Chapter 9 #2
Even the way he holds me turns me on. I’m wet just looking at him, but when he grabs me like this, I feel like I might die if he lets me go. “Fine, I want you to show me how it feels to… to give myself to you.”
He’s silent for a moment, then drawls, “Now, ask nicely. I want you to beg for it.”
Holy hell! It’s embarrassing to beg to be teased and fucked by Dario, but I can’t ignore the increasing wetness in my panties. Because, damn, this is so hot. “Please, Dario, please…”
“What?” He smirks, clearly enjoying this; it works for him.
“Teach me both pleasure and pain. Do to me whatever you want. Please.”
Without hesitation, he chains me to the pole, and goosebumps race up my arms. “I want you to come up with a safe word. When you need me to stop, use it, and I’ll stop.”
A safe word? What do I choose? I’ve never been poetic, but this feels like it deserves more thought.
I’m still trying to come up with one when he snaps his fingers, a playful yet dangerous smile crinkling at the corners of his mouth.
“You don’t have to overthink it, Vittoria.
Just give me a word you’re comfortable with. ”
“Mercy.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind, and Dario seems pleased with it.
“Mercy,” he repeats with flair. “That’s going to be your safe word. Don’t say it unless you want me to stop and for this to end.”
“Okay.” I swallow hard, waiting for him to make a move.
I feel a tug at my wrists as he jerks the chains binding me to the spot, but I don’t say a word. True, Dario has given me the choice of a safe word, but I know it’s not meant to control the scene. If I say it now—the safe word I’ve chosen—he’ll stop. And Lord knows I don’t want him to stop.
Dario moves around to my side, and I follow his suave movements with my eyes.
He lifts what looks like a whip, black and sleek, and returns to stand in front of me.
My first thought is that he’s going to hurt me.
My second is the realization that I’ve let him chain me to the wall of an underground sex room without a means of escape. Dario seems to read my mind.
“Remember,” he drawls in that goosebump-inducing voice of his, “you have the choice to use your safe word… when it gets too intense for you.”
“Okay. Okay.” I’m not sure why I sound so breathless. Sure, the anticipation is wild, but the warmth spreading around my chest and between my thighs is distinctly new—and alarming.
“Your body makes me want to do dirty things to you. To just turn you around and fuck you against this wall right now. I can tell I’ll slide inside you so easy, fill you to the fucking brim.”
God, his words! Dario shifts closer, and it feels like we’re made of the same skin, one body and one soul.
His hands glide over my exposed breasts, teasingly deciding which to suck and which to hold.
His tongue sweeps over one swollen nipple, and I gasp.
The sound of his deep chuckle ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach, but there’s something about the way he teases me that suggests there’s more to come.
I lose myself in the sweetness of his mouth, not realizing what’s about to happen until it’s too late.
The whip lands sharply against my ass. Pain shoots through my body, and I grind my teeth. “Fucking hell!”
He raises the whip and strikes me in the same spot.
I writhe under the fierce stings, fully aware that there will be red marks on my skin by the time we’re done.
Just as I brace myself for another hit, he stops.
Dario falls to his knees and kisses the welts on my skin, drawing me back to the sweet bliss of his mouth.
“Dario…” I whisper.
He hums against my ass, pushing my panties aside, spreading my cheeks and licking me in one long swipe like an animal.
My pussy clenches in response. “You smell divine,” he purrs, softly guiding his hand to the insides of my thighs.
“I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my mouth until you come. You’ll come on my tongue, won’t you? ”
He sucks and nips at my skin from hip bone to hip bone before placing a feather-light kiss on my clit, the cool metal of his chains just barely grazing the hot, sensitive skin as he positions himself between my legs.
I shiver. “You’re the absolute worst.”
“Do you hate me again?” he teases, and the asshole licks my clit just enough, a quick sweep of his tongue that only cools my already-sensitive bud.
“So fucking much.”
“Is that so?” he asks, and this time he traces his tongue along my entrance, up and over my clit, licking everywhere but where I want him.
“Dario,” I plead, squirming.
“Fuck, princess, I love it when you say my name like that.” He gives me a quick but violent suck on my clit that makes my legs tremble around him. “When I finally let you come, that should be the only word you moan.”
“I can’t do this with you…” I respond, trying to scoff even as I writhe against him.
“Oh, but I think you could, baby,” he says, and his eyes stay locked on mine as he glides his tongue up my hips again and back to my ass. “I think you would let me touch you and fuck you with my tongue…my cock.”
“Yes…” Should I feel ashamed of my wanton desires? Maybe, especially since it’s with someone like Dario. But I don’t. I can see the desperation lurking in his eyes, a desperation that mirrors my own sexual needs. “Please make me come.”
Dario surprises me. Instead of yanking my panties down as I expect, he roughly pulls them aside and glides his tongue through my wet folds. My knees buckle at the impact as I fight to regain my composure.
“God,” he breathes, his voice igniting a fire within me. “You taste like heaven. I could eat you out every single day and die a fucking happy man.”
If that isn’t worship, I don’t know what is. “Dario… please…”
To be fair, I don’t know what I’m pleading for, but he seems to understand. He plunges his tongue back inside me, swirling it with expert precision. I’m chained, unable to touch him or pull back, completely at his mercy.
He makes wet sounds as his tongue laps at my pussy. “Oh fuck… Dario… Dario…”
He groans as he fucks me with his tongue, reveling in my pleasure as much as I am in this awakening. Just when I start to feel the wave building, he increases his pace.
As skilled as his tongue is where he teases me, that’s not what takes me to the edge.
It’s the sight of his head nestled between my legs, watching the passion with which he unleashes each electrifying, violent stroke of his tongue.
He devours my pussy as if it’s the greatest privilege, and it’s that image that sends me spiraling over the edge.
“Ohhhh, fuck, Dario,” I moan, my words flowing long and melodic, as if I’m serenading him, crafting an anthem in his honor. It’s all the encouragement he needs to lift one hand and find my breast, cradling its fullness and pulling my nipple like a fucking handle.
“I want… to… I think I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me,” he commands, as if my body belongs to him and always has. “Come on my tongue… I want to drink all of your goddamn juice.”
That’s when I lose myself, spilling across his tongue. I scream his name as he continues to lap at me, and the orgasm washes over me, splendid in every way.
When I finally come back down to earth, he’s already standing, his expression stoic once more. He seems to be shifting back to the usual business, and in that moment, I start to question everything all over again.