“Let me go,” she spits, twisting in my grip.
If she could see the rotting, obsessive shrine I’ve built to her in the darkest corners of my mind, she’d be screaming her safe word right about now.
“Never,” I breathe into her hair, inhaling her scent—the most intoxicating perfume in existence.
I carry her, kicking and struggling, into the bedroom. I don’t throw her on the bed. That’s too crude. I lower her onto it softly, like a perfect gentleman. I straddle her, pinning her wrists above her head with one of my hands. Her eyes are locked on mine, and in the depths of them I catch lust just as dark as my own.
She’s my perfect match.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?” I ask. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”
She doesn’t answer, because the truth would shatter the little fantasy we’ve got going on here. She wants me just how I want her. This is all play.
“You’re going to be ruined for any other man. I’m going to crawl so far inside you, you’ll never get me out.”
A shudder wracks her body.
My free hand trails down her side, from the delicate curve of her ribs to the flare of her hip. I hook my finger in the strap of her nightgown and pull it down, exposing her shoulder. I follow the path with my tongue, tasting her.
Her thoughts must be screaming.Stop. Don’t stop. How did I get here? Why do I want this?Little prey. You want it because you were made for me. Every cell in your body knows it.
I flip her over and press her face into the cool sheets. I take a moment, just to look. The nightgown has bunched up around her waist, revealing the perfect globes of her ass. I run a possessive hand over one cheek.
“No,” she mumbles into the bedding. “Not there.”
Oh, yes. Especially there. I will own every hole you have to offer.
I part her cheeks, and the sight of that tight, puckered hole makes my vision swim. It will be mine. I lower my head and press my tongue against it. She jerks violently, a choked cry tearing from her throat.
“Stop! Valerio, no!” Her protests are muffled by the sheets, but I hear every word. And I ignore every single one. I feast. I lick and probe, my tongue circling, then pressing insistently against the little asshole. I can feel her fighting it, but her muscles are beginning to relax, to flutter against my tongue.
See? Your body knows its master. It’s just your mind that’s slow to catch up.
I watch her as I slide the first finger into her ass. She’s so fucking tight. A strangled gasp escapes her lips. I push in deeper, to the first knuckle, then the second.
“Yellow?” I ask. If she wants me to stop, I will stop. Even if it goes against my very breath.
“No yellow. I’m okay,” she chokes out.
Triumph, savage and absolute, courses through me. I begin to move my finger, slowly, in and out. I add a second finger, pushing them both in deep. This time, her reaction is different—it’s genuine discomfort.
It’s too much. Too fast. An owner protects their property. An owner breaks it in carefully, so it lasts forever.
I immediately withdraw one finger, leaving just the first one inside her. I lean over her, my chest against her back.
“Shhh,” I murmur, becoming something closer to a soother. “Just one, then. Just feel this. Relax for me. Let me in.”
I feel the fight go out of her. I continue with just one finger, my other hand snaking around to find her pussy. I circle her clit with my thumb as I gently finger her ass, and her choked sobs turn into helpless moans.
That’s it. Give in. Give it all to me. Every last piece of you.
I wait until I feel her pushing back against my hand. That’s my signal. I withdraw my finger and position myself behind her.
I spit all over my hand and use it to jerk off over and over again, making sure my dick is sopping wet. Then I press the head of my cock against her asshole.
“Yellow?” I ask again.
