“Sophie, there were multiple men staring and leering at you. I understand that your father and sister told you cruel things about how you look,mi fiammetta,and put these negative thoughts in that pretty little head of yours,” he said as he lightly tapped my forehead, “but you are beyond beautiful. Inside and out.” He leaned his lips against my forehead, as I continued to stand, my back to his front, my head turned to the side, “and you have the most lush body I have ever seen or touched. It's why I can’t keep my damned hands off of you.”
He held me like that for a few minutes, rubbing his hardening cock on my backside.
“Now, go put them on. I want to see them.”
I hesitated, and he slapped my ass.
“Go. Show me our gift.”
I took the pieces of body jewelry with me to the bathroom. I hesitated after putting on both pieces.
Dom’s husky voice came through the bathroom door. “Bring me my gift,fiammetta,or I’ll come in there and get it myself.”
I felt a shiver go up and down my body. He would too. I don’t doubt it. But the thing was I had never been this naked in front of a man before. I felt exposed. When I opened the door I could see the side lamps were still on, which ramped up my anxiety more.
His voice came out coaxingly, “Come out, my little flame.” That was the first time he said it in English. I tried to control my shaking body, took a deep breath, and exhaled.
I walked out of the bathroom, becoming aware of Dom sitting up against the headboard, naked on the bed, stroking his very hard cock. I stayed in the doorway of the bathroom, watching asDom continued to look me up and down. The gold-chained body jewelry, a waist-bikini-bottom that wrapped around my waist only covered parts of my ass. The front area was completely exposed. The other piece I was wearing was an upper body chain set. A gold necklace with sparkling gems gripped my neck like a choker necklace, with strands of gold chains curving down around by large breasts, leaving them exposed, as the chains continued down my naked stomach, linking at a gold chain that went around my waist, but sat slightly above the gold-chain of the bikini-bottom jewelry.
I started to move my hands as if to block my body, when Dom’s hard tone gritted out, “Don’t you dare cover up my body.” His eyes were heated and intense. “Come here.”
I put my hands to my side and walked towards the end of the bed. He was staring at me like a predator, and I honestly was very aroused by it, more than I thought I would be.
He motioned with his free hand, “Come to me.”
I crawled on the bed towards him.
“Fuck,fiammetta,you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.” His voice was gritted out as he started stroking his cock harder.
He made me feel brave as I crawled up until I was at his legs, then I crawled myself over him, grabbing his legs as I went along until I was positioned with my face near his, my hips hovering over his cock that he was still stroking and gripping. I leaned up so my body was in view, letting him look me over up close.
“I need you now,fiammetta.Give me what I need.”
I began moving my hips up and down so that I was rubbing against Dom’s cock, while he was still holding it.
“Your pussy is already wet for me, Sophie. Give me my wet pussy.”
I pushed his hand away from his cock, and positioned myself over it.
Without waiting, he reached out and grabbed my hips, gripping them tightly, then slowly lowered me down on him.
We both moaned as he slid perfectly into place. Once I was flush with him, he held me there for a moment as he looked me up and down again.
In a tight tone he said, “This is only for me. Understand,fiammetta?”
I whispered, with my eyes hooded, “Yes, Dom. Only for you.”
He then proceeded to show me how much he enjoyed my new ‘costume.’
And I couldn’t lie. I enjoyed it too.
Chapter 12
Trigger warning: Violence of a man against a woman (a slap on page).
Sophie’s POV
Dom and I had been going strong for a month now. There were moments when I questioned his loyalty to me, but he always made sure to reassure me. Instead of meeting once a week in his office, he now insisted I sit in his office with him whenever he worked from home, which occurred about two to three times per week. He would occasionally have me step out when he had a meeting with Marco that he felt should not be for my ears. He had once said, “I want your advice, your ears, your mind, but there are some parts of our world I would like to protect you from for as long as I can.”
