“Eight. Damn it, Tristano! This isn’t fair.”
Without answering her, I yank her panties completely off and ball them in my fist. “Open your mouth.”
She glares at me, her gaze sharper and brighter than pointed daggers. “Why?”
I squeeze the back of Violetta’s neck, causing her mouth to pinch, her pink lips now similar to a rose in shape and color. “I have all night, but I don’t think you can say the same.”
She lets her jaw go slack while giving me a murderous glare and I insert the panties into her mouth. She’s lucky it’s not my cock.
I spank her until her eyes are burning with tears and her ass is burning from my fingerprints. I stop when Violetta’s entire body goes limp, her spine curves into a downward arc, and she hangs her head, pressing her cheek to my leg while clinging to my ankle with a tight grip.
She tenses once the repetitive swats halt, no doubt unsure of what’s to come, but braces herself for impact. I still have something to give her, just not what she suspects.
“Look at me,” I say. Violetta raises her head slowly, as though with great difficulty, and I scrutinize her face. There are no streaks from tears coursing down her flushed cheeks and my admiration for her grows. I didn’t hold back and she took the correction better than I could’ve imagined. Her gaze is watery, but within the blue-green of her eyes is an awakening, an understanding that wasn’t there prior.
I run my fingertips along her cheek and she closes her eyes and leans into my touch. That act of submission and her seeking comfort from me nearly does me in. I knew it’d come, but theorizing about it, as opposed to actually experiencing it, are two different things.
“You did well.” I sweep my thumb over each eyelid, gently pressing the tears from her eyes, and then remove the underwear from her mouth so I put my finger in its place. “These tears are ones of strength because they are few. Not that I would’ve blamed you otherwise, but given the strength of your stubbornness, I’m surprised you didn’t weep.”
Violetta sucks on my thumb and runs her tongue over the tip, tasting her tears. Once my finger is nice and wet I take it out of her mouth and she watches me, a wariness entering her gaze, making the hues swirl with turmoil.
Until I bring it to her cunt and dip it inside.
Then her eyes are hazy with lust, yet aglow with anticipation. I maneuver my thumb back and forth in a large sweeping motion while applying pressure to the area I’m caressing. In response, Violetta goes limp once again, her head falling forward so quickly one could assume she fainted, if not for the low humming vibrating in her throat. She releases the sound as a moan when I begin to do a circular motion. Her hardened nipples are felt against my leg, her raspy breaths in my ears, and her drenched cunt weeps onto my hand.
Is this a birthday gift for her or me?
I wrap my free hand around the front of Violetta’s neck and cut off her air supply but only just. Instead of fighting me, she rests her chin on my hand and then spreads her legs. To call thatsexyis an understatement. It’s a fantasy that I’ll replay in my mind for the rest of my life, and the only imagery I’d replace it with is me fucking her.
“Don’t come,” I rasp, my grip on reality and my sanity starting to recede. “Wait a little longer,ribelle.”
She doesn’t answer, but her stomach muscles clench against the top of my thighs and pride soars through me at her obedience. I’m going to make her come so hard that she’ll never regret giving me her surrender.
I withdraw my thumb from her cunt and she whimpers, nearly making me fucking come. “Shh, my love. I will always take care of you.” I bring my thumb, dampened by her wet pussy, to her clit and thrust two fingers into her tight cunt.
Violetta gives a strangled cry, the sound a cross between sweet relief and a sorrowful lament.
“You can come on the count of three,” I say.
Then I stroke her with an intense pressure on her clit and punishing thrusts in her cunt. The sounds of me penetrating her flesh turns me on so fucking much that I lose count, but she doesn’t and screams as her orgasm rips her apart. I take her higher, to greater euphoria by quickening the pace and she grips my ankle tight while gyrating her hips with a desperation I recognize all too well.
It’s the need for complete and total relief, while wanting to remain in that perfect state of rapture for as long as possible.
Eventually Violetta comes down from her high and her hold on me loosens. I remove my hand from her neck and bring it to her spine, massaging the tension from her body. She goes liquid, immediately folding over my lap like a weighted blanket, but her cunt still pulses pleasantly around my fingers.
She groans when I apply too much pressure on certain muscles, yet remains in her current position. I skim my hand over her raw ass and the heat from her skin soaks into my palm. Satisfaction fills me at the sight of Violetta like this. She’s soft and pliant in my arms, both her cunt and orgasm clinging to my fingers, and her breathy sighs of contentment wrap around me.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to have this woman for myself.
With great reluctance, I remove my fingers from her and then gently rearrange her dress so that it’s in the proper position. Then I take hold of Violetta and turn her until she’s staring up at me with her legs resting over one of my thighs and her back is supported by my arm.
“You will be alright,” I say. She simply nods and worries her bottom lip between her teeth. I remove it and then glide my thumb across the seam of her mouth. “I hope you learned not to test me with empty threats or speculations.”
Violetta has to clear her throat in order to speak, but even then it’s a bit hoarse. “I did.”
“Good.” I comb my fingers through the loose strands of her hair, my movements unhurried and soothing. She needs this, the tender part that follows severe punishment. And she’s accepting it with gratitude clear in her gaze.
“Tristano?”
