"Yes, please."
"I told you, Elena," he says, "patience."
"Please, I need it," I plead.
"I'll decide what you need, panini."
His voice is a dark rumble, and I feel his body shift, and then he's kneeling between my legs, his hands sliding over my thighs, spreading them even more.
"So pretty," he says, and I can't tell if he's talking about me or my pussy.
He traces a line up the inside of one thigh, and then back down, and my muscles clench and unclench.
"I want—"
"Don't make me gag you," he says in a warning tone.
The thought sends a line of heat straight to my core, and I moan.
He pauses, and I can hear an almost amused tone when he says, "Is that something you'd like to try, Elena?"
"I don't know," I say. "Yes."
"Mmm," he hums. "Then we will. But not today."
Then his hands are gone.
I strain against the bonds, but they don't budge.
I wait, and the quiet grows, the room so silent I can hear my heartbeat.
"Luca?" I call out.
There's no response.
I wonder if he's still there.
"Luca," I repeat, and there's a thread of fear in my voice.
"I'm here, Elena," he says.
"Where did you go?"
"Nowhere, Bella," he says. "I will not leave the room. Ever. You have my word."
I relax slightly.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice deep.
"For what?"
"This."
And then I feel his tongue on me, and he licks me, from my entrance to the top of my slit, and I gasp, a soft cry escaping me.
His tongue circles my clit, and then he sucks, his tongue swirling, and my hips buck off the bed, the ropes digging into my wrists.
"Luca, God," I moan, and the pleasure builds, spiraling upward, my body tensing, my toes curling.
