38. This is madness
THIRTY-EIGHT
THIS IS MADNESS
Lake
Alessio holds up a piece of leather clothing. At first, I think it’s a corset, but when Alessio picks me up, then sits me down on the bathroom counter, I frown, thinking I’m wrong.
He taps his belly. “Put your feet here.”
I rest my soles on his belly and curl my toes over his hard muscles as they shift under my feet while Alessio laces the leather piece over my legs from the ankle to the knee.
“It’s not a corset?” I ask.
He looks up. “Do you like corsets?”
“I’ve never worn one.”
“Maybe next time,” he says. “This is a leg binder.” Alessio secures the leather piece that now traps my legs.
“Too tight?”
“No.”
He runs his palms over the binding. I can tell he’s turned on by the restraints that he put on me. A spark of excitement develops in my lower belly when I try to part my knees but can’t. “Like a mermaid.”
Alessio smiles and carries me into the bedroom, then stands by the bed, where he grips himself and strokes. “Perch on the bed, mermaid.”
Slowly, I sit on the mattress and swing my legs up. I wiggle my feet, really turned on that I can’t get more comfortable. I rest my hands over his thighs and open my mouth.
Alessio shoves his fat cock into my mouth and plugs my nose while his cock blocks my airway. Out of breath, I tap his thigh, and he pulls back.
His eyes burn with arousal. I do all I can to hold his thigh and not fall as he grabs my head and moves his hips rapidly. Once I gag and produce tears, he gets even more turned on. Just when I think he’ll come in my mouth, he pulls back.
Alessio flips me around, lifts my ass, and spanks me. It’s not hard, just hard enough to turn me on. He spreads my ass cheeks, and then his mouth is on my swollen clit, and again, Alessio eats me out like my vagina is his favorite pie.
I don’t know who’s moaning louder, me or him. This time, instead of pushing back against his mouth, I surrender completely. I close my eyes and reach a space in my head that’s tranquil and peaceful, even as his tongue flicks over my clit, even as his finger prods my back hole.
I bet he knows I’m close.
Alessio bites my butt cheek, then sucks the spot really hard, surely producing a hickey.
“Yes,” I whisper, not that he needs permission or encouragement.
He flips me onto my back and bends over me to drop a kiss on my mouth. “You’re the sweetest,” he says and rubs his wet lips over mine.
I lick my lips and taste myself. I wouldn’t say I taste sweet, but if he thinks so, by all means, Alessio is right.
Standing at the end of the bed, he picks up my legs. Instinctively, I want to spread them and fit him between my thighs, but I can’t because of the restraints. Alessio controls everything, and I enjoy controlling nothing, not even my body.
Alessio smirks. “What’s the matter?” He pulls me to the edge of the mattress and lifts my bottom enough to line it up with his cock. “Here you go, my sweet. You’ve earned a nice fucking.”
Since my legs are forced closed, when Alessio starts to penetrate, his fat cock needs room it doesn’t quite have. This means he slowly stretches me as he fills me, until he sinks deep inside me. There he remains for a beat, and both of us sigh blissfully.
The most beautiful part of being fucked by Alessio is the experience of total surrender that washes over me as I release all the power to him, as I let him completely use my body and occupy my thoughts.
Alessio pulls back, and I beg him to stay in me. He secures my legs with one arm and holds them near one shoulder while his other hand grips my bottom. The leg binder restraining my movements and his touching it, holding my legs while he screws me, serves as a reminder he’s in control.
I’m wet and full and reaching for something to grasp with my hands. I find the sheets and dig my fingers into them as an orgasm hits me hard.
I forget myself and scream his name. He comes inside me at the same time.
It takes us a full minute to recover. Well, him, not me. I’m just lying there, without a care in the world, my brain free of thoughts, my heart free of guilt. Mentally, I float out of my body.
Drool spills from the corner of my mouth. Being Alessio’s pet is a drug. This here, this feeling when I’m floating on air, is addictive. I take a deep breath and sigh dreamily. Then I hear something pop.
With great effort, I turn my head to see a pen cap sticking out of Alessio’s mouth. He’s holding a marker and lowering it over my belly. I let him write on me. I trust it’s something he wants to see on my body that will turn him on. I can work with that. I can work with anything Alessio brings to the table. Anything at all.
This man enjoys control in and out of the bedroom. I would never want to change that because the part of him that naturally exerts control over himself and his environment is also the part of him that keeps his family safe. If control is his biggest flaw, and he’s openly shown me what he likes and dislikes, then my choice becomes easy. I can either take him as he is or not.
When I recognize that surrendering to Alessio is a dream come true for me, when it hits me that this is the kind of man I could spend my life with, I start to cry.
Alessio kisses my ankle. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Alessio withdraws from me and leaves for the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth and wipes me, then lets me get my emotions under control while he takes off the restraints and puts them away. He grabs his T-shirt and scoops me, then helps me sit up in the bed. He dresses me in his T-shirt and my underwear.
Alessio gets in bed and presses me against his body, my front to his front. He kisses me as if his life depends on it. And as we’re kissing, I realize I might never get to do this again. Now I need more. I slip off my panties.
He says no.
I protest because I need him to make love to me. I am a selfish, terrible person, and I want him to make love to me. Really make love to me.
Alessio gets the idea, lies between my legs, and thrusts inside me again. He moves slowly, and as he makes love to me, I tuck my nose into the crook of his neck.
“Alessio, I love you. I love you so much that I think it might be madness. And I can’t stop.”
“That is also good to know,” he says.