Chapter 22 Massimo
Massimo
The minute those words leave her lips her destiny is sealed.
It should have been sealed with that kiss, but still I gave her the opportunity to turn me down.
Maybe I didn’t tell Sophia, but I gave her a chance to let the idea resonate, and for her to run the other way.
Not literally of course. But any sign at all that she didn’t want to play, didn’t want to be part of our sick little game.
But my little kitten has claws of her own, and no matter the rationale, two people drawn to each other in this way were meant to play.
I roll her over, my cock hard and throbbing against her heat as I capture her lips in a kiss, exploring the depths of her sweetness as though my very life depends on it.
She winds her hands in my hair, tugging gently as her nails rake over the sensitive flesh of my neck and over my scalp.
Sophia couldn’t be more fucking perfect if she tried, especially when her hips raise on their own accord, eager for my cock to penetrate her creamy heat.
But I’m not near done teasing and tormenting my little captive.
I reach for the soft cuffs in the drawer next to the bed and slip them over her wrists, watching Sophia for signs of distress.
Her eyes are anything but fearful, filled instead with a haziness and lust that makes me want to do the filthiest things to her in the dirtiest of ways.
And I intend to do just that in the coming days.
My little kitten likes her cuffs, she likes being restrained. The minute I tighten her restraints and affix them to the D rings of the bed, she tests their strength and swallows daintily. “Looks like I’m at your mercy now,” she whispers.
I take full advantage, kissing her mouth while playing with her erect little tips, nipping and sucking to make her writhe and squirm, all the while intending to set her afire as I lick the soft flesh of her belly and then below. The minute I reach her center her legs tense, tightening.
I smirk, knowing damn well that she’s still sensitive after her orgasms in the pool, but she’s had enough when I say she has, and I’m hardly done with her at all. I kiss her mound, and stroke a tongue over her clit, relishing in the way she shivers on the end of my tongue.
That’s the stuff dreams are made of and I’ll be keeping that in my memories for years to come right along with everything else about this little kitten. But she should learn now that she’ll need sustained stamina when in bed with me, and her pleasure will at times be hard for her to endure even.
I smile, stroking a finger down her inner thigh, parting her legs as I kiss her delicate flesh until I reach the gentle slope of her calf, kissing the tender flesh while encircling her ankle with my cuffs.
“What are you doing?” she asks dreamily.
“That’s so you can’t run away from your pleasure, kitten. So you can’t pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, even when it’s on the precipice of pain. You’ll have to absorb it all, every single lick, touch, and caress over your sensitive clit.”
“I’m so sensitive still.”
It’s hard not to smirk. “I know, kitten. You’re going to be a lot more sensitive,” I tell her, sliding between her legs to watch as I lick her exposed center, taking great pleasure as her eyes roll back and her hips shift with each and every lick.
“Say my name, kitten.”
“Oh, my god.”
“Close, but that’s not it.”
She shakes that pretty little head and I slip a finger into her slit, sliding it through her velvet, and caressing her G spot on the upward stroke.
Her hips rise straight up, as far as they can go with the binds I’ve placed her in.
I know fucking well that my name is on the tip of her tongue, but she fights it with everything she has, her resolve to win this match equal to my own.
“Say my name, kitten,” I murmur against the heat of her flesh.
Still she doesn’t say a coherent word. “Oh my…” she says and then lets the rest just float away as though she didn’t start a sentence at all.
I kiss her pussy and then sit up, stroking myself as she watches me roll on the condom.
No matter that I haven’t been with anyone since the last clean test. Her mouth opens in that little o shape as I stroke her clit with the end of my dick.
That face, that look, is all that I can fucking take.
I plunge deep, one long thrust that drives right to the very end of her sweet, soft, and velvety hole.
Sophia moans, her head lolling from side to side, her hips raising to meet me stroke for stroke as our desire builds.
