Chapter 25
LORENZO
Mine.
I need to explore, to mark every inch of her as mine. To ensure no part of her is harmed after tonight, just so I can damage it myself.
Her small whimper destroys the last of any restraint I might have had. But her readiness for me, her neediness and demand for the same thing… I can’t deny either of us any longer.
My hand slides up her smooth leg, pushing the silk dress over her hips.
I match her feisty, insistent kisses. She’s quick to undo my belt and zipper, freeing my cock from its painful confines, and I straighten up to step out of my pants.
Lily sits up on her knees and bunches the bottom of her dress, trying to pull it up and over her shoulders.
“Let me,” I growl, wanting nothing more than to unwrap my own present. She pouts but does as she’s told. She always has in the bedroom; it’s the only time I can get the little brat to obey.
I replace her hands with mine, pulling the dress over her head, appreciating every inch of her I uncover. So fucking perfect. Tits that are just the right fit for my palms. Hips that demand my grip.
She reaches for my cock, but I let a disapproving grunt escape. Her pouty expression remains, but she leans back, sitting on her heels.
“Such a fucking good girl.” I twist her dress to create a makeshift rope. “But this will ensure you’re going to do as you’re told.”
“I—” Her mouth snaps shut, and I smirk, looming over her.
“I’m unsure if I should use this to tie your hands or use it as a gag so you’re not so tempted to talk.” I consider it. “Then again, I want to hear you screaming my name.”
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Hands up, sweetheart.”
I can tell she's nervous. I doubt any man has brought her to life in all the ways I want to acquaint her with.
I wrap the twisted silk of her dress around her wrists above her head, then trail my hand with a feather-light touch over her ribs and farther down, satisfied by her sharp, unsteady breaths.
“That's my good girl,” I praise as I run my fingers down her perfectly smooth body until I'm rubbing against her folds. She’s already needy for me, and I hook a finger into her pussy, satisfied with the way she wriggles around and accepts me.
I insert a second finger as I stretch out over her, kissing and worshiping her throat, reveling in the small noises that escape her. She’s already soaking wet for me, but I don’t know if it’s enough for her to accommodate the size of my cock.
“Fuck.” Her panted breaths sound as if she’s riding a high. “I want— You.”
I remove my fingers from her pussy and bring them around her throat. Her eyes widen, and I love the element of surprise, the split second of uncertainty that is then taken over by an unspoken trust.
A small squeal escapes her as I jerk her up by the silk restraint, bringing her to her feet next to the bed.
My cock presses against her stomach as I look down on her, deciding what I want to do.
A boat passing by on the water draws my attention to the patio outside my bedroom. Her gaze follows mine.
My cock strains, ready to be inside her. But I'm a disciplined man. My imaginings of what she feels like have been the only things to get me through these torturous weeks with her.
“Stay,” I command. Her nostrils flare, and I raise an eyebrow at her silent challenge. She nibbles at the inside of her cheek but doesn’t make a move. Good.
After rounding the bed, I open the top drawer of the nightstand to pull a condom out. I offer it to her, and those perfectly manicured fingers curl around it. She looks confused but doesn’t say anything.
I walk to the sliding glass doors and open them, stepping out onto the patio that overlooks the lapping water. The city lights twinkle in the distance, and the chilly air prickles against my skin as I turn to face her.
I lean against the waist-high glass railing. “Crawl to me, Sunshine.”
“E-excuse me?” she stutters.
A cruel smile stretches over my lips as I lean farther back, stretching my arms along the top of the railing. Will this be what pushes her too far?
“I—“ She looks shocked. “You’ve tied my hands. I can’t—”
“Are your knees broken?” I ask, watching her expectantly.
She scoffs. “What if someone sees us?”
I offer a casual shrug. Only she cares if she’s seen.
Ironic, considering I’m the one who hides in the shadows, but the moment the spotlight might be on her, she wants to hide away from it.
I fist my cock and begin to stroke myself as I admire her.
Standing only a few feet away, perfect hips and tits, her hands bound in front of her like a good fucking girl.
Slowly and elegantly, Lily drops to her knees, and like a moth to a flame, she shifts toward me, her bound hands in front of her.
When she comes to a stop in front of me, I reach out and twist her nipple.
She hisses under the intensity, but those blue eyes gleam with something a little more feral, something very unbefitting of my princess, and it's a warm welcome compared to what I’d usually expect from my woman.
