Alessandro
I reward her submission by rubbing the palm of my hand over her nipple. She gasps, her eyes filled with desire and defiance. It’s fucking erotic and my dick is rock hard.
"You hate that you want this," I say, pinching her nipple. "You hate that your body betrays you."
She jerks against the restraints, and my blood runs hotter.
"I hate you," she says, but her body arches into my hand as I cup her breast.
"No." I brush my thumb across the sensitive peak. "You hate that I was cold to you. You hate that I made you feel unwanted."
I lower my head, letting my breath waft over her nipple. She trembles beneath me.
"But you've never been unwanted, Isabella."
“You fooled me—"
When my lips close around her nipple, she moans, her back arching off the bed. I savor her taste. My hand slides lower, across her stomach, feeling the muscles there contract.
"Tell me to stop," I challenge, my fingers dipping lower.
Her eyes meet mine, glowing with heat that is both passion and anger. For a moment, I think she might actually refuse me.
Instead, she spreads her legs slightly. An invitation. Another surrender.
Power surges through me as I touch her, finding her slick with need. Her head falls back, exposing the graceful column of her throat, and I'm overcome with the urge to mark her there.
I take my time, something I didn’t have on the rooftop terrace. I take in every curve, every softness of her skin. My lips taste her, my fingers caress her flesh, and each time, I record what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her writhe.
"Alessandro." Her voice catches as I drag my teeth along the tender skin of her inner thigh. “What are you—”
“I’m pleasuring my wife.” I look up at her from between her legs, enjoying the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her eyes have gone hazy with desire.
"I still hate you," she manages, but her body betrays her as my tongue finds her center and her hips rock up, begging for my mouth.
The taste of her is intoxicating. I lose myself in the wet heat of her, circling and teasing until her hips buck against my mouth. When I slide a finger inside her, she clenches around me, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"But you don’t hate this, do you?" I murmur against her sensitive flesh.
She responds with a moan. I tease her sweet pussy with my mouth, my tongue, my fingers until she’s sitting on the edge. And then I stop.
Her frustrated moan fills the roam.
“Tell me. You don’t hate me touching you, do you?”
Her body hums, begging me for more. I flick my tongue over her clit, feeling it pulse. Her body shakes beneath me.
Her struggle is exquisite, the way she fights her own pleasure even as she chases it.
Each time she nears the edge, I pull back, denying her release, watching her frustration mount alongside her ever-growing need.
I'm torturing us both, drawing out this agony, refusing to let either of us surrender completely.
My dick is as hard as steel, and it’s quite possible I’ll come before even entering her. I suppose that would be my punishment for tormenting her like this.
I fuck her with my fingers as I watch her. I want to see her surrender completely. Her body. Her loyalty. Her soul. I want her to acknowledge my control.
But as I watch her arch and strain against her bonds, watch her bite her lush lower lip as she reaches for release, watch as her cheeks flush, I feel my power slipping away.
I've bound her to assert my dominance, yet I'm the one who’s succumbing to her taste, her scent, the sounds she makes when I touch her.
I'm losing the battle I started, and the realization terrifies me.
Her trembling thighs press against my face as I work her closer to the precipice. Isabella's breath comes in ragged pants. She strains against the tie, but not in resistance. No, now, she’s lost in raw need.
"Please," she moans, the word barely understandable.
I lift my head slightly, replacing my tongue with my thumb, circling her clit slowly. "Please what?"
Her eyes snap open, flaring with fury and desire. "Don't stop."
"Don’t stop what?" I slow my movements even further, watching her frustration mount. The power I hold over her in this moment is intoxicating and what I need to fight off the unsettling feelings trying to take root in my chest. She is mine, utterly and completely mine. "Tell me what you want."
“Alessandro.”
Funny, hearing my name on her lips makes me want to reward her more than if she told me to fuck her.
I slip my fingers inside her again, curling them to find that spot that makes her whole body jerk.
Her walls clench around me, so close to release yet unable to cross that final threshold until I decide she can. Until I send her over.
"Fuck you," she gasps. The words are shocking and erotic, and I nearly come.
I smile against her inner thigh. "That's the idea, Isabella. But first..."
Rising up, I hover over her, my naked flesh pressing against hers. My dick rubs against her wetness, and now I’m torturing myself as well as her.
Her body arches up, desperate to take me in.
"I can give you what you want.” My lips brush her ear. "I can give you a release so powerful, you'll see stars."
My hand slides between us, fingers finding her again, teasing her with light touches that make her shake.
"All you have to do is admit how much you want me." My voice drops lower, rougher. "Say it, Isabella. Say you want me inside you. Say you've thought of nothing else since that night on the rooftop."
Her breath hitches as my thumb circles her again. She trembles beneath me, so close to surrender.
"The bargain is simple." I rub my cock over her clit. "Your surrender for your pleasure."
I can’t hold out much longer, and it’s possible I’m going to lose this battle, that she won’t fully succumb.
"Beg me, Isabella. Beg me, and I'll give you everything you need."
The tug-of-war between desire and pride plays out on her face, but I can see pride starting to lose. Her body demanding release is more powerful than her mind. She's magnificent in her resistance.
"Is this how it's going to be between us?" I ask, dipping my head to suck on her nipple. "You fighting what we both know you want?"
A small sound escapes her, something between a whimper and a moan. It sends a surge of electricity through my body as I anticipate her final surrender.
"I won't... " Her words dissolve as I press my dick to her pussy, applying just enough pressure to make her moan with desperate need, but not enough to push her over.
"You can.” My voice is rough with need, need she surely hears. "Let go, Isabella. I know you want to. And I want to make you feel pleasure you’ve never known."
When I withdraw my touch completely, she nearly sobs. Her wrists strain against the belt.
"Alessandro," she pleads, eyes wild and desperate.
I shake my head slowly. "Not enough."
Lowering myself, I brush my lips against her inner thigh, so close to her sweet, wet pussy, pulsing with need. "Tell me what you need, Isabella. Tell me, and it's yours."
The dam finally breaks.
"Please!" she cries out, her body writhing. "I need—I need to come. Let me come. Please!"
A wicked smile curves my lips as triumph surges through me. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Without warning, I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them toward her sweet spot as my mouth closes over her clit.
Her back arches off the bed as a keening cry tears from her. I work her relentlessly, finger fucking her, sucking her clit, driving her higher and higher until she's sobbing with need. Her orgasm detonates like an atomic bomb, shockwave after shockwave rippling through her.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say it, Isabella. I want to hear the words."
I watch her work to catch her breath, her lips parted, her skin flushed. In this moment, she's never been more beautiful. Never more mine.
"Yes.”
"Yes, what?" I press, needing her complete surrender.
Her eyes meet mine, no longer cold or distant but burning with the same fire that's consuming me. "Yes, Alessandro. I want you to fuck me."
I surge forward, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss as I drive my cock into her in one powerful thrust. She cries out against my lips, her body yielding to mine completely.
She feels so fucking good. So tight. Her pussy pulses around my dick, and I’m teetering on the edge of a powerful release.
I’ve finally won.
But as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, taking my need to deeper depths, I realize my victory isn’t as complete as I thought.
She surrendered, but in her surrender, she has taken power from me and now wields it over me.