Chapter 35
Lorenzo
T he sensation of wetness coating my cock drags me from the de pths of unconsciousness. For a disorienting moment, rage ignites—a violent impulse to destroy whoever dares to touch me without permission. Then my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Piper. My toy.
Her head bobbing between my thighs, moonlight catching on the curve of her cheek, the hollow of her throat. The rage doesn’t dissipate; it mutates, coiling into something equally dark but infinitely more pleasurable.
My hand moves without thought, fingers tangling in her hair, silken strands knotting around my knuckles like nooses.
I want to yank her head back hard, to tear a gasp from her throat.
Instead, I pull slowly, savoring the stretch of her neck, the power trembling under my palm as her mouth slides off with a delicious pop.
Her lips are swollen and glistening in the half-light. There’s a small string of saliva trailing from her bottom lip to the tip of my dick. The sight makes my cock jerk against her cheek.
“Why did you stop me?” she pouts, looking up at me through long lashes, defiance blazing in her eyes.
“Having fun, Toy?” My voice scrapes out of me like it’s been dragged over broken glass, thick with sleep and want.
The smile that curves her lips is pure sin. “I wanted to see if you’d like it,” she breathes against my skin. “And I was curious.”
I loosen my grip on her hair, not holding her in place anymore, just maintaining contact. “Curious about what?”
She laughs huskily. “I wanted to know how you felt when you did it to me. I wanted to… play.”
The admission makes me groan. “Don’t let me stop you, then.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth descen ds again, and this time I watch as her lips stretch around my girth, the hollow of her cheeks as she sucks, the flutter of her eyelids when I hit the back of her throat. Every detail burns itself into my memory like a brand.
The room is hushed around us, the only sounds are her wet, greedy slurping and my ragged breathing.
“Fuuuck!” My eyes roll back in my head in pure pleasure.
The day I broke in and spanked her comes to mind. She wasn’t kidding when she told me I had no idea how talented her mouth is. Fuck, this is so much better than any other blowjob she’s given me. The best part is she initiated it this time. My toy taking what she wants.
“That’s it,” I murmur, feeling the vibration of her moan travel through me, into my spine, igniting every nerve ending. “Look at you, you’re so beautiful when you’re slurping all over my dick.”
As her hand comes up to cradle my balls, I tense my thighs, fighting the urge to thrust. Her rhythm grows confident, one hand wrapped around what she can’t fit in her mouth, the other still teasing lower, fingertips pressing against sensitive skin.
She’s learning how to read me, how to interpret the tensing of my abs, the flex of my thighs, the tightening of my hand in her hair.
Heat builds at the base of my spine, pressure coiling tighter with each downstroke. I could come like this—I want to come like this, making her take everything I have to give.
But there’s hunger in her eyes that tells me she has other plans.
So I let her explore, my restraint a gift I’ve never given anyone else.
Her eyes never leave mine, as her tongue traces along the sensitive underside.
She’s studying me, learning me, the same way I’ve been learning her all these months.
The realization sends a fresh surge of heat through me. My toy isn’t just servicing me, not just sating her curiosity. She’s collecting information, ammunition for later. The thought should anger me, but instead, pride blooms beneath my ribs.
She’s becoming exactly what I knew she could be. Dangerous. Mine.
My breath catches as she takes me deeper than before, her throat working around the tip. I want to grab her skull and hold her there, feel her choke, feel her gag around me. Instead, my fists knot the sheets beside me, forcing myself to endure her mercy.
“Fuck. Piper.” Her answering hum of satisfaction vibrates through me, and I know I’m close. Too close. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
The coil of pleasure tightens to near-breaking, and I realize this isn’t how I want this to end. Not with her mouth, as perfect as it is. I want to be inside her wet cunt, need to feel her take all of me.
Before pleasure can overtake me, she’s moving, crawling up my body with feline grace, her knees bracketing my hips. No hesitation in her movements, no asking permission.
She positions herself above me, one hand reaching between us to grasp my dick, guiding the head to her entrance. It’s damn near impossible not to seize her hips, to slam her down onto me and take what’s mine.
