20. Alessia
Chapter twenty
Alessia
I ’m speechless. How can he really say that if he were to love me, he would never be able to stop?
He’s wrong. Trust and love are the same. They take years to build and have to be earned, and they most definitely can be broken. Once broken, they take several lifetimes to fix.
“Now, no more talking, gattina . Or I’ll have to put a gag on you.”
And now I’m back to being bitter. Tying me up is one thing, but gagging me? The repercussions of that would be calamitous.
His fingers continue to thrust in and out of me as he teases me with light kisses to my pussy. He’s already dissolving my refusal. I want him to devour my pussy and then fuck me. But he said this is a punishment. What if my punishment is this? To have me begging and pleading with him to get me off in one way or another? Damnit, that would be a suitable punishment. Turning me into a needy little bitch. He’s right. There are so many ways he can punish me.
The prickly hair along his jaw stabs at my sensitive clit as he lightly brushes his lips up and down it. Mocking me, messing with me. My hips thrust up involuntarily, but he’s quicker as he rears back some, not making contact. My heels had to come down to do that, and his eyes dart to mine.
“Put your knees back up, gattina ,” he commands, and I automatically obey. Goddamnit. He already has me tamed. “Don’t put them down again,” he warns.
Then he dives in mouth first, causing my breath to hitch and my muscles to spasm, devouring me like I’ve been wishing for. But as soon as he has me on the climb, he pulls back and even retracts his fingers.
Yup, this is my punishment. Orgasm denial. How very cruel.
The look on Massimo right now keeps my frustration at bay. To see him so out of order is unheard of. If I weren’t seeing it for myself, I would never believe it to be possible. His lips parted, his eyes wild, his hair out of place, and his cheeks slightly flushed. He’s a hot mess, and I want him like this every single day for the rest of my life. I may be restrained, and my control is taken from me, but I feel more powerful than ever.
The thought is terrifying, and it’s like he can read my thoughts, or maybe my body is too revealing because he looks at me in question. His fingers leisurely trail up and down my slits, then they slip lower and lower until he hits that clenched-up hole.
“Have you had anyone here before, gattina ?” His fingertip presses in just past the rim, and the muscles automatically tighten up.
“Yes,” I admit to him honestly. There isn’t much I haven’t tried in bed. Other than being tied up, but I didn’t exactly get a choice in the matter.
He grunts in disapproval and presses his finger in a little further, using the juices from my cunt. “Too bad.” His finger pumps in up to his knuckle, and already I feel so stretched.
I’ve done anal a few times. Thinking about his massive cock going in there, it has me clenching up in fear. “Relax for me, amore .” He places a kiss on my thigh. “Do not refuse entry from me. Ever.” His finger bottoms out inside of me, and he stills. “Not in here.” He pulls out a little, then pushes all the way back in, stilling again. “Or here.” With his other hand, he drags his fingers through my wetness until he finds my center and pushes two long fingers inside, and my back bows off the bed. I’m fighting back a moan so hard I feel like I swallowed my tongue in effort. “Or that pretty mouth of yours.” He pumps in and out of both holes together, and I’m panting hard. Maybe if I act like this isn’t the best feeling in the world right now, he won’t pull back in time, and I’ll come.
Always in my head, he pumps a few more times, and just as I’m so close to the top, he retracts from my insides, and I can’t help it. I let out a frustrated growl, and the bastard chuckles.
When he grabs me by the hips and flips me over to my knees, I don’t see it coming, and my arms twist unnaturally. But I don’t let him know it hurt. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
The cool air hits my seams as he positions me with my ass up and my head down in the mattress. My arms stretched out, and my knees widely spread. “ Perfezione .” Whack! Whack! He smacks each cheek with a firm hand, then rubs his thumb over my clenched hole. My eyes are squeezed shut and every muscle in my body cramps up from my muscles contracting. The back of his throat rumbles as he continues to rub over that hole. Then he caresses the globes of my ass and places a chaste kiss on each cheek. “Hold tight, cara .”
The bed dips behind me as he climbs from it, and I hear some rustling around somewhere in the room, but I don’t open my eyes to see. I’d rather not. He probably went to get some kind of toy to use on me—a whip or vibrator of some sort.
The rustling stops, and a moment later, the bed dips behind me again. “Suck.” My eyes pop open to see a small object hovering before my lips.
“What is it?”
Whack! He smacks my cheek harder than before, making my bottom lip quiver. “Open your mouth and suck,” he demands.
I glance down at the object and see that it’s a butt plug. “I am not putting something in my mouth that has been in another woman’s asshole, Massimo,” I hiss. The audacity of him thinking I would do such a vile thing!
“It’s clean. Now, suck.” My lips seal shut in defiance. I know I’ll pay for my disobedience, but this is across the line. It’s degrading. “I’ll shove it in dry if you don’t,” he warns, and I know he’ll carry out his threat. Letting out a shaky breath through my nose, I tentatively open my mouth, and he slides the plug in. “Suck.” Tightening my lips around it, I do as he says and suck. Making sure to slobber all over it because it’s for the comfort of my asshole, after all. His eyelids grow listless, watching me, and I feel a little more power creeping back to me. Blinking his eyes a few times, he pops the thing out of my mouth and moves back behind me.
