24. Twenty-Three
Twenty-Three
Sienna
D uring the drive home, I find myself mesmerized by the passing scenery outside the car’s window, yet my thoughts are firmly anchored on Fabrizio’s earlier words. They echo in my mind, each syllable laden with a weight that suggests deep contemplation. There was no doubt that his proclamation was delivered with meticulous forethought. The authenticity and earnestness of his words are as clear and irrefutable as the night sky. I’m torn, unable to decide whether they held the ominous undertone of a threat or the comforting assurance of a promise.
Lost in this mental tug-of-war, I barely notice the car coming to a halt. My reverie is broken only when the passenger door opens and Fabrizio extends his hand toward me. His touch is warm and inviting, and I place my hand in his, allowing him to assist me out of the vehicle. For a brief moment, we stand beside the car in a shared silence, the night air thick with unspoken words.
Then, with a tender yet firm gesture, he intertwines his fingers with mine and gently guides me toward the house. As we approach the door, I pause, causing Fabrizio to turn and face me, his eyebrow arched in silent inquiry.
“I just want to say… thank you,” I murmur softly, my voice carrying the sincerity of my emotions. “I had a wonderful night.”
A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans down, his breath warm against my skin. “The night’s not over yet,” he responds, his voice a tantalizing promise. For the umpteenth time tonight, his lips find mine, the kiss infused with a smile that speaks of mutual attraction and unspoken desires. We seem like magnets, irresistibly drawn to each other, unable to resist the palpable force between us.
“I sure hope so,” I whisper back.
Just then, the door to the house opens, and we pull apart. “Oh. Um—” Oliver stands there, stepping aside to hold the door open for us. His expression is a mix of surprise and amusement, clearly not expecting to see us locked in a passionate kiss like infatuated teenagers.
“Did everything go smoothly with the kids?” Fabrizio asks as we make our way inside, his tone shifting to one of concern and responsibility.
“They were absolute angels,” Oliver replies with a smile. “Now they’re upstairs fast asleep.”
“Good. You should go and rest too,” Fabrizio suggests, his voice gentle yet authoritative. Oliver nods, his gaze flickering between me and his employer, a glint of worry dancing in his eyes. As soon as he turns to leave, Fabrizio sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me in a bridal-style embrace. When he slides one arm around my waist and the other under the crook of my knees, gathering me effortlessly in his arms, I let out a little squeal. I instinctively wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and throw my head back, laughing with a mixture of surprise and delight.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathless.
“Taking you upstairs, directly into bed,” he replies, his tone filled with a blend of authority and tenderness. With a few long, determined strides, he carries me upstairs and into the bedroom, only letting me down when he’s standing right beside the bed. As soon as my feet touch the ground, he deftly pulls down the zipper of my dress, his fingers trailing a tantalizing path down my spine.
The light sensations of his touch on my skin send the most delicious shivers through my body, making my breath hitch. The straps of my dress slide down my arms, and once pulled over my hips, it slips down to the ground, leaving me in only my panties.
“Way better,” he comments, his eyes drinking in my current state of near-nakedness. I bite my lip, feeling a surge of desire as I ease my hands up his chest and push his suit jacket over his shoulders before loosening his silk tie and unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. Fabrizio watches me silently, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he takes, the intensity in his gaze making my pulse race.
As soon as his boxers glide to the floor, I wrap my hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my touch. He sucks in a breath, his fingers trailing down my arms, his eyes following his actions. When his gaze travels back up to my face, I see white-hot desire written all over his features, and I know exactly what he wants. And I crave to give it to him. As I let myself sink onto the mattress, Fabrizio’s erection right in front of my eyes, I lick my lips, my mouth dry with anticipation at the mere thought of tasting him.
The look on his face is all the invitation I need, and I do everything I can to keep my eyes on him while dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft. A bead of precum trickles from his slit, and he throws his head back with a roar as I let my tongue circle his head. I take my time, licking and sucking the tip of his cock, getting used to the feel of him, savoring the taste of him.
“Mmmh,” he moans, a deep, primal sound that sends a thrill through my body. A moment later, he is done letting me play and grabs my head, a hand on each side. He thrusts into my mouth and then further, over my tongue and down my throat. I sputter and gag at the sudden intrusion, my eyes watering slightly. As he pulls back and thrusts back in a second later, I swallow around his thickness, trying to get used to his size. He slips back out and thrusts back inside my mouth as he pleases, his movements becoming more urgent and demanding. When his cock swells while I lick and suck on it, I prepare for his load to shoot down my throat, but instead, he pulls out, leaving me gasping for breath.
“Lie down and spread your legs for me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. As I shift upward on the bed, positioning myself in the center of the mattress, I lean back onto my elbows to watch him intently. His eyes are sharp and focused, meticulously searching through the heap of discarded clothes scattered across the bedroom floor. “I said, lie down and spread your legs,” he repeats, his voice steady and commanding, sending a fresh wave of desire surging through my body like an electric current. Obediently, I lower my upper body onto the cool, inviting sheets, opening my legs and planting my feet firmly on the bed. The chill of the linen contrasts sharply with the heat of my skin. Fabrizio’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath heavy with anticipation as he gazes down at me. He drags his tongue slowly across his lips, his gaze dropping to my slickened core.
There is no doubt that he can see how aroused I am, my body yearning for his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. A flush of embarrassment creeps up my neck as I battle the instinct to cover myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating gaze. Before I can even contemplate moving from my position, Fabrizio climbs onto the bed with a sense of purpose that makes my breath catch. My eyes are drawn to the tie in his hand, the soft material gliding through his fingers as he moves up my body. Each movement is deliberate and confident, exuding a controlled power that makes my skin tingle with anticipation. A new rush of excitement and molten heat shoots through me, igniting every nerve ending.
