Chapter 13 #2
After another deep breath that he held for several seconds, he curled his arms under my legs, bending mine at the knee.
I turned my head, taking tiny gasping breaths, laughing from nervousness when he blew across my pussy. I certainly wasn’t a virgin, but with him, every action felt fresh and a little wild.
With my heart thudding, I fisted my hands, pushing them against the table. From the first swipe of his tongue, I fell into an intense, beautiful lull where lights flashed in front of my eyes and the only sound was the constant hammering of my heart.
“Oh… This is so…”
I don’t know how he managed to drive me to a wild moment of bliss so quickly, but he did, the sensations dancing through every muscle like rocket fuel.
Every sound he made was unrecognizable, but he was enjoying the hell out of himself. When he pushed me further into the center of the table, I yelped.
He lifted his head long enough to grin, even winking when I tried to focus while watching what he was doing. I was completely open for him, but he wanted more, pressing my knees against the table.
My pussy glistened in the overhead light and every few seconds, I rose onto my forearms, blinking to try to focus.
With him, even that was next to impossible.
As he swirled his tongue around my clit, I was thrown by how incredible it felt. His actions were light at first, sucking my tender bud until I was pushed directly into a feeling of bliss. Then he dragged his tongue all the way down, tormenting me by barely darting his tongue past my swollen folds.
I ripped at his hair, gasping for air as goosebumps blanketed my skin.
“Oh. Oh. Oh…” I pressed one hand against my face, fighting the need to scream.
He certainly wasn’t about to let me go, holding me down even as my body involuntarily jumped. When he finally thrust several fingers inside, I was already close to losing my mind and my tiny bit of control over my ability to orgasm.
With every delicious swipe of his tongue, and every thrust of his fingers, I was pushed beyond the realm of bliss heading straight into ecstasy. The handsome Italian knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me on the plateau as a reminder of how many times I’d flirted mercilessly with him.
He’d been true to his honor, never touching me. But I’d seen it in his eyes so many times. The want. The need.
A hunger that I knew if pushed he’d lose control over.
And he wanted me to pay for my sins of taunting him with the forbidden.
Unable to stand the torment any longer, I jerked up from the kitchen table, opening my mouth in a silent scream as the most powerful orgasm I’d had in my life slammed into me.
He wasn’t finished yet, continuing to hold me down even as I wiggled. With my hands over my head, I don’t know what I thought I was doing, but when I shifted again, I knocked other items onto the floor, laughing as I did.
His mouth was a lethal weapon, his fingers pushing me to a crazy point where I couldn’t breathe any longer. With them flexed open and stretching my muscles, the only sounds I could make any longer were strangled gasps.
And he was enjoying himself, those dark eyes of his twinkling. I bucked hard against him, tossing my head from side to side. There was no control over this man or my body’s reaction to him.
He played me so well, better than I’d done with him.
When another climax rushed up from my toes, I jerked up, clawing his shoulders. He didn’t seem to care, easily holding me down as I lost my mind.
Even as I was slowly floating down from the extreme high, he continued sucking on my clit. Exhausted, I eased down onto the table, tossing my arms over my head and staring up at the ceiling.
“Oh. My. God.” I wasn’t certain if I was laughing or ready to cry, but I knew one thing for certain. I’d never in my life felt so satisfied. Not once.
He licked his lips and stood to his full height. I managed to look him in the eyes, still having difficulty focusing, but I was determined not to allow him to keep the control he had over me.
“As sweet as I knew you’d be.” His voice was husky, dripping with sultry innuendoes.
I closed my eyes, even purposely curling my toes as the final sensations tickled my system.
“What now?” I asked, uncertain if I expected an actual answer.
Everything about his actions seemed calculated. But I knew him better than he believed and certainly more than most.
Including my brother.
That came from years of observation, of paying close attention to his skills of sizing up people. You could certainly learn a lot about someone by their actions. His were smooth, cold, and calculated. Nothing was ever done without a purpose. Maybe that’s why I was so curious.
