She moves without hesitation, repositioning herself exactly where instructed. The obedience sends satisfaction coursing through me.
“Good. Now, this is how tonight works. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you. No questioning, no hesitating. Your job is to take what I give you and ask for more.” My hand traces the line of her spine, feeling her tremble. “Think you can handle that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She catches on immediately. “Yes, Alessandro.”
“Better.” The towel drops, and her eyes widen at the sight of exactly how much I want her. “But I think we can do better than that. When we’re like this, when I’m giving orders and you’re obeying, you call me sir. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
The words go straight to my cock. “Open that pretty mouth, tesoro. Show me what you can do.”
She leans forward without hesitation, and when her lips wrap around me, warm, wet, and perfect, a groan tears from mythroat. She starts slow, tentative, clearly trying to figure out what I like.
“Deeper.” The command comes out harsh. “Take more. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
She tries, eyes watering slightly as she pushes past her limit. Her hand comes up to grip what won’t fit, and the sight of her on her knees, mouth stretched around me, trying so hard to please, it’s almost enough to end this before it begins.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Fingers tangle in her hair, not controlling yet, just holding. “Now relax your throat. Let me in.”
She does, and the sensation when she finally takes me deep enough to choke makes my vision blur. The instinct to hold her there, to use her mouth until I come down her throat, is overwhelming.
But no. Not yet. Tonight is about showing her exactly what belonging to me means, and that means her pleasure comes first.
Even if making her wait is part of the torture.
“Enough.” Pulling back takes more willpower than facing down Greco’s men. “On your back. Middle of the bed. Spread your legs.”
She scrambles to obey, sprawling across dark sheets like an offering. The black lace panties are soaked through, she’s been this turned on the whole time.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please touch me. Please, I need—”
“You need what?” The mattress dips as I move over her, caging her body with mine. “Tell me exactly what you need, Elena.”
“I need you. Inside me. Making me yours.” Her hips cant up, seeking friction. “Please, sir.”
The “sir” nearly breaks my control. “Soon. But first—” My mouth finds her breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “First, I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
My hand slides down her stomach, over the lace, feeling how wet she is. “Cristo, you’re soaked. All this from sucking my cock?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Her back arches when my fingers find her clit through the lace. “Please—”
“Patience.” The panties get ripped off, tossed aside, leaving her completely bare beneath me. “Beautiful. So, fucking beautiful.”
My mouth follows the path my hands blazed, down her neck, across her breasts, over her stomach. Her thighs fall open automatically, and the trust in that gesture makes something in my chest crack.
“Alessandro—” His name becomes a moan when my mouth finds her center. “Oh God—”
“No God here, tesoro. Just me. Just this.” My tongue circles her clit, tasting her arousal. “Just you falling apart because I’m making you.”
She tastes like heaven and sin and everything I don’t deserve. My fingers join my mouth, sliding inside her heat, and she’s so tight, so perfect, clenching around the intrusion.
