Chapter Twenty-two #2
“And you’ll take your punishments,” he adds calmly, “exactly like a good girl should.” He pushes one finger inside me. The sloppy sound of how wet I am fills the room, mixing with the music pounding through the walls.
“I might be gentle with you now,” he adds, slipping in a second finger, my eyes rolling back, “but I’m counting the days until I have you tied, gagged, and completely at my mercy.” A third finger stretches me and I scream.
“Oh,” My back arches as the pressure builds slowly, unbearably. He fucks me with three fingers while his thumb keeps circling my clit, and I feel myself unraveling, my body trembling, my mind blanking, unable to take any more of what he’s giving me.
In a second, he removes his fingers from me, and I’m left with an empty, aching void.
I look at myself in the mirror, flushed, undone, my lips swollen. With pleading eyes, I look at him.
“Please.”
I can’t be left like this. I need him. I need him to finish what he started so badly it almost hurts to breathe.
“This isn’t something you’ve earned.”
He lifts me onto the restroom counter, my back pressing against the cold glass, sending a shiver through my overheated body. He takes a strand of my hair and tucks it gently behind my ear, the contrast between his tenderness and his control making my chest tighten.
“I love you.”
My chest tightens at the confession, the weight of it crushing in a way pain never could.
“But doubting me has consequences,” he says evenly. “And your punishment isn’t release. Unfortunately.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.
He can’t leave me like this. I know how seriously he takes these punishments, but I also know him. I know that beneath the discipline, beneath the control, he can’t resist giving me what I ask for.
I know that if I asked for the world, he would put it at my feet.
So I take advantage of it now.
Because I need to feel him. I need him like air. I’m so fucking horny it borders on desperation, and I refuse to believe he’ll walk away and leave me burning like this.
I pull him by his tie, dragging him between my legs, my bare pussy brushing against his hard cock. The fabric of his pants is my biggest enemy right now. I lift my hips, needing to feel his erection properly, to remind him what he’s doing to me.
He drags his tongue over his teeth, and at the sight of it, I swear I get even wetter. Freaking hell.
“I need you, baby,” I tell him in a husky voice.
For the first time in months, I call him by a pet name, and his eyes darken instantly. It feels natural. I say it because I want him to fuck me, yes, but also because it slips out like it belongs there.
“Please, fuck me,” I plead, my eyes begging as I watch the control flicker in his gaze.
I guess he’s not the only one in control here.
I grind myself against his erection, hard as rock, and I feel like I could come from this alone.
His hand clamps around my thigh, firm, grounding.
“I see what you’re doing,” he says, his face blank.
But I know better. I know how much I affect him.
A soft moan slips from me as I keep grinding.
I take his hand off my thigh and place it between my legs, guiding it to my pussy, using his fingers to massage myself.
“What am I doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“You want me to fuck you, Serena?” he asks, irritated.
The way he uses my name tells me everything. He’s pissed. And it only makes me bolder.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper, breathless. “I want you inside me.”
He smirks.
“No,” he says firmly.
So I push his finger inside me anyway.
My eyes roll back. The scene is filthy, and I’m not ashamed of how desperate I am for his touch. If he won’t give me his cock, fine. I’ll take his fingers. As long as they’re his.
I ignore his refusal and moan his name. “Lorenzo, please. . . faster.”
I work his fingers inside me, chasing the feeling, until suddenly he pulls away.
I look at him flushed and breathless, my body aching, my chest heaving.
“Oh, fuck this,” he says, exasperated.
In one second, his hard cock is free in his hand. He jerks himself once, maybe twice, and then, without warning, he thrusts inside me in one hard motion.
“Oh,” I gasp, my breath shattering. “I changed my mind. I can’t take this.”
I’m too sensitive. I’ve never felt this worked up before, every nerve ending screaming.
He grabs my hand, his grip firm. “Open,” he commands.
I do, expecting his fingers. He loves having them licked clean after he fucks me with them.
But instead, he spits in my mouth.
This bastard.
“Swallow,” he orders.
I do, heat pooling low in my belly, and then he thrusts into me again, hard enough to make me forget the disrespect and remember only how fucking hot it was.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he growls, picking up his pace, fucking me faster and faster.
He usually takes me deep and slow, controlled, but now it feels like I’m going to break the glass behind me. He hits that sweet spot over and over again, fast and merciless, and my toes curl.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream when he hits it again. And again. My body trembles, overwhelmed, right on the edge.
Then he slows.
Keeps me there.
Not letting me fall.
“I tried to let this go,” he murmurs, almost bored, “but you always end up proving how desperate you are for my cock, don’t you, beautiful?”
He thrusts again, hard, and the orgasm builds all over again.
“Am I talking alone?” he asks, slowing his rhythm once more, leaving me right there, aching, frustrated, my pussy throbbing.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Let me come.”
He starts fucking me again, his hand moving to my breasts, massaging them, pinching my nipples. The pleasure is too much. Everywhere. All at once.
“If I let you come,” he asks lightly, mouth closing around my nipple as he fucks me harder, faster, deeper, “will you finally behave for me, or are you enjoying being my spoiled little brat too much?”
I can’t take it anymore. I scream, moan, my voice echoing in the room, praying the walls are soundproof.
“Please, Lorenzo, I can’t,” I sob.
He slaps my breasts, sharp and sudden, and the jolt of pleasure shoots straight between my legs, tearing a cry from my throat.
“You think I’m that easy?” he asks darkly, teeth at my nipple as he fucks me senseless. I’m right on the edge when he slows his rhythm. Again.
“Please,” I breathe, the sexual frustration building all over, sharp and relentless.
“Say you’ll behave.” He thrusts into me hard, hitting that spot again, and my eyes roll back.
“I’ll behave, please,” I gasp, desperate.
He takes his rhythm again, fucking me faster and faster, going deeper each time. I feel him hardening inside me. He’s close too.
“You’re done doubting me,” he growls, fucking me senseless.
“Yes!” I scream as the orgasm builds faster than ever. “Just keep fucking me, please.”
He grips my head with one hand, forcing me to look at him. He’s smirking, obviously pleased with himself.
“Now tell me you love me,” he demands.
I freeze.
Then he thrusts deeper.
“Lorenzo,” I moan his name.
“Tell me, baby,” he says softly, still fucking me into oblivion. “Tell me how much you love me.”
He thrusts faster, pinching my nipple hard.
“Tell me how much you love being a slut for me,” he says.
Another deep thrust.
“Tell me how much you love this cock buried in your greedy pussy.”
Another. And another.
“Tell me how much you love being used by me.”
He keeps thrusting, over and over, until I see stars.
“I love you,” I manage to say. And it’s not a lie. He knows it. He feels it in the way I say it.
He grabs my hair and crashes his lips against mine, fucking me harder, faster. I clutch his massive biceps, digging my nails into his skin, holding onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
We’re both sweating. Shaking.
And then I can’t take it anymore.
The strongest orgasm rips through me.
“Lorenzo!” I moan loudly, and he fucks me through it, my body turning overly sensitive as he keeps moving, again and again, until I feel his warm cum spilling inside me, dripping down my legs.
His beautiful blue eyes lock onto mine, straight to my soul.
He grabs my tangled hair and kisses me again.
“You don’t know,” he murmurs, controlled but fraying, “what you do to my sanity.”
My heart tightens painfully.
He has no idea what he’s doing to me.
I could never escape this man.
I don’t want to.
I just want him to lock us in a room and throw the key away, so it’s just us. Forever.