She swallows daintily and I track the movement of her lovely neck as she continues to focus on the floggers.“What’s the difference?”she asks, still keeping her eyes on the floggers and not on me.
I reach for the one she has her eye on and remove it from its hook on the wall.“This one, it’s far too long and thin for you.It’s created for a sting, a sharp one, kitten.You need to work up to that or pass on it.”
She exhales a breath.“Oh.”Her eyes look to the next one, before she caresses it with a soft hand.“And this one?”
I turn her to face me.“Better.Still too thin for you, at least to begin with.”I lean down and lift her hair, kissing along the sensitive space between her shoulder and neck.“Although, I happen to know you like the space between pleasure and pain, no kitten?”
She lets out a breath.“I do.Just not a lot of pain,” she says, although it sounds like a question she’s not sure of the answer to, but I intend her to try things and learn but my tendencies run this side of inflicting any real pain to my kitten, just enough to draw pleasure from the act.
Sophia nods as she touches a different one.“You’re right, probably this one.”Sophia still thinks she’s in charge of her pleasure.It’s adorable really.“This one,” I tell her, taking a mop flogger from the wall.This is what we’ll start with, when we use one.”I run the tails over her bare arm.“Feel the difference?Thick, heavier, they produce an almost thudding massage, but you’re not ready for that yet.”
Her lower lip turns in a slight but undeniable pout as I loosen my tie.“Patience kitten.We’ll get there in good time.First, you’re going to show me that I can trust you to tell me when you’ve had enough.”
“Enough what?”
I turn her at the same time I hit the button on the remote in my pocket.It spins the wall at the far side of the room, and the St.Andrew’s cross emblazoned with the name Roselli on the steel base slides forward in all its 24 karat glory.The one hand designed by me and my designer and never used not even once.It’s as though it was waiting right alongside me for the right person.
Sophia’s eyes go wide as she swallows through her arousal.My kitten trusts me with her life, and now she’ll learn to trust me in a completely different way.“Ask me to undress you, Sophia.”
10
Sophia
The depth of desire in Massimo’s eyes turns my insides to jelly, making my knees so weak I can hardly believe it’s real.The dark-haired devil scoops me into his arms and kisses me long and hard, taking my breath away with every velvet caress of his tongue.“Ask me to undress you, Sophia,” he growls, only placing me down once we’ve reached the large gold cross with our last name etched into the base right below his family crest.
He holds my hand, looking into my eyes.This intense man is far more than I can deny, not that I even want to try.I’m not the innocent maiden in this little tryst.I want what he wishes to dole out with every fiber of my being, yet the thought of being tied to that cross in the lower level where no one can hear me scream should have me running for the hills, but it doesn’t at all.I swallow through my arousal, anticipation, and even angst.“Undress me, Massimo?”
He does not keep me waiting, but still goes so incredibly slow, peeling my coat, caressing my skin, and then the thin layer of my lace to expose my breasts, suckling them and teasing unmercifully before peeling the remainder from my skin.“Step,” he instructs as the undergarment reaches the floor.
Massimo folds the frilly lingerie neatly and lays it over a small table and takes my hand.“The heels stay,” he says, glancing down at them, helping me step onto the raised platform of the base otherwise completely in the nude.
Standing by the enormous cross, a million things run through my mind.All the questions, but not one leaves my lips.Just this mind-numbing arousal and desire to have him take me in the dirtiest of ways.I have the express feeling I’m about to find out just how dirty things can get when you try to seduce a Roselli.
His dark eyes pin me with the depth that’s captivated me from the very moment I saw him.He takes one hand, stroking my palm just the way he did in the back of his car, calming me without even saying word.“Trust me, kitten.”Massimo lifts my arms above my head, and slips the soft cuff attached to the cross around first one wrist and then the other, kissing my lips and my neck, and then each tip of my breasts as he makes his way south, caressing every inch of my belly as he makes his way to my center.What we both want, but he simply blows onto my heated flesh instead of giving me what every nerving ending south is craving.
His hands slide down the length of my thighs and curves of my calves, positioning first one foot and then the other, securing each of my ankles with the soft cuffs securely to the cross.Massimo stands, heating every inch of my skin like fire as he looks at his handiwork.
He takes a step back, the muscles beneath his dark suit rippling as he slides the loosened tie from his collar and then removes his jacket.Massimo lays them on the side table, delaying what he knows I want to see.He smirks, unbuttoning each of the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt before sliding it from his body and laying it over a straight back chair in the corner.He takes a seat, still watching me with those brooding eyes that seem to see right through my every desire.
Slickness pools in my center.He’s barely touched me but I’m ready for him right now.But something in that devilish smirk lets me know I may be in for more than I bargained for with the devil.“You’re teasing me,” I whisper, completely enamored and at his mercy as he finishes removing his shoes and then his socks.There’s something extremely raw and sexy about his bare feet, especially when he stands and strides with purpose toward me ready to play.
Massimo walks toward me, muscles rippling like a panther about to catch his prey.The way he moves causes my center to clench nothing but air when what I want is his hard cock buried deep inside of me.He touches something in his pocket and the lights dim, leaving a low seductive glow in the room.He gets closer and closer, the fresh scent of his soap permeating my senses as he reaches my side and kisses me lightly on the lips.
I nuzzle against him, even as he barely caresses the tips of both breasts between his finger and thumb, soft and gentle at first, and then firmer.I moan softly.He knows what he’s doing and just how much I like that.“Say my name,” Massimo says, squeezing a little harder.
The sound of his name leaves my lips without hesitation, “Massimo.”His lips trail, teasing the flesh after his fingers, caressing the burn his fingers caused not moments ago.“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, without hesitation or remorse, understand?If you’re getting close to your tolerance, tell me yellow, if it’s too much, you’ll tell me red, right away, without one bit of hesitation, understood?”
I nod but his dark eyes meet mine, capturing them as his finger strokes over my lips.“Words, kitten.I want to hear the words.”
“I’ll tell you.”
He slips a finger between my legs, stroking the heated flesh, running the slickness right over that little bundle of nerves that almost makes me cry out.But it’s far too soon for him, and instead he brings the finger to his nose, inhaling the scent of my arousal and tasting me on his finger.“Delicious and creamy, kitten,” Massimo growls, sliding his finger between my legs again, repeating that mind-numbing sensation right over my clit.
I instinctively rise, tipping onto my toes, my hips tilting in invitation.“Patience kitten.”He leaves me to walk to the cabinet of drawers below the implements on the wall, rummaging in a drawer for a few moments before pocketing a few selections.Every second he’s away makes me want him that much more.It’s like an inferno building deep inside of me that at some point is going to combust.
Massimo’s eyes meet mine as he reaches me.“Now I’ll tell you the rules,” he says, stroking a finger and then a nail over the tip of one nipple and then the other, teasing me unmercifully until both are erect and straining for more of his touch.He pulls a golden clip from his pocket with one hand.
“Rule number one.If you don’t want to try something, you’ll tell me immediately.”I nod, my breathing becoming more erratic as he grazes the cold of the golden clips over the tip of my breast.“Rule number two.You’ll never lie.If I ask if you want to try something, you’ll tell me the truth.Rule number three.You’ll always use the safe words I gave you, no matter what.”
