Chapter 22 #2
"So impatient," he chuckles, one hand sliding between my legs from behind. "But look how wet you are. Fuck, princess, you're soaked."
His fingers part my folds, exploring my slick heat, and I cry out as he finds my clit. He circles it with maddening lightness, building the pressure without giving me enough to come.
"Van, please," I beg, my hips trying to follow his retreating touch. "Don't tease me."
"I'll touch you however I want," he says, his voice full of dark promise. "You gave me control, remember? Your pleasure belongs to me now."
He moves in front of me again, his fingers still glistening with my arousal. When he brings them to his mouth, tasting me, I nearly come undone just watching.
"Sweet," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. "But I want more."
He drops to his knees between my spread legs, his breath hot against my inner thighs. The first touch of his tongue to my pussy makes us both groan: me from the intense pleasure, him from my taste flooding his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste incredible," he growls against my wet flesh. "I could eat this sweet little cunt all day."
He works me with his tongue, long strokes that have me writhing in the restraints. When he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, I scream his name, the sound echoing off the bedroom walls.
"That's it," he encourages, adding two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its assault. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."
His fingers curve forward, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, while his mouth works my clit with devastating precision. The combination has me climbing fast, my whole body pulling taut as the orgasm builds.
"I'm going to come," I gasp, my voice breaking on the words. "Oh God, Van, I'm going to…"
"Not yet," he says, pulling away just as I'm about to fall over the edge. "Not until I say you can."
I sob with frustration, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for the release he just denied me. He stands, his lips and chin shiny with my arousal, looking devastatingly satisfied with my desperation.
"Please," I beg, tears of need actually forming in my eyes. "Please let me come."
"You'll come on my cock," he says, positioning himself at my entrance. "You'll come when I'm buried so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin."
The head of his cock nudges against my opening, teasing me with the promise of fullness. I'm so wet that when he finally pushes forward, he slides in easily despite his size, stretching me perfectly.
"Christ, you feel incredible," he groans, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. "So tight and wet. This pussy was made for my cock."
He gives me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips as we both savor the connection.
Then he begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me crying out with each thrust. The angle of the restraints means he hits that perfect spot inside me every time, building my arousal back to that desperate peak.
"Harder," I beg, needing more, needing everything. "Please, fuck me harder."
He complies, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the restraint system creak. Each thrust drives him deeper, and I can feel him hitting my cervix, the slight pain mixing with pleasure in the most incredible way.
"You like it rough?" he growls, one hand moving up to grip my throat lightly. "Like me fucking this tight little pussy hard?"
"Yes," I gasp, the pressure on my throat making everything more intense. "I love it. I love how you fuck me."
His other hand finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts, and I feel that familiar tension building again. This time when the orgasm approaches, he doesn't stop me.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. "Come all over my cock, Carmela. Show me how good I make you feel."
The permission combined with his relentless assault on my senses sends me flying. My orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I scream his name. The intensity is almost too much, wave after wave of pleasure making my vision blur.
"Fuck yes," he groans, feeling me clench around him. "That's my good girl. Milk my cock with that perfect little cunt."
He fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I'm sobbing with over-sensitization. Then his rhythm falters, his grip on my hips tightening as he chases his own release.
"I'm going to fill you up," he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to pump this pussy full of my cum."
"Please," I whisper, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss. "I want it. I want all of you."
With a final deep thrust, he buries himself completely and comes hard, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his release. The warmth spreading inside me triggers another small orgasm, my pussy fluttering around him as we both shake with the intensity.
My strength shows through submission, his healing happens through dominance, and together we've created something deeper than debt or protection or even family obligations. We've created us.