Chapter 23 #2
“Give me one of your feet.” She kicks her right leg up without hesitation, then I rip off her shoe and sock. “Now, the other.” I follow suit, then pull her leggings and underwear down so that she’s completely exposed in front of me.
“Are you wet for me?” I murmur.
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck.” I hiss, feeling like I’m losing all control.
I take a step forward, pulling her chin up so she looks into my eyes. Is she being herself right now? Or is she tailoring her behavior to be perfect in the bedroom for me?
Her legs wrap around me; she grinds herself against my throbbing cock. I can’t help but crush my lips against hers. My tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It feels… perfect as time ceases to exist and all I can focus on is our connection.
And this makes me realize we haven’t properly kissed before, except for the peck at the altar. With Sofia and I, of course we did everything fucking backwards. The only intimacy was a kinky spanking session and the morning we had sex.
I pull away from her, biting her lip.
She looks so beautiful staring up at me, and I wonder how I’ve fallen under her spell so easily. Her brown eyes rake down my body, lower and lower, then back up to my face. I know what she’s silently asking for.
I reach down and feel her wet pussy as I brush the hair out of her face with my other hand. She closes her eyes and squirms at my touch, biting her lip. “Is this what you wanted?”
“…Yes,” she moans.
“You love giving yourself to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I thrust two fingers inside her, making her back arch as she dangles beneath the bar. I hold on to her side with my free hand to stabilize her, hoping that her arms aren’t in any pain. But something tells me she’s more focused on the sensations below.
I continue playing with her until her face looks flushed and her breath quickens—I can tell she’s close.
I pull my hand away and take a step back.
Her eyes open up and meet mine, looking confused for a beat. Then they narrow when she realizes what I’m doing.
“Tell me.”
She doesn’t give me a defiant ‘no’. She doesn’t even shake her head. She just hangs there looking defeated.
“No?” I chuckle and move towards her again, this time dropping to my knees. Being this close to her, the smell of her nearly drives me insane, but I maintain control.
“You won’t tell me how you contacted them? I’ll make this greedy pussy feel so good if you tell me.”
I allow myself one taste, assuming that she won’t come just from that. I lick up her folds slowly as she squirms against the restraints, but I stop my tongue as soon as it gets to her clit.
She whimpers above me, then lifts one of her legs, resting it on my shoulder as if she’s trying to guide my head to the right place.
“Tell me.”
“Please.”
“Not until you say who helped you.”
“I… can’t.”
I move her leg away and stand up, my cock straining against my pants. What she doesn’t realize is I’m just as tortured as she is right now. I think back to that morning and how everything got interrupted and realize that I can’t risk that again. I need to feel what it’s like to finish inside her.
I yank my belt off, then free my cock.
My mouth meets hers again, and she moans delicately as I thrust into her. My hands rub up and down the soft skin on her back until they land on her perky ass, supporting her. I try to move slowly, realizing that if I let her come, then I’ll lose this little game that we’re playing.
Part of me wishes her hands were unbound so that they could be all over my body. But having her tied up like this has its own perks—she has no choice but to take what I give her.
As I carry on, I forget why I’m doing this. I forget about what made me tie her up beneath this bar. And instead, I lose control and fuck her like an animal against the wall. Her back arches and her legs grip around me tighter.
“You feel so good, Alessandro.” Hearing her say that—my name on her lips—sends me over the edge. My grip on her tightens as I feel myself come undone. It’s quicker than I would have liked, but this whole situation isn’t about her pleasure; I need to keep that in mind.
I pull away from her, her body going limp against the restraints, and I worry they’re digging into her wrists. But she doesn’t seem to notice or care as she stares up at me with hooded eyes.
My head feels remarkably clear after the orgasm—as if fucking her was all I needed to feel sane again.
Her eyebrows raise expectantly. She hasn’t come yet. And with her arms tied above her like that, there’s not much she can do.
I zip myself back up, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“So?” I ask.
“Hmm?”
Either she’s playing stupid or I’ve fucked her so hard that she forgot about what got us into this position.
“Who helped you?”
She winces. “Alessandro, please.”
I wander towards a bench and take a seat, admiring the sight of her hanging down, naked and spent. Her eyes begging for me to come back.
“You want me to do something about that aching clit. Don’t you?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Lap up your sweet taste until your thighs clench against my head and you scream.” I rest my chin on my hand. “Or I can go up to our room and grab some of those little toys you put in the bedside table.”
She looks surprised as she squirms beneath the restraints.
“Yes, I found those soon after we moved in. So many shapes and sizes of vibrators. Tell me, do you prefer the feeling of those or me—”
“You.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to finish.
I force myself to chuckle, an idea coming to mind. “Well, you can’t have me again until you tell me what I want to hear. And I don’t mind leaving you strung up as long as it takes, Sofia.”
Her eyes narrow as she squirms against the band again.
“You’ll stand there, arms raised uncomfortably over your head. Naked. Vulnerable. And worst of all, horny, with no way of relieving yourself.”
Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head. “Please, you can’t leave me here.”
“It’s up to you.” I flash her a smile as I stroll out of the weight room with a plan to send a mass text to everyone in the castle that no one, under any circumstances, should go into the gym in this wing today.