He took his time, heading to the bottles of wine and liquor I’d purchased before he’d appeared in my life. Yet he’d noticed the bottle of vodka in the refrigerator, choosing that instead. Nothing about the man should surprise me any longer, but his sudden silence meant he was planning something.
“You do realize that nothing in my world is off limits. Don’t you?” After checking the cabinets, he pulled down two glasses. As with everything else he’d done so far, he took his time pouring the clear liquid in the small tumblers.
I enjoyed watching him. The way his muscles moved and the flexing that he did with the simple act of pouring. When I didn’t answer right away, there was the tilt of his head I’d seen hundreds of times, including when some asshole had annoyed him.
A predator stalking his prey.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, as I said to you already. I take what I want.”
“Within reason. You had those rules to follow.”
He brought the two glasses closer, allowing a dark chuckle.
“Yes, those pesky little rules. I’m allowed to choose which ones to follow.
You, on the other hand, prefer breaking them whenever you can.
As you’ve done with me.” When he rolled one of the glasses across my cheek, I shuddered from the chill and the way he was looking at me.
As if he was going to devour me alive.
Even the way he was dangling the glass back and forth was yet another temptation. He was doing his best to continue the string of horrible torments. Did he honestly think he was going to break my resolve? If so, he didn’t know me very well.
“You seem to forget that I make my own rules.”
The smile he issued was as if he’d caught me in a lie. “Tsk. Tsk. I was given strict permission to do whatever it took to keep you safe, including but not limited to shackling you if necessary.”
That forced me to sit up straight. “That is not the truth. Nice try, though.”
When he pulled out his phone, offering it to me, I was somewhat shocked. “Call your brother. Ask him.”
He knew I wouldn’t call him. But was he bluffing or telling the truth? “A lie.”
“Now, now. I don’t lie. That is one rule I will always follow. So it seems to me that since you obviously have difficulty with authority, that you’ll need continual lessons.”
“That’s not happening.” As I slipped off the table, I had to admit to myself that his words were keeping me wet and hot all over.
“Oh, yes, it is. I can see your first lesson didn’t take.” He pulled his glass to his lips, swirling the liquid. “But we can fix that. Very easily.”
His laugh always thrilled me, but tonight, it created a need to continue the explosive nature of our relationship.
I was casual in my actions, enjoying watching him while savoring the drink. When I was finished, I carefully placed the glass on the table.
Once I did, I simply offered a sweet smile.
And left the room.
Another layer of excitement built as I rushed upstairs toward the two bedrooms, fighting laughter as I threw my head over my shoulder.
He wasn’t following me, but I could feel his presence, the heightened electricity that added life to his overtly dangerous persona. For several crazy reasons, my childish behavior was as titillating as the provocative dance from before. This was our method of foreplay.
Push and pull.
I was still tingling all over from the sweet rush of satisfaction as I closed and locked the bedroom door. Curious what he’d do, I glanced toward the sliding doors leading out to the balcony. Could he climb one patio to another? Yes. That’s why I closed the door just in case.
After a few seconds of hearing nothing, my curiosity started to get the better of me. I peered out the back door, straining to try to see the patio below. Impossible.
Then a thump caught my attention. What was he doing?
Teasing me on purpose, no doubt. I refused to take the bait, even scanning the room to try to find something to block the door.
I wasn’t frantic, merely hoping to prolong the game.
We’d come this far; I refused to back down or give in to the man so easily.
Even if I was standing in a bedroom in a house in another country completely naked.
Unfortunately, the pieces of furniture were too heavy.
So I retreated to the center of the room, waiting. Anticipating.
Excitement continued to build.
Another thump was followed by two more. That’s when I realized he was purposely thudding his way up the stairs, using his full weight to do so.
Then nothing. Not a peep, where I had expected words spoken in Italian, soothing at first followed by his frustration building or even a final pound on the door where the dominating side of him demanded I allow him in.
Or face punishment.
He did neither, the silence as overbearing as any loud noise.
As seconds ticked away, I’d begun to believe he’d left.
Disappointment swept through me.
Until he kicked in the bedroom door.