“Do you want this cock stuffing your cunt?” I ask, stroking myself.
She bites the inside of her cheek as she nods eagerly, almost greedily.
I squeeze my cock hard, reminding myself I want to last throughout the night.
That’s the thing with this woman; my cock wants her more than any other pussy it’s been inside of.
And I know I’ll undoubtedly be fucked the moment I thrust into her, certain I’ll never be able to come back from it.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, and I reward her with a twist and pinch to the other nipple, forcing a curse out of her normally polite mouth.
“Then put the condom on so I can bend you over this railing and destroy that cunt of yours.”
“Do you have to be so vulgar?”
My smile stretches wider as I bend enough to cup her pussy.
She inhales sharply, and I rub between her folds.
“But you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.
You love it. Remove that posh little attitude when you’re on your knees in front of me, because the only thing your mouth is good for is sucking my cock. ”
“And kissing,” she adds.
She's still defiant, but I realize that more than anything, my Sunshine needs a connection.
I might not be a real boyfriend, but I can give and take a little, if only to coax out the brightest version of her.
I wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her, ever so slowly cutting off her air supply.
But she still eats away at me hungrily, letting me take and take like the good girl she is.
I bite her bottom lip and drag it through my teeth as I break the kiss and stare at her expectantly.
She brings her bound wrists to her mouth and rips at the condom wrapper, making quick work of it.
Then she kisses the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to lick up the pre-cum.
I hiss because this "innocent" woman knows exactly how to drive a man insane.
The thought of her with anyone else brings a feral part of me to the surface, mixing with the fear of losing her tonight.
Once she slides the condom on, I grab her by her restraints, jerking her up.
I spin her around, pressing her hips to the railing, forcing her to look out at the city she claims to love so much, the possibility of someone seeing us as I fuck her within an inch of her life only enhancing the encounter.
I sweep her hair to the side and then gently kiss down her neck, smirking with satisfaction as her pulse picks up when I line my cock with her wet little cunt. Her breath hitches, and I slowly nudge inside her, stretching her.
Her body stiffens, and I rest a hand on her hip, pulling her into me. I murmur encouraging words into her ear, doing everything in my power to restrain myself, giving her time to adjust before I turn into a madman.
I can’t explain why I’m offering her this mercy; she’s the only woman I’ve treated this way.
I jerk her backward, slamming her into me until I’m buried to the hilt, her tight walls squeezing my cock painfully hard.
“Fuck,” she curses.
“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” I ask as I slowly pull back out.
“Yes, but keep going,” she pleads as I use her hips to pull her back into me, our bodies slapping together.
I chuckle. “I never had any intention of stopping.”
I fuck her from behind, her bound hands coming to wrap around the back of my neck as she arches into me, as if using me as an anchor.
I pound into her, cursing silently at how incredible she feels. I pinch her nipple and then bring my hand down lower to rub and circle her clit.
“Oh, fuck me,” she moans.
Her pussy rewards me with wet sucking noises as the sound of the water lapping in the distance fades.
“Lorenzo.” Her voice trembles, and I know she’s close because her legs begin to quiver. But I’m not done with her. Not yet. I’m nothing if not a cruel man, letting her close to the edge, only to deny her—much like I'm doing to myself. I pull out of her and step back.
“You better not—” she begins, but I cut her off by angling her back and crushing my lips to hers, irritated by this ever-demanding mouth of hers.
She groans as I spin her to face me, pinning her back against the glass as I undo the binding on her wrists.
The moment I do, her sharp, manicured nails pierce my shoulders, and I pick her up by the ass.
Her legs naturally wrap around my waist, and one of her high heels, which she's had on this whole time, falls to the ground as I walk her over to the sunbed.
I impale her with my cock as I press her into the cushion.
I slam into her as the last of my control snaps, forcing guttural screams to rip out of her, satisfied that I’m marking her with my bruising grip.
Her nails dig into my back, clinging for dear life, as I fuck her into oblivion, my cock making its way home every time.
Home.
I jerk into her, biting into her neck as I come. The moment my teeth sink into her flesh, she curses and cries out, her pussy milking my cock and her legs trembling around my waist as she rides her own high.
I’m breathing heavily as I realize we’ve slowed into a steady rhythm as our hips meet.
I’m royally fucked because I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to let her go after this.
She’s like my perfect personal sex toy.
But beyond that, there's something I don’t want to acknowledge in any way. That brief flashing sense of home.