“No,” I said flatly. “I know it’s a big kink, but it’s not mine.” I push back against him and he steps back, but not before biting me softly on my neck.
“Hmm…” he says thoughtfully, “maybe something more like this?” He opens another door and the terrifying torture rack of toys isn’t present, it’s more like a regular bedroom, thickly carpeted with a grand four-poster bed. There’s a black armoire and I open it to find- yep, another supply of floggers, vibrators, cuffs, blindfolds, riding crops and some stuff I don’t even recognize. “No one has been in this room,Bellissima,aside from us. I had the decorator make up the bed today. Beautiful, huh?”
“It looks almost like a normal bedroom until you open the armoire of depravity,” I laughed a little, feeling excruciatingly uncomfortable but not wanting to look like a helpless lamb thrust out into the cold, cruel world.
“Do you really think sex is a sin?” Dario asked, a filthy little grin playing along his lips. “That fucking for fun is evil?”
“No!” I snap back, stung by his assumption. I’m circling a big leather wingback chair. “I may not be experienced, but I don’t care what people do to get off as long as they’re not hurting anyone else.”
“Pain can be half the fun, baby. But not harm. Do you understand the difference?” He’s gathered my hands together, wrists crossed behind my back as his other hand settles on my throat. I realize the perverted, conniving swine has edged me into a corner.
“I um…” I’d like to use complete words with all the vowels but my ability seems to have deserted me as his calloused fingers stroke up and down the skin of my neck.
“Pleasure isn’t complete without pain. In my world, the two are always mixed. Pain can make the pleasure so much stronger. Hurting, on the other hand, is injury, cruelty, or lack of care about your partner,” he whispers in my ear and he’s got that low, purring panther thing happening again and a spray of goosebumps shoots up my skin in the path of his lips and teeth. I remember him racing after me through the grapevines and taking me right where he tackled me to the ground. Was that really just last night?
“Aside from the guards outside, we’re alone in this big, empty building,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe and chuckling as I shudder. He releases my wrists and leads me over to the big wingback chair. Pulling out a tall, folding mirror, he opens it in front of the chair. Seating himself, he pats his leg. “We’re going to give it a test drive.”
I’m weighing my options. I would be lying if I said I’d never thought about a more intense sex life. Or that Dario’s scary chase kink isn’t exciting. Or that all his filthy talk and that giant armoire of toys aren’t intriguing. What am I feeling? I’m feeling shock. Shock that everything below my neck is wildly turned on and damn him and his nipple-stiffening gaze!
What kind of an animal gets turned on when it’s caught in the snare?I think,Me. I am that animal.
“No one can see us or hear us?” I ask.
He pulls me closer, kissing the back of my hand and sucking a finger into his mouth. “Just you and me.”
Dario…
I can see Cora’s fight or flight instinct activate when she opens the armoire. But when I spread my legs and pat my thigh again, she straightens her shoulders and walks over to me.
“Sit on my lap, baby,” I gently seat her, leaning against my chest and her perfect round ass nestling into my crotch and my cock is ready to tear a hole through my jeans and make himself known as the third person in the room. “Swing your legs over my knees,” I whisper, running the tip of my tongue up the rapid pulse in her neck. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, and I put a finger on her chin so I can angle her and kiss those pink lips of hers. They’re the same color as her nipples and goddamn, that’s turning me on.
I inch her sundress up her thighs, baring more of her as my mouth moves down to suck the thin skin of her throat. I haven’t shaved today and my stubble is turning her skin pink. Spreading my legs wider, she’s now splayed open, the mirror’s reflection shows the obvious wet spot on her undies that’s turning the silk transparent. Pushing the cloth between her swelling lips, I tap on her clit with a finger.
“Oh!” She tries to close her legs and I spread mine wider.
Taking her chin in my hand, I turn her face to the mirror. “Look, baby. Look at how gorgeous and juicy your little pussy is.” I run one hand up and down the skin of her inner thigh as I pull my switchblade from my pocket with the other. She tries to grab my wrist. “Ah, ah! Put your hands behind my neck and keep them there.”
“Pain and harm are two different things,” I remind her. “I will never harm you. Now, don’t move.” Her body is still stiff and anxious against mine, but she stays still, jumping just a bit as I open the blade. I run the flat of it down her stomach, enjoying her heaving breasts. Sliding the tip of it under the side of her panties, I slice them open, and do the same on the other side. The fabric sags, showing her puffy, red cunt as I yank the silk away.
I spread her wet lips apart with two fingers and slide my middle one up inside her. “So wet,” I groan, “you don’t know what you do to me. Look at that pretty pussy, glistening and so swollen.” I pull my finger out of her and suck it into my mouth. “I’d thought I’d just imagined how tight you were, how you pulled my cock into you…”
My sweet little Cora turns her face away from the gorgeous, lewd sight; until I slip a little bullet vibe I’d taken from the armoire onto my finger and turn it on, running it along her pussy lips.
“Oh! What-” she gasps, going silent again as I circle her clit with the vibrator.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, watching the tendons in her thighs tighten, trying to close her legs even though her hips are pressing up against my little torture device. “Do you think you could come with my fingers in your pussy while I push the vibe against this poor, swollen clit?”
“I don’t know…” she whispers, I don’t think she’s aware of how much her hips are trying to push up and against my hand.
I pull the vibrator away and slap her between the legs sharply. Her slick is going to make the sting worse.
“Why did you do that?” Cora says, glaring at my reflection in the mirror.
“Because you keep closing your eyes,” I slap her pussy again. “Keep them open. Now relax, look how gorgeous you are, all spread out and wet for me?”
It takes her a couple of minutes to hoarsely mumble, “Okay.”
“Mia cattiva ragazza, my bad girl,” I murmured. Slipping the bullet vibe inside her, I press it against her G-spot, watching her pink mouth open in a soundless gasp that turns into a shriek when I slap her pussy again. “Don’t come,” I warned her, “hang on. It will be so much stronger when I finally allow you to.”
