Chapter 9
Vincenzo
My princessa wants to control the situation. It was clear from the very minute I walked into her room. I’ll let her control anything she likes within reason, except for her pleasure. That belongs to me.
Her delicate hand still rests on my dick while I stroke her clit with my finger and tilt her head with my other hand, inhaling the very scent of her beneath the perfume while I suckle her sensitive skin.
Something hot and possessive bubbles in my chest. She shivers with desire as my lips trace the sensitive shell of her ear. “Mine.”
Anna’s eyes roll closed, her breathing shallow and all I can think about is how fucking perfect she is and the fuck who wants to take her, make her his wife, and torture her for life.
All fucking day dealing with one family after another, enemy soldiers to make them talk to come up with a plan that she’s going to fucking hate.
A few pieces more and she’ll have to know the truth, but all of that drifts away as she strokes my cock.
It was never going to end any other way for Anna from the first time I saw her in the club, taking it in, absorbing all that life had to offer.
But the club, the actual kinks, they don’t really matter to me. What matters to me is power, pure unadulterated desire that attracts one human to another. It doesn’t need nurturing, or thought, it’s simply there to stay.
Anna submitting to the power of her desire for me, that’s what I want.
As if reading my mind, Anna leans her neck into my hand, giving me even more access to her lovely neck. I suckle her skin, kissing, causing her to squirm against me as I slip a finger and then two into her tight wet pussy, all while rubbing that little button with my thumb.
She moans so sweetly as I stroke over her clit and my fingers slide deep, it makes my cock throb harder with the need to be in her hot, wet, heat.
I press my cock into her hand. “Unbuckle me, princessa.” My blood heats like molten lava. It’s a command, because Anna likes it when I’m in charge.
Anna doesn’t hesitate, her eyes hazed with lust as she looks up at me. She’s too far into this with me. Her fingers quickly find what she’s searching for, unzipping and setting me free.
The bare skin of my dick against the heat of her hand causes my balls to tighten, my blood to race, and her breath to catch. I capture her gaze and keep it held, the magnetic charge between us too strong for either of us to let go.
Anna soaks my hand with her juices. Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes haze with undisguised need, just like the very first night in my club. This is the power I crave.
I press her more firmly against the wall, sliding my hand from her neck to hip. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Anna is so responsive, she does exactly as I ask without one bit of hesitation, allowing me to sink my rod to the very end of her, hitting that little button deep inside.
She muffles her scream against my chest, and that’s my bullseye from this moment on.
I slide out and then do it again, driving hard.
Her name on my lips is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Vincenzo,” she moans as I do it again and again, suckling hard on that sensitive area of her neck that makes her squirm with desire, bringing her to the edge, keeping her there for moments while she writhes, and then driving deep while she creams all over me.
Her arms wrap tightly around my neck as her body trembles uncontrollably. My princessa thinks we’re done. I can tell, but I’m far from finished with my treasure. By the end of the night, she’s going to learn that teasing me is only going to end one way.
I cross the floor with her head on my shoulder and gazelle-like legs wrapped around my waist still joined as one, my pants long fallen to the floor and kicked to the side, until I set her on the bed.
My eyes find hers, still heated with passion that burns into my soul. “Arms.”
She raises them into the air.
I peel the silky negligee over her head, baring her perfect round breasts for the second time ever.
I cup them both in my hands, reveling in their firmness while being so soft at the same time, caressing her nipples, remembering exactly how she liked it that night in my club, watching as her eyes continue to haze with that lusty need that matches my own. “You are perfection.”
Anna’s lips part and her cheeks heat. She’s still uncomfortable in her bare skin, just like the last time, but I’m going to train that feeling right out of her. In the near future, she’s going to see herself through my eyes, see just how lovely and desirable she is. “Lie down for me, princessa.”
I rest her feet on the footboard as she settles into the mattress. The light registers in her eyes.
Anna remembers every detail, every lick of her clit, every shudder of her climax from that night too. The same way I dream about it every fucking night.
My hands part her thighs exactly the same way I did that night, guiding her feet apart. She knows I won’t use restraints, well aware of the trigger she told me about that night, and she doesn’t need to tell me twice. But she does need to tell me something. “Tell me your safe words.”
She doesn’t hesitate, remembering our conversation in the lower level DeLuca X Club. “Red, yellow, and green.”
“And why not stop?” I ask, arching a brow as my face gets very close to her opened legs so I can inhale her intoxicating scent.
Her face turns a pretty shade of red as I look at her pink pussy on full display for me while we talk about her safe word. This is fucking power of the best kind. “Tell me, princessa?”
She swallows, tilting her head slightly so her eyes meet mine. “Because if you’re in the middle of … you know … and I say stop, I might not really want you to stop. So, I can use red instead, but only if I really need you to stop.”
In other circumstances I would take great pleasure in making her say the words, licking her clit.
I could make her repeat what I actually said word for word, but for now, this is close enough.
I want her to feel comfortable that while I’ve taken control of her pleasure, she still has the power in everything.
Even if she says no, or red, or any apprehension becomes apparent at all.
My nose drags over her center, inhaling her deep as I clasp the hands lying by her thighs in mine, while I kneel between her legs, keeping her parted.
This is as restrained as Anna will get, at least until I’ve reversed her memories of her last captivity. My tongue caresses the little nub, and her eyes blink closed. I want her eyes on me though, to get drunk on everything she sees and feels. “Watch.”
Anna obeys, her eyes widening, watching through hazed over eyes as I gently bring her up again, caressing and cleaning her cream while heating her skin with renewed desire that I plan on rekindling over and over tonight.