I wanted to lie and tell him it didn’t, but that wouldn’t help either of us, so I settled for a half-truth. “Only a little. It’s more sore and sensitive than anything.”
It wasn’t entirely false. The skin there was hypersensitive from being bandaged constantly for the past week-and-a-half, but if it continued to have pressure applied, I would certainly end up feeling more pain than the momentary stab I was feeling now.
That just meant I had to get Gio too far gone to turn back before I got there.
“Are you sure?” He was looking at me like he could read the deception in my gaze. “I really don’t want to hurt you, Avion.”
“I told you I’m okay,” I said, bringing my hands up to either side of his face. “I don’t wanna think about that right now. I just want you.”
Whether he was concerned or not, he was clearly putting it behind him, because he nodded and obliged when I closed the distance between our faces. His arms snaked up my back, carefully circumventing my wound, pulling my shirt up until we had to part so I could yank it over my head. He buried his face against my neck and kept it there while I bunched his shirt up. Eventually, it forced another separation so I could remove it, but when that happened Gio pulled his shirt off with one hand, while pushing me off of his lap to my feet with the other.
Standing up, Gio folded his hands on either side of my neck and kissed me quickly before walking around me. One of his hands dropped to my waist, the opposite side from my injury, and held me gently while he moved. His other hand masterfully worked the clasp of my bra until he was able to pull it off. That hand then wrapped around me to take one of my breasts into a gentle squeeze while the other slid across my stomach and down until he was able to slip under the hem of my pants.
A pair of fingers pressed as they worked between my legs, eagerly crawling towards my sensitive clit, which released a wave of pleasure when he finally found it, even with the fabric of my underwear separating us.
My head knocked back onto Gio’s shoulder as he started to churn up heat between his hands massaging me above and below. Whenever his hand between my legs started to swirl lighter, it was only so the hand he had on my breast could demand a little more attention, tweaking my nipple and forcing starved, breathy moans out of me. Just when my pleasure was focused there, he’d switch the rhythm again, cupping my breast only to give way to his fingers now plucking below. My legs shook and my mind swirled with a feeling between relief and hunger for more.
“Gio,” I whimpered. “I want you now.”
“Shh.” He leaned his head in so the tone whispering across his lips reached forward and painted across my ear in a hot breath. “I said we’d be doing things my way, didn’t we?”
Impatient though I was, giving control to Gio had rapidly become a favorite pastime of mine. Even if it wasn’t the way Gio wouldnormallydo things--I’d be tied up by now if that were the case--he was still asking for total submission even in these unique circumstances, and I wouldn’t be a proper sub if I didn’t give it.
Besides, submitting to Gio had never steered me wrong before.
“Sorry, sir,” I hummed out.
For my relent, I was awarded Gio’s full lips against the side of my neck, and his hand between my legs pulling aside my underwear to touch directly on my skin. I let out a yelp, and Gio whispered into my ear, “Don’t hold back. The closest person is three floors down. No one can hear you here.” Keeping one finger pressed to the nub of me, he slid a couple more fingers down to poke inside of my hole. I craned backwards fully, locking my mind into the threads of pleasure sewing across my body, but Gio’s hand settled between my shoulder blades, holding me up straight. “Stay straight.”
He ordered it like he would order me to be submissive in a typical sub/dom session, but I knew that it wasn’t why he said it. He didn’t want me to risk opening up my wound.
So I stood up straight and fought to keep my body upright while Gio continued to pleasure me slowly and carefully. His lips on my neck, one hand on my breast, and one down my pants, he played until I could barely stand up on my own.
“Gio,” I whined. “Can--”
He cut me off. “Yes. Cum.”
I exploded at his order, my entire body shuddering as pleasure ricocheted out from my core and slid down my legs and up my arms. I started to fall, but Gio caught me and held me up, being extra careful not to rub my back in any way that would harm or open the spot where I was shot. He lowered me down onto the bed on my stomach, and in the brief moment that he was holding his weight on top of me, I could feel his erection standing at attention. My heart beat with anticipation of having him inside of me again, but he rolled off to my side and laid his head on his arm.
“Feel better?” he asked.
I looked at him with my brow furrowed. “Yeah, but what about you?”
He lifted a finger and pushed some of my red hair away from my eyes. “I’ll be fine. I can wait until you can handle more.”
“I can handle more now,” I whined, sliding my hand down his stomach towards his pants, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“Don’t. Don’t entice me. It’s difficult enough to resist as it is.”
“Then don’t resist.” I lifted the hand of mine that he had captured so that I could bring his fingers up to my mouth. Sticking out my tongue, I ran it along his digits, putting on my most seductive look.
“Avion,” Gio gasped. “Please.”
“I’ll be okay, Giovanni,” I hummed. “Come on.”
“You…” He flexed and relaxed his jaw. “You create problems for me.”
“What do you mean?”
