Chapter 30 – Amanda #2
His palm cupped the smarting flesh, rubbing and kneading. “You can get on your knees and show me how sorry you are for messing with the locks.”
“Not happening!” I jerked away.
His sigh sounded so happy. “Scream all you want, fiore, the walls will echo the sound.”
He spanked me again. Two swift blows, and then he slid his palm between my legs.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured. “Good. That means your body knows who’s in charge.”
“Let me down! I don’t want this.”
Vincenzo palmed my pussy hard. “Yes, you do. Your body can only tell me the truth. And right now, I bet that you’re drenched for me. That bare pussy is probably dripping. Shall we find out?”
“NO!”
Despite my protests, he made short work of pulling down my trousers.
I knew what he’d find. He did too. I was hot and slick with arousal. As much as I hated the traitorous reaction, being chased and caught made me shiver with delight.
“You ready to be fucked now?” He continued to stroke me.
“Absolutely not!” I tasted the lie, but I wasn’t giving in. No matter how his touch felt. Despite him turning the mundane task of grocery shopping into a dark fantasy. “Let me go!”
“Your pulse is racing. Don’t fight it. Don’t hide it.” He pushed his fingers inside me. “I’m the only one who gets to hear you fall apart like this. So, scream. Scream for me, fiore.”
A strangled cry fell from my lips.
Somehow, it didn’t sound like defeat.
Wrapping his arms around my back, he used his other hand and rubbed my clit, shooting pleasure like arrows right into my core.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you? Standing here, helpless, at my mercy…it’s intoxicating.”
“Go to hell,” I said, because that was what a captive was supposed to say.
I would die if he left now. I would weep if he stopped.
He slid his fingers in and out for a few more seconds, and then he drew them out.
A sob hitched in my throat.
Before I could protest—or something far more embarrassing like beg him to continue—something cold and hard grazed up my thigh. It had teeth. Tiny little prongs.
A serrated knife.
I held painfully still as it carved an upward path. It slid under my shirt, up my belly, and right to the edge of my bra. I squeaked as the barbs bit into my skin. It was the perfect amount of pressure. A fatal warning. With a twist of his wrist, it turned and stabbed through the front of my shirt.
“Enzo,” I wheezed.
But my shirt was already split in half.
The knife blade continued to dance higher.
I panted, waiting for it to finish the destructive path.
Piece by piece, my shirt fluttered around my body until it slid away.
The straps of my bra met the same sharp fate.
And then the tip of the knife scored between my shoulders, slicing through the back of my bra.
“There.” He sounded pleased. “Even tied up, you still try to hold yourself together.”
The cool air crackled across my exposed skin.
“Let go. I’ll catch every piece,” the monster promised.
“I won’t!” Breathing hard, I twisted helplessly now that the knife was gone.
Vincenzo’s voice was low and laced with a threat. “We’ll see about that.”
My stupid heart shouldn’t have skipped. Likewise, there was no hiding the rush of liquid heat between my legs. I should tell him this is ridiculous. That we were too old for games. That I wasn’t a willing participant.
But I was.
Damn me, I was here and ready for whatever came next.
I didn’t have to wait long. Vincenzo kicked my legs apart. His fingers returned to my pussy, rubbing and teasing in tight circles that made me see stars behind my eyelids.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Mandy.” His lips pressed against my wildly beating pulse. “I’m crazy about you.”
Biting my lip to keep the protest from screaming out, I shook my head.
“I want to show you how much you mean to me,” he whispered. “But what happens next is going to feel like I hate you.”
My heart jumped to my throat. I couldn’t answer even if I found the words.
“I’m going to fuck you now—fuck you hard.” The threat was accompanied by the sharp rip of his zipper.
As he tipped my hips back, his support fell away. My arms strained, holding the weight as I waited breathlessly for him to take me.
I was not expecting something hard—and cold—against my bare pussy.
The frozen cube slid over the freshly waxed skin until it pressed against my entrance.
That made me rear up with a scream, but there was nowhere to run.
The piece of ice slid into me, burning against my heat.
Foreign and invasive. But not unpleasant.
Oh-ho, nooo! The sensation was a sharp pleasure.
My inner muscles clenched tightly around the cold.
Vincenzo’s thick cock rubbed against my ass. It slid up and down. There was probably a smile on his smug face. The monster was enjoying this. Me, a helpless, writhing mess.
“Next time you think about changing the locks, remember this.” Something glugged, and then cool liquid trickled down my ass, between my cheeks. The earthy tang of olive oil filled the air. “I will always find you.”
“Vincenzo, no, wait!” I gasped.
But the head of his cock pressed against the tight, puckered entrance.
“Too late, fiore,” he whispered the confession. “You should have gone straight to your knees and begged mercy for your sins.”
I shrieked.
“Now, I’m going to fuck this tight little ass.” His cock rubbed against the opening. “The way your body leans into me, that’s all the permission I need.”
I was.
Without meaning to, I was eagerly bending into his touch. It was the cold, frozen cube trapped in my pussy. It was the feel of his fingers against my clit. It was…him.
Vincenzo pushed the tip of his cock inside my tight, puckered hole.
Just the freaking tip.