The only time I stop is to uncuff her ankles, letting her drag them around my waist, bending her almost in half as I drive deeper and deeper until both of us are coming over the edge with such force that I see blind white spots before we’re completely spent.
I roll with her, still keeping us joined as one, cradling her body as we catch our breath and slowly begin to calm.
Never has it fucking been like this before.
If I thought I was screwed before, I know it with certainty now.
But yet, my little kitten is stronger than she looks.
Even as she lies sated in my arms, the enemy won’t relent and say my name.
No matter, I’d make that bet again and again to see the look of desire and pure satisfaction shining in her eyes.
Sophia shifts and I pull out, tying off the condom and disposing of it in the garbage at the side of the bed.
Her eyes meet mine. That awkward time when neither person usually knows what to say, yet with her, I’m not looking for a reason to send her home, or to be on my own.
Instead, I lean down and stroke a finger over her lips.
“Go shower. I’ll prepare us some lunch and take one after you, kitten.
You need nourishment for what I have planned for you today. ”
She smiles a gentle smile and slides from the bed, slipping into the robe before padding across my bedroom and disappearing through the door.
Another first. Not one woman has been in this bed or shared my bathroom and shower.
I don’t know what possessed me to bring her here, maybe because I already know this is different, knew from the first time I saw her light on that dance floor that she was different, perhaps even that she was meant for me, to bring a light into the dark.
But even I wasn’t prepared for the earth-shaking power being together with her brought.
I tug on a pair of pants and put together a plate of fruit and sandwiches, waiting for her to shower.
A little while later Sophia walks out in a short sundress and sandals, and no matter that she didn’t say my name, I am more determined than ever that we will find a way forward. Enemies and forbidden lovers be damned.
She smiles at me so angelic; no one would know what a little hellcat she is in bed.
Even when she’s tied up and at my mercy she’s so fucking responsive.
Sophia grins, sliding a hand over her hips.
“Elsie has good taste in clothes, or did you pick this dress out too?” she asks, pouring herself a sangria from the fresh pitcher at the bar.
“I picked it out myself.” I gesture to the drink.
“While it’s not too strong, you should eat something beforehand.
All you’ve had all day was breakfast. I’m positive we wore that off hours ago.
” I gesture to the plate on the table. “Start without me, I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll be back. ”
It takes mere minutes to rinse off, but even the scent of my soap cannot mask the smell of her. It’s like she’s permeated every sense. I dry off, slide into a pair of shorts, and go barefoot to find her nibbling on some fruit while looking out to sea.
She turns, sensing me. “It’s so beautiful.
I’ve lived here all my life, but yet, I don’t think I ever fully saw the beauty in front of me until now.
No wonder you love to be on the yacht and live here on the coast,” she says, as I slide behind her and pull her into my arms turning her up for a kiss.
“You’re beautiful. Now come and eat. You didn’t need to wait for me,” I tell her noticing her sandwich without a bite.
She shrugs. “My mind was wandering but I am absolutely ravenous now.”
I smirk, taking a sip of the sangria to wash down a bite of sandwich. I’m ravenous too, but hungry for something completely different from the food on my plate. She feels my eyes on her body and her cheeks flush a pretty little pink.
“Eat,” I tell her, picking up a piece of her sandwich and putting it to her lips.
She takes a small bite, eyes shining with embarrassment while my dick gets hard as she suckles the morsel from my hands.
Fucking perfect, and I plan to show her just how compatible and perfect we are together all afternoon long.
The minute we’re out of the shower for the second time today and she’s dressed, I take her hand not wanting her to miss the beautiful coastline at this time of the day.
“The sun will be going down shortly, let’s eat out on the deck. It’s beautiful when the sun sets over the Atlantic coast. I can get us something from the galley.”
Sophia leans down and kisses my neck. “Let me, Massimo. You’ve been taking care of me all day. I’m pretty sure I can find my way around the kitchen.”
My gaze trails the length of her. “I have no doubt that you can find your way around anything, kitten.”