“Give me your hands,” he commands, his tone gentle yet imbued with authority. Without a second thought, I extend my wrists to him. With expert precision, he wraps the soft fabric of the tie around them, securing them until I can no longer move. The sensation of the silky material against my skin heightens my awareness of every touch.
He ties the other end of the tie to the headboard, restricting my movements entirely and leaving me at his mercy. I watch his every move with a mix of fascination and growing desire, my breath hitching in my throat as I anticipate what he will do next. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning over me with intensity. “Even more so when you are tied up and completely at my mercy.”
My lips part, yet no words escape—only a soft, helpless moan slips out as he begins his sensual assault, kissing, nibbling, and licking every inch of my skin, igniting fires wherever his lips touch. His gentle pecks trace along my jawline, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. Slowly, he drags his lips down the length of my body, each kiss a spark that sets my nerves alight with anticipation until his mouth hovers tantalizingly close to my core. The sensation of his hot breath against my most sensitive area makes me arch my back instinctively, desperate to feel his mouth on me.
“Stay still for me, will you?” he murmurs. “Or do I have to tie your legs up too?” I ball my bound hands into fists as his tongue swirls over my clit, then circles around it with deliberate, teasing motions.
“Yes. No. Please,” I stutter incoherently, my words a jumble of desperate pleas as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me helpless and moaning, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations.
“So good,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against my heated flesh, before plunging his tongue inside me.
“Oh,” I moan. “Oh, fuck.” The sheer excitement takes command of my body, and I spread my legs wider, craving more of the exquisite torment he is giving me. “Please. I—”
“Almost there,” he chuckles, his tone filled with a playful promise, as he swirls his tongue around my bud repeatedly before sucking it gently between his teeth. The pressure inside me builds, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me. Just as I teeter on the brink of ecstasy, he stops, dragging his lips along the inside of my thigh, the brief respite only serving to heighten my anticipation and need. When his lips close around my clit again, sucking on it with renewed intensity, I can’t hold back any longer. A delicious orgasm surges through my body, leaving me breathless and my legs quivering. My senses are overwhelmed by the pleasure, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
Fabrizio relinquishes my clit, his lips and tongue resuming their exploration of my body. He trails kisses from my belly to my breasts, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. His mouth reaches mine, and he whispers, “I can’t wait to be inside you,” his voice thick with unrestrained passion. The thick, round head of his cock presses against my entrance, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he buries himself completely within me. My scream of ecstasy is swallowed by Fabrizio’s lips crashing down on mine, our mouths moving in a fervent kiss. My muscles stretch around his substantial shaft, then tighten, desperate to keep him there. But he pulls back almost entirely before plunging forward again, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I draw my knees up higher, allowing him to penetrate me deeper.
“Fuck. Sienna,” Fabrizio groans into my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. Our tongues entwine, and we both moan into the kiss, the intensity of our connection amplifying the pleasure. Each thrust is more forceful and deeper than the last, driving me closer to the brink. I tug on the tie securing my hands above my head, desperate to touch him, to run my fingers through his dark hair.
“Oh. Ah,” I cry into his mouth, the warmth inside me spreading lower, growing more intense with every movement.
The world around me blurs as I push against Fabrizio’s hold, reaching a shattering climax on his cock. The intensity of my orgasm leaves me gasping for breath, but Fabrizio doesn’t pause. He fucks me faster and harder, chasing his own release. A low growl escapes his lips as he shudders, his cock twitching inside me before he fills me with his hot cum. He draws in heavy breaths, his eyes still dark with desire as he gazes into my face, the connection between us palpable and electrifying. As soon as he slips out of me, a warm sensation follows as his cum spills out, slickening the skin between my legs.
Fabrizio gently rolls off me, his movements slow and deliberate, before pulling me closer into his embrace. His hot, ragged breath grazes my face, a tangible reminder of our recent passion. Lazily, he drags his fingers across my flat stomach, each touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. A contented sigh escapes my lips as he continues to caress my body with soft, tingly strokes, lingering in the aftermath of our intimacy.
He reaches above me, his movements confident and efficient, undoing my bounds with three swift moves. As soon as my hands are free from the headboard, he pulls me into a tight, reassuring embrace. His lips press tenderly to the top of my head, and I nuzzle my face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. Though the sex was mind-blowing, lying here in his arms feels even more extraordinary, a moment of pure connection and peace. Our naked bodies entwined, skin against skin, I realize there is nowhere else I would rather be.
I tilt my head back, pressing my lips to his jaw, my eyes searching his face for any hint of what he might be thinking. His eyes meet mine, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“What?” he asks, his voice soft and curious.
“Nothing. I’m just feeling spent.” I let out a sigh, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation of being held so securely.
“Hmm,” he hums, the left side of his mouth curling up in a smirk. He tilts his head, pressing his mouth to mine in a kiss that is both tender and electrifying. As I let my eyes roam his face once again, I notice a transformation. His otherwise hard features have softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability shining through, much like the way he looks when he’s with his children. The thought sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. For a second, I question the thought; maybe I just imagined it. Maybe it is just wishful thinking. But as I look into his eyes, I can’t shake the feeling that tonight, the wall he built around himself has finally crumbled away, revealing the man inside. It feels as though, for the first time, he’s allowed me a glimpse of who he really is, and the intimacy of that moment is more powerful than anything we’ve shared before.