Our eyes lock as she sinks down, impaling herself on me with a hiss of satisfaction that sounds like victory. “Mhmm, you’re so deep inside me,” she moans. The sound burns hotter than any prayer I’ve ever heard.
“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is husky with want.
Adjusting herself, she leans slightly forward, splaying her palms on my chest, fingers digging into the muscle like she’s anchoring herself—or pinning me down.
“Whatever I want,” she smirks. “It’s my time to explore.”
With each word, she presses her nails deeper into me, creating small crescent moon indents in my skin that I hope will scar. I want her marks all over me, proof that this happened, that she chose this.
“Yes, it is,” I agree. “Take what you need, baby.”
She begins to move, slow and devastating, her body rising and falling with a measured pace that speaks of exploration rather than desperation. Each downstroke takes me deeper, her inner walls gripping me like they never want to let go.
Every time she sinks down, it shreds another layer of my control. I want to buck up into her, brutal and deep, make her scream my name until her voice breaks.
The sight of her above me, moonlight painting her skin silver in between the shadows, head thrown back in pleasure she’s orchestrating herself—it’s almost too much to absorb.
The ridge of my cock drags against her inner walls as she rises, almost releasing me before sinking back down with a soft gasp that I feel in my marrow.
Tonight, my toy’s taking what she wants, and I would let her carve me open for it if she asked. Fuck, I hope she asks. Her tits sway with the movement, nipples hard in the cool night air.
A roll of her hips has us both groaning. The sound tears from my throat unbidden, honest in a way I’m rarely allowed to be. It takes everything in me not to thrust up into her heat. I deliberately fold my arms behind my head, pillowing it, making a show of my surrender.
I drink in every detail of her pleasure; the flush spreading across her chest, the way her teeth dig into her lower lip when I hit a spot that makes her shudder. The subtle changes in her breathing that telegraph how close she is, how much she’s enjoying using me like this.
A bead of sweat trails between her breasts, and I follow its path with hungry eyes. She’s exquisite in her determination, her thighs trembling slightly with exertion but never faltering. Pride swells in my chest—look what I’ve created, look what I’ve unleashed.
Piper moans with satisfaction as she bends forward, the angle shifting, taking me deeper. Her mouth finds mine, not asking but demanding, her tongue stroking against mine in a mimicry of what our bodies are doing below.
Her teeth graze my bottom lip just before she bites down, hard enough that I feel the skin split, copper blooming on my tongue. I growl at the unexpected pain, and my cock pulses inside her in response.
She pulls back just enough to watch my reaction, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous and new. My blood stains her mouth like war paint, and something primal claws free inside me, wild and worshipful.
“Are you branding me, Toy?”
The smile she gives me is nothing short of wicked, a queen accepting tribute. She licks the blood from her lip, never breaking eye contact. “Maybe,” she hums, hips grinding down, locking me inside her like a death grip. “Is that a problem?”
I could flip her now, remind her who she belongs to. But her confidence, her audacity—it’s intoxicating. Instead, I reach up, finally touching her, thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling the shiver that runs through her entire body.
“No,” I reply simply. “You were made for me, baby, and it’s about time you take what’s yours.” I pinch one peak between my fingers, rolling it until she gasps and arches into me.
She moves faster, taking me deeper, her body demanding everything I have to give. And I give it to her—my stillness, my patience, my savage appreciation of every undulation of her hips, every moan that falls from those bloodstained lips.
Fuck, I love the way she’s using me. She’s becoming more mine with every bounce on my cock. Then she slams down hard, her eyes blazing, her breath hot against my mouth.
“I have questions,” Piper growls, grinding down until my vision goes white. “And if you want to come tonight, Enzo, you’ll answer every one of them. Honestly.”
If there was ever any doubt as to whether or not my perfect toy belongs to me, it’s gone. This proves that she’s my equal. My everything.
This has to be what love feels like, because I want nothing more than to fall to my knees for this woman.
“You can ask me anything,” I rasp.