One breath, two breaths, three breaths. Carlo’s eyes are closed, his lips parted. His features are twisted into the shape of ecstasy. And I haven’t even begun yet.
Oh fuck it. I can’t wait anymore.
Slowly, I start to move. A gracefull dance of my hips. An undulation of my body. A languid glide up, and a sensual slide down.
Carlo groans. A deep sound of carnal pleasure. One that makes my toes curl.
I repeat my slow, gentle movements. His cock feels so good inside me. I can feel it nudging at my flesh. Rubbing over my tender rim.
“Faster,” Carlo pants, almost sounding like he is in pain.
Faster? After he stopped me from my orgasm? My husband is a cheeky man. This is what he demanded. So this is what he is getting.
I continue my elegant dance, with a smirk on my face.
He opens one eye. “Menace…”
The warning note in his voice makes me shiver. This is delicious. I’m going to keep this up.
But oh fuck do I want to cum. This is torture. Beautiful torture, but torment all the same. At least we are united in our suffering.
Both of Carlo’s eyes open. He gives me a look that makes my belly swoop, then suddenly the world is spinning. I yelp and bounce as my back hits the mattress.
I blink up at Carlo, who is now looming above me, his cock still buried deep in my ass.
Whoopsie. I forgot to tighten his chains. He can’t get off the bed. But he can do this.
His hands brace on either side of my head. I gulp.
He moves and my eyes roll back. A deep, powerful thrust. The strength of a mature man. Everything I have been inadvertently missing by riding. Oh my.
Carlo plows into me. He fucks me hard, fast and deep. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can only feel immense pleasure.
Slapping sounds are filling the air. The mattress is bouncing. Little grunts are being forced out of my lungs by sheer force and pressure.
This is heavenly.
Carlo has me pinned down. I’m overpowered. I can’t reach the cattle prod, and my intelligence is of no use against such raw animal magnetism. Even the chains are useless. Carlo could even use them against me, wrap them around my throat and throttle me while he fucks the life out of me.
What a way to go.
Stars and fireworks and galaxies explode in my mind. I scream high and long as my orgasm burns through me with the force of a thousand suns. My ass clamps down on Carlo’s cock, clenching him tightly. Carlo groans, grunts, shakes and shudders his way through his own orgasm. Spurts of wetness fill my ass.
With one last groan, Carlo collapses. He falls on top of me, squishing me flat and knocking what little air I had out of my lungs.
But then he quickly rolls away. He lands on his back beside me, panting heavily.
My heart is beating far too fast. My muscles are quivering. Aftershocks are sparking through me. Sweat is starting to cool in places I’d rather not think about.
And my soul is full. It’s brimming with joy. Carlo didn’t kill me. He didn’t seize the opportunity to keep his power over me. He didn’t try to run away. When it came to it, when push came to shove and he was in his truest, wildest state, he had no desire to escape at all. He didn’t even think of hurting me.
When he could have had anything, the only thing he wanted… was to make love to me.
Chapter twenty-nine
Carlo
The sound of hushed talking coming from the kitchen wakes me up. Ginni’s voice is soft, restrained. He barely sounds like himself at all.
