Chapter 6 #2
I gather my senses as best I can as he lowers his hand between my legs. The need is so strong, a desire I’ve never felt before. I need him to touch me. I want him to own me.
“I want you to touch me please, Daddy.” I add on the last word and watch his chest fill with a deep breath as his jaw muscle tightens.
I release a moan, mixing with his own as he drags the backs of his fingers through my folds while his eyes narrow and stay locked on my face.
“So beautiful, Bambina. So fucking wet.” He brings his fingers to my lips, slick with my juices. “Open.”
Once again, his fingers are in my mouth, and I taste myself on them. He withdraws, then lowers them again, dipping them just inside me, moving them up and down through my tingling pussy until I think I’m going to come undone.
“God, that feels so good.” I press my head back into the bed and pull my knees upward, closing my eyes and letting the feelings wash over me.
When I open them again, he pulls his hand away, this time bringing his slick fingers to his own lips. I see the glistening strands of my juices webbing between them, and then he plunges them into his mouth with a low, rumbling moan.
“You realize this is mine.” He looks down at my open legs. “Whatever this is between us, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never tasted anything like you. I’m not letting you go. Your fate is sealed, I’m afraid.”
A crooked grin spreads over his lips as his fingers come back down and press just inside my opening. I gasp as his thumb begins to make circles over my sensitive nub, pushing me closer to the edge.
My mind spins at his words as his fingers push inward until I see him let out a sigh, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
“This little cherry is mine, too. I take care of my things, Bambina. I’m a powerful man. I’m used to getting what I want. And I don’t remember ever wanting anything as much as I want you.”
I feel like I’m in a dream. He’s clearly in a different league than my family and me, but it’s not his wealth or power that interests me. It’s his power over me. It’s this pull I feel in my chest toward him. Like he’s a part of me I never knew I had.
His thumb moves faster over my clit until I feel the tension gather. I open my legs as far as they will go, close my eyes again and explode, whimpering and twisting on the bedding as he strokes me until my orgasm plays out, leaving me panting.
“Good girl. Know how much it pleases me when you cum.”
I nod, unsure what else to do or say, and his eyes look like they are on fire. His gaze is so intense it could be that he’s in heaven or thinking he’s ready to put someone in hell. He oozes calm dominance, and it has me transfixed.
“I don’t even know your last name,” I manage through panting breaths, gripped suddenly by the thought that I’m letting this near-stranger do things to me I’ve never done before. “And you don’t know mine.”
“That is true, my Bambina. I plan to tell you many things, and you will tell me. But last names don’t change anything, do they? You know what I know, there is something here, between us.”
The way the light from the living room cuts across his hard, handsome face is like a message from God, telling me he’s right.
His near-black hair is decorated at the temples with a bit of silver, even though he doesn’t look old enough to be gray, but it only makes him even sexier to me.
His chest is hard, arms and upper body thick, and I see just the right amount of dark body hair running down his torso forming an arrow pointing down toward his incredible cock.
“Know I will always take care of you. That means many things, but be sure it also means your pleasure belongs to me. I will give it, I will take it, I will require many things from you, but I will always put you first. Always.”
A shiver shakes me as he leans in, his fingers leaving my pussy and sliding to my legs as he lowers his face.
Tension grips between my legs as he kisses his way down my inner thigh until I feel like I’m going to fly apart into a million pieces.
As soon as his mouth connects, I’m tumbling into another orgasm so intense everything goes black. There is no sound except the buzzing inside my head as heated bliss engulfs me and leaves me breathless and quivering.
I release my grip on my legs, my arms flailing out at my sides then down to touch his head, the source of this wicked pleasure.
Distantly, I’m aware that I’m screaming, but I can’t hear myself. It’s as though my brain has been rewired somehow, and it’s his mouth creating this euphoric, electric chaos inside of me.
My pussy contracts and releases, riding out the waves of bliss as I move my hands out and hold onto the bedding, amazed at how I came so easily with him. Even when I try to play with myself, it takes a long time if it happens at all.
All I know right now is I want more. I’m already addicted to whatever this is, as dirty as it is.
As dirty as I am.
And I don’t care.
He comes up from between my legs, his face hovering over mine, and the scent of my arousal and the slick wetness of my pussy cover his lips and chin.
“You are such a good girl, do you know that?”
I nod, unsure what else to do but knowing that hearing him call me that feels so very right.
“Good, because from now on, you are my good girl, and I plan on devouring this pussy whenever I like.” He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it to the side and planting his teeth in a soft bite at the base of my neck, making me moan and my pussy long for more of whatever this is.
His lips and teeth trace down my body, making me writhe and yelp when he alternates soft kisses and licks with sharp nips, but the pain only seems to ignite the fire inside of me.
I stare at the ceiling, my eyes blurry as his mouth is again between my legs, and his tongue drags through my folds until his lips and teeth are on my clit.
My hips buck upward and I moan as he eats me out.
My body feels boneless as he devours me, the lust like a drug that makes me feel as though I’m not here anymore, but instead living in another parallel dimension, a dimension where my only thoughts are of the sensations he’s creating with his hot tongue.
The feel of his tongue lapping at my opening, of his nose moving and pressing on my clit, is overwhelming.
His hands are wrapped around my upper thighs, and he’s holding me hard against his mouth as I try to twist and jerk against him.
The noises I’m making aren’t human, and I’m sure my neighbors must be wondering what sort of monster has taken over in place of the mousy girl that occupies unit three.
Tension is gathering again as I listen to the wet sounds of him drinking in every drop of my juices. The swirling of his tongue moves faster until the pressure is so strong I take one last look down to see his eyes on me, and that’s all I can take.
My vision disappears again, and when the orgasm hits me, my voice fails.
It’s harder and stronger than the ones before, and I feel it down into my bones.
I’m bucking and jerking, my hands flying outward in a desperate effort to clasp onto something, and I’m frightened I’m losing control of everything.
When Vito’s tongue flicks at my clit again, I wince and push his head away.
“No,” I whisper.
“Oh, no.” I hear his voice echoing in my mind and look down through blurred vision to see him looking at me with those dark eyes, shaking his head. “I say when we are done, little Bambina.”
“But,” I whimper, “it hurts.”
“Does it?” he asks, then brings the pad of his thumb to my engorged clit, making me draw a sharp breath. “Maybe sometimes that’s what I want.”