Cinching my eyes shut again, I wait for whatever is coming next. The tip of the plug begins to poke at my clenched hole, and I know from experience that if I tense up, it’ll hurt more. So, I relax and arch my back more. He twirls the tip in the center of my hole and puts pressure on it as if he’s screwing it in.
His other fingers find my wet folds, and he fondles them, making me loosen up even more on instinct. My hips begin rocking, gaining more friction, and the butt plug is set into place. My hips come to a jolting stop when he spanks me hard, once on each cheek. I growl again in frustration and anger.
It wasn’t my fucking fault. My body was just moving on instinct!
“This isn’t for you, gattina . This is for me.”
A phone begins going off somewhere behind me, and I feel him getting off the bed again. “Yeah,” he clips and pauses. “I’ll be right down.”
Yes! Any other time I would be outraged that a man answered his phone when I was naked on his bed, but not right now.
“Looks like we’ll have to save the rest for later, cara mia ,” he murmurs, and I hear things moving around behind me. “Do you need to use the restroom?”
“What?” My head whips around as much as it can in this awkward position.
“Do you need to use the restroom? I won’t be long, but if you need to use it, you should now.”
“Massimo. You will not leave me like this.” I grind my molars.
His fully dressed figure comes into view, and I roll my eyes to meet his twinkling ones. “Yes or no, Alessia?”
“Uncuff me right now!” I give the restraints a yank.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to make demands,” he muses, and I pull more on the cuffs. The amusement drops from his face when he glances at my bound wrists. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“Why? Because that’s only for you to do?”
He looks back down at me and crouches next to the bed. “What I do to you is not bringing you any harm, Alessia,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. “I don’t wish ever to see you hurt.”
“And spanking me? Shoving things up my ass?”
Sighing, he stands up, buttons his suit jacket, and straightens his tie. “Are you in pain right now, cara ?” I don’t answer because the only thing hurting right now are my wrists which is my own doing. “I expect to come back to you in this exact position.”
“Massimo.”
“Don’t move,” he scolds with a finger pointed. “I won’t be long.”
I’m stunned into silence as he walks away, and I hear the door open and then shut. He fucking left. He really fucking left me like this. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
The position I’m in is hurting my back and shoulders, so I fall to the side to rest them for a few minutes.
“I warned you not to move,” Massimo’s voice wakes me. Then he applies pressure to the toy still lodged in my ass.
“I didn’t mean to. I fell asleep,” I mutter sleepily. My mouth opens with a yawn. “Don’t you think I’ve been punished enough, Massimo?” He doesn’t answer me. “Massimo,” I growl, getting really pissed off. “Get these fucking cuffs off me.” I yank on them twice with more force.
Nothing happens for several moments, and I almost think he’s left me again until I’m abruptly flipped to my back. I open my mouth in protest and he takes advantage by stuffing something inside of it. My fucking panties.
I snarl around the thin fabric and try to spit it out, but fucking hell, he shoved them in there good.
I’m breathing fire as he stands at the foot of the bed, looking like royalty in his sexy suit and the regal air clinging to him. I still when his fingers pop open the button on his suit jacket, and he peels it off. Using the restraints, I pull myself up to the pillows to prop my head up as I watch him slowly undress down to nothing. His muscled body illuminating power and strength.
On his knees, he makes his way over top of me and pokes my core with his erection. His hands are holding him up above me in a push-up position, and I pray to God he’s going to fuck me now. I don’t even need an orgasm; I just need his cock inside of me.
Slowly, he descends to give me his weight, brushing the shell of my ear with his lips. “You’ll soon be my queen, but make no mistake. I will always be king of the castle, amore .”
Leaning back to his heels with a stony look on his face, he grips my hips and drives forward. My back bows, and the air rushes out of my lungs as he slams into me and does it over and over again. Long but harsh thrusts. My ass in his lap, using my hips to drill into me like a madman. Literally punishing my pussy. I won’t be able to sit down for days without a reminder.
The climax comes rushing into me too quickly from the pent-up pleasure, and my muffled scream is impulsive. My muscles jerk and quake. He doesn’t let up, though, not even for a second. Spots dance in front of me, and before I can see straight, I’m propped back up on my knees, and I don’t even have time to catch my bearings as he slams into me from behind.
I already feel stuffed, so when he pushes on the butt plug, I arch my back more as an offering. Crazy thoughts invade my head about him replacing the plug with his cock and tearing me. Bleeding me again.
Both hands slam down on either ass cheek, gripping them painfully hard. They, too, are tender from last night and this morning. I grind my teeth as he fucks me savagely, and I should be in tears of pain, but my eyes water from another climax. He grunts behind me as his movements become uncontrolled, and he abruptly leaves me to spurt long ropes of cum to decorate my ass, crack, and creases. Dripping down to the mattress and coating me.
I’m spent and exhausted, melting into the bed. I have no idea what goes on for the next few minutes as I’m in and out of it, but when I come to, he’s pulling my panties out of my mouth so I can gasp for air. When he frees my wrists, I remain motionless and confined by torpidity.
When he rolls me over to scoop me into his arms, my head rests against him and my body goes into a comatose state.
I’m wholly subject to his will.