Chapter 13 - Van #2
I drag ice down her sternum, watching water droplets trail between her breasts. "More what, princess?"
"More of your hands on me, Sir. More of everything."
Christ. The breathless need in her voice sends heat straight through me. My cock is rock hard now, straining against my zipper as I alternate ice and warm touches across her skin.
"Like this?" I drag the ice around her nipple without touching it directly, then follow with my tongue, licking away the cold water.
She practically convulses against the restraints. "Yes, fuck, yes Sir."
I continue the torture, ice and tongue and fingers, until she's writhing against the bench. Her pussy is glistening wet, lips parted and swollen with arousal.
"Sir, please," she gasps when I trace ice around her other nipple. "I need…"
"You need what I give you," I correct, but there's no harshness in it. I slide my hand down her body, fingers finding the heat between her legs. She's soaked, slick with arousal. "Nothing more, nothing less."
When I press against her clit with two fingers, she cries out, straining against the cuffs. Her pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"This helps you," she whispers during a pause, somehow understanding. "Being in control like this."
Smart girl. She sees how commanding her responses quiets the chaos in my head.
"It helps both of us," I tell her, sliding two fingers inside her wet heat without warning. "You bloom under my control, princess. And I find peace in yours."
She's tight, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vice. I curl them forward, finding that spot that makes her moan, while my thumb works her clit in steady circles.
"Oh fuck, Van, Sir, I'm going to…"
"Not yet." I slow my movements, keeping her right on the edge. "You ask permission first."
"Please." The word comes out broken, desperate. "Please, Sir, may I come?"
I increase the pressure, fingers working inside her while my thumb circles her clit faster. "Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
Her orgasm tears through her with an intensity that surprises us both, her whole body trembling against the restraints as she screams my name. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, soaking my hand with her release.
But I'm not done with her yet.
While she's still trembling from her first orgasm, I strip off my shirt and pants, freeing my aching cock. It's hard as steel, the head already slick with precum from watching her come apart.
"Color, sunshine?" I ask, positioning myself between her spread thighs.
"Green," she gasps, still boneless from her release. "So fucking green."
I grip my cock, stroking slowly as I take in the sight of her - bound, blindfolded, pussy still glistening from her orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you now. Hard. Until you come on my cock."
She moans at my words, hips lifting slightly in invitation. The movement makes her breasts bounce, nipples still hard from the ice play.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. She's still sensitive from her orgasm, gasping at the contact.
"Look at how wet you are for me," I growl, pressing forward just enough to stretch her entrance. "Your pussy is practically begging for my cock."
"Please, Sir," she whispers. "I need you inside me."
I push forward in one smooth stroke, burying myself completely in her tight heat. The sensation tears a groan from my chest - she feels fucking perfect around me, like her pussy was made for my cock.
"Fuck, you're tight," I grit out, giving her a moment to adjust. "So fucking perfect."
She's gripping me like a vice, her inner muscles fluttering around my length. When I start to move, setting a rhythm that has the bench creaking beneath us, she meets me stroke for stroke.
"Harder," she demands, nails digging into her palms since her hands are restrained. "I won't break, Sir."
I grip her hips, angling her to take me deeper.
The new position makes her cry out as I hit that spot that has her walls clenching around me.
My control frays with each thrust, animal instinct taking over.
I reach out and slap her lightly on her hip, watching her face carefully for her reaction. Her lips part in shock.
"Color?"
"Green, green, green," she moans like a mantra, and I slap her again, harder this time.
"You feel so fucking good," I growl, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "So fucking tight around my cock."
She meets me thrust for thrust, taking everything I give and demanding more. Even blindfolded, she somehow finds my rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
"That's it," I rasp, pressing my thumb against her clit as I fuck her. "Take my cock like a good girl."
"Oh god, Van, Sir, I'm close again…"
"Not yet, greedy girl." I slow my thrusts, keeping her right on the edge while my cock throbs inside her. "You come when I say."
I can feel my own orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of my spine. But I want her to fall apart first, want to feel her pussy clench around me as she comes.
I increase my pace, thumb working her clit in tight circles while my cock drives deep with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, along with her desperate moans.
"Please, Sir," she begs, her voice breaking. "Please."
"Now," I command, pressing down hard on her clit. "Come for me, Carmela."
Her second orgasm rips through her, her back arching off the bench as she screams. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, milking me with rhythmic pulses that push me over the edge.
My own release tears through me with brutal intensity, more powerful than anything I've felt in years. I bury myself deep inside her as I come, filling her with hot spurts of cum while her pussy continues to pulse around me.
For long moments, we stay joined, both breathing hard, neither willing to break the connection.
My cock is still semi-hard inside her, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.
Then, reluctantly, I slide out of her slowly.
I remove her blindfold first, checking her eyes for any signs of distress.
Then the cuffs, massaging her wrists where faint marks remain.
Soft blanket around her shoulders, water to rehydrate, gentle touches to bring her back to herself. I check her pulse points, monitoring her recovery.
"How do you feel?" I ask, cataloging every response.
"Amazing." She curls against my chest, still boneless from her releases. "Like I could do that every day for the rest of my life."
Something twists in my chest at those words. This was supposed to be about duty - protecting her, fulfilling my obligation to the Rosettis. But somewhere between her first surrender and feeling her pussy clench around my cock, duty evolved into something far more dangerous.
Obsession.
I want to possess her completely. Not just sexually, though Christ knows I want her body in every way possible. I want to own her smiles, her thoughts, her future. I want the Rosetti name that comes with her, the family power, the resources that will help me protect what's mine. I want it all.