A bite of pain made me tense. The rush of sensation was overwhelming. There was so much pleasure, stimulated from every place.
“More,” I ground out.
He chuckled darkly. “Tell me, Amanda. Has any man touched this?”
I shook my head as he slid another inch deeper. “No! No one.”
“Do you know what that means?” Another torturously slow inch. The burn was exquisite.
“I know.” It’s yours.
His fingers dug into my hips, and he shoved his cock all the way in. His name was a wordless sob, choking and sticking in my throat.
Behind me, Vincenzo shuddered. “Mine.”
My head bobbed before I could stop it.
Vincenzo groaned. That sound was euphoric. Full of desire and primal satisfaction. I wanted to capture it, replay it in the dead of night. Since I couldn’t keep him, I memorized the notes.
“Are you ready to beg?” His hot breath fluttered over my ear.
I nodded. “Yes.”
That one word was broken. Stuttered. A surrender.
His lips peppered my skin, and he moved ever so slightly. “You want me to fuck you? To take this tight little ass and make it mine?”
“Yes. Please,” I whimpered.
“Hard?”
My body shook. Cold dripped from the ice in my pussy. My core ached. “Do it.”
He pulled back and thrust into me. Each movement was ruthless, just as he promised. There was no forgiveness to be found here. Ragged sounds came from deep inside me. Sobs and whimpers, mewling and full of desperation.
I begged him not to stop.
He rubbed my clit, and I squeezed to keep the ice buried inside. The sharp snap of his hips slapping against me said he wouldn’t. I didn’t mind the sting. I welcomed the intrusion eagerly.
A raw confession fell from his lips. “You’re blindfolded and tied up, yet somehow you’re the one unraveling me.”
I moaned as his cock pumped in and out. Fevered strings of pleasure raced through me. And then, as his grip tightened around my hips, as he drove into me, a request tumbled out of me.
“Please, let me come.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he panted. His fingers quickened against my aching clit. “Yes, fiore mio, you may come. Come for me.”
It was the permission. The part I didn’t want to admit I needed. It sent me tumbling into the abyss.
Vincenzo grunted and fucked me harder. Fevered strokes as he raced to his release.
The muscles of my core convulsed. “Enzo! O, dio mio, Enzo!”
Strings of Italian screamed through the room.
What I said in that old, beautiful language didn’t matter.
Pleas. Expletives. Intercessions and cries for mercy.
The orgasm rocked me. I was helpless in the storm.
Tumbling and spiraling. He sank his teeth into the curve of my neck, biting hard where the muscles of my shoulder started.
His body jerked. A muffled bellow vibrated against my skin.
If I was drowning in the release, I took him with me.
One more merciless thrust, and he stilled.
Deep inside, his cock twitched, emptying in me.
We stood there, locked together, both shaking hard. Our ragged breaths pulsed around us.
Slowly, he released his hold on my shoulder, kissing the place he’d bitten. “Are you alright, my beautiful girl?”
I nodded feebly. But as he began to pull out, I winced. “Ow, Enzo, that’s sensitive.”
“I know, fiore, I know.” Both hands gently spread my ass as he separated us.
I was glad for the blindfold. It was no doubt messy. He let me hang as he moved about the space. When a warm cloth pressed against me, wiping my skin, I choked on a breath.
“Are you crying?” he murmured, tenderly stroking my spine with his knuckles.
“No,” I hiccupped. I was close to tears, though. Such a powerful release, such a primal act, was giving my emotions an outlet they very much needed. It had been the same thing last night.
I wasn’t going to survive many more of these encounters with my past.
My past that was determined to be my future.
“Hush now, I’ve got you.” He unhooked my arms and carefully brought them down. “You did so well, fiore.”
The key twisted in the lock. Once the metal fell away, it was replaced with a strong, warm touch. Vincenzo rubbed my wrists. He massaged my forearms. I stood there, breathing hard.
Every time this man touched me, every time he blew into my life, I was left feeling lighter, freer—more whole.
I hated it.
Hated that I missed him so much. This feeling of completeness.
“Your groceries are in a bag,” he murmured. “They’re already paid for.”
Those words took a second to process. Such a mundane observation after he shattered my world.
I reached for the blindfold, but he caught my hands. Something silky and soft skated over them. It draped over my body.
“There.” He brushed his hands over my shoulders. “That’s more like it.”
“Enzo,” I warned, a peevish note flooding my words.
He chuckled. “I’ll let you get back to your day, Mandy. But only if you’re sure there isn’t something you want to talk about?”
I pursed my lips. “Quite sure.”
His knuckle caressed my cheek. And then his touch fell away.
Footsteps sounded across the floor. I tore the blindfold off right as the backdoor clanged shut.
He was gone. Sure enough, a brown paper sack with my items—and a few I did not select—was at my feet.
I wanted to kick the thing. But that would be pointless.
I bent to collect the bag, and the skirt of a sunny, yellow dress fluttered around my legs, reminding me that he’d dressed me.
An inhale caught in my throat. My favorite color.
“Damn you.” A single tear trickled down my cheek.
From now on, I wasn’t grocery shopping for myself. I’d just order the stuff from a supermarket to the house. It wasn’t worth the risk to have such a normal activity interrupted.