

“Those stiff little nipples like that you were a bad princess. Now they get all of my attention today, when I had other plans.”

My skin flushed with heat.

My heart pounded in my chest.

The belt around my wrists seemed tighter now.

Then, his warm breath fanned my nipple through the bra’s lace.

Smiling, he gently placed his lip on my nipple’s tip and nibbled tenderly on the fabric-covered peak.

My whole body throbbed for him.

Each little tug caused this ecstasy-lathered pulse to radiate from the point of contact straight to my core.

Against all sanity, I moaned.

He gave one long swipe at the nipple and then pulled away.

I whimpered at the loss of contact but before I even had time to protest, he had moved on to the other breast.

Here he showed no mercy.

He descended upon the nipple with a hunger that made my pussy wet.

Groaning, he then gently tugged at the nipple with his teeth, pulling at it through the lace bra.

Struggling against the belt, I whimpered and arched my back further off the bed.

Gianni took a moment to glance up at my face, and those green eyes were no longer dark with rage.

They were now heavy with lust and power.

A sly grin spread across his face.

What did he see in my face?

Was it horny ? Because I surely felt it.

Did he revel in the fact that he had me utterly under his control?

“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” He began using both hands to play with each nipple, toying and tugging at them.

Pinching and flicking them.

I gritted my teeth doing my best to hold back my moans.

“Yeah. You love it.” His skilled hands danced over my breasts, provoking more teasing caresses and igniting sparks of sensual pleasure.

I was completely at his mercy, lost in the sensations he created with his hands alone.

And no longer could I stop the small whimpers from spilling between my lips.

While I was unwilling to give him what he wanted—an open admission of my enjoyment—my body was too far gone to deny it.

Every cell in me craved more of his touch, his warm mouth on my nipples, his hands on my skin.

I shivered. “Oh.”

“Mmmm.” Finally, he reached his hand up to free my breasts from the restraint of the red lace bra.

They spilled out.

He whispered, “Ah. . .perfect.”

His hands cupped them each in turn, exploring their fullness. “So beautiful. . .so sensitive.”

His voice grew thick with desire as he bent his head to kiss the rising swells of my breast, before trailing down further until he was back to flicking at my nipple with his tongue.

I gasped, “Gianni.”

“Shh, Princess. You're going to make me lose control if you keep making noises like that.” He nipped hard at my nipple, causing a slight sting and then a delicious tremble.

I’d given up all will of trying to break free from that belt.

My tingling pussy was getting so wet that my thighs felt slippery.

I was done with escaping him.

All I could do was ache for more.

His lips found my other nipple, drawing that hard peak into his wet mouth and sucking so hard I cried out in pleasure.

He groaned and lapped it over and over his tongue sliding over it again and again like there was milk dripping on it and he was a hungry cat.

I writhed under him.

Like the devil he was, he chuckled and pulled back to admire his handiwork. “Now isn't that a beautiful sight.”

I gazed up at him.

“Look at you so hot and bothered ready for me to stuff my cock into that wet pussy. Aren’t you?”

I pursed my lips.

“Tell me.”

I scowled at him.

“Say it or I’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done.”

“Leave me?”

“Yes.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He gazed down at my erect nipples, wet from his mouth and tongue. “Hmmm. You’re right. I wouldn’t. You look too sexy. I can’t leave right now.”

That gave me a small sense of power to know that he was just as lost in horniness as me.

Slowly, he moved his gaze down lower, following the curve of my body to my waist.

“Hmm,” He kept his view on my panties. “Your pussy has soaked through that red lace. Did you know that?”

I refused to speak, hating his smug satisfaction.

“In fact, you’re making a mess on our bed.”

I looked away, completely embarrassed, and then I felt his hand right on my soaked panties.

I gasped, loving and hating his hands all at the same time.

It wasn’t fair that he could have me so out of control with just his damn fingers.

“Look at me.” He teased me with his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. “Princess. . .look at me.”

Slowly, I turned to face him and bit back a moan.

He chuckled softly. “You look mad, but you also look like you desperately want to fuck.”

Finally, he slid his fingers under the wet fabric, making me gasp out loud despite my best intentions.

He licked his lips. “That’s right. You’ll enjoy your disciplining whether you want to or not.”

Soon he was tearing my panties away.

The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the space.

Shocked, I gazed down as my once cute panties were now slowly being shredded.

His eyes never left mine as he threw the torn fabric away with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. “There. That’s better.”

Then, he returned his hands to my body, and with his fingers, he traced where my panties once were. “Do you want Daddy to play with your pussy, Princess?”

I frowned. “You know I do.”

He chuckled. “Say it.”

“I will not.”

“I told you last night that I have a great memory.”

Fuck.

I thought back to how I’d made him beg in that hotel suite while he was chained.

“What is that saying about payback, Princess?”

I swallowed. “I believe. . .the famous quote is. . .that payback should never be done with your wife.”

He chuckled some more. “No. I’ve never heard that saying.”

“It is known all over the world.”

“Not in my world, Princess.” He put those hands right onto my pussy and cupped my folds like they were the most precious things in the world. “I believe they say that payback is a bitch.”

I trembled.

“But today, you will learn that payback is the devil.” He spread my folds and began drawing lazy circles on my clit with his thumb.

“Oh!”

“So responsive.” He rubbed my clit so slow I almost begged for him to fuck me. “I wonder how you will sound when I’m moving inside of you.”

The sweet agony of it all.

I squirmed beneath his touch.

“Oh, Princess. I love how you wriggle those curvy hips and make those breasts bounce.” He kept his thumb on my clit, but then he dove a finger in my pussy. “Look at how eager you are for Daddy’s cock. Look at how bad you want it.”

I shivered in lust.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head, unable to deny the throbbing desire that was coursing through me. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, stroking and teasing until all pretense of ignoring him was gone.

When he dove another finger into my pussy, I cried out and bucked my pussy against his hand as he slowly pushed deeper inside me.

“Feel good, Princess?”

“Y-yes.”

“You like when I finger fuck this tight pussy?”

“Y-yes.”

“Do you want my cock?”

“G-god yes.”

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he suddenly withdrew his fingers.

I almost yelled until I realized that he was moving and positioning himself between my legs.

Oh my God.

The reality of what was about to happen crashed over me.

Is he really going to fuck me? I’m about to. . .lose my virginity!