I move her leg away and stand up, my cock straining against my pants. What she doesn’t realize is I’m just as tortured as she is right now. I think back to that morning and how everything got interrupted and realize that I can’t risk that again. I need to feel what it’s like to finish inside her.
I yank my belt off, then free my cock.
My mouth meets hers again, and she moans delicately as I thrust into her. My hands rub up and down the soft skin on her backuntil they land on her perky ass, supporting her. I try to move slowly, realizing that if I let her come, then I’ll lose this little game that we’re playing.
Part of me wishes her hands were unbound so that they could be all over my body. But having her tied up like this has its own perks—she has no choice but to take what I give her.
As I carry on, I forget why I’m doing this. I forget about what made me tie her up beneath this bar. And instead, I lose control and fuck her like an animal against the wall. Her back arches and her legs grip around me tighter.
“You feel so good, Alessandro.” Hearing her say that—my name on her lips—sends me over the edge. My grip on her tightens as I feel myself come undone. It’s quicker than I would have liked, but this whole situation isn’t about her pleasure; I need to keep that in mind.
I pull away from her, her body going limp against the restraints, and I worry they’re digging into her wrists. But she doesn’t seem to notice or care as she stares up at me with hooded eyes.
My head feels remarkably clear after the orgasm—as if fucking her was all I needed to feel sane again.
Her eyebrows raise expectantly. She hasn’t come yet. And with her arms tied above her like that, there’s not much she can do.
I zip myself back up, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“So?” I ask.
“Hmm?”
Either she’s playing stupid or I’ve fucked her so hard that she forgot about what got us into this position.
“Who helped you?”
She winces. “Alessandro, please.”
I wander towards a bench and take a seat, admiring the sight of her hanging down, naked and spent. Her eyes begging for me to come back.
“You want me to do something about that aching clit. Don’t you?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Lap up your sweet taste until your thighs clench against my head and you scream.” I rest my chin on my hand. “Or I can go up to our room and grab some of those little toys you put in the bedside table.”
She looks surprised as she squirms beneath the restraints.
“Yes, I found those soon after we moved in. So many shapes and sizes of vibrators. Tell me, do you prefer the feeling of those or me—”
“You.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to finish.
I force myself to chuckle, an idea coming to mind. “Well, you can’t have me again until you tell me what I want to hear. And I don’t mind leaving you strung up as long as it takes, Sofia.”
Her eyes narrow as she squirms against the band again.
“You’ll stand there, arms raised uncomfortably over your head. Naked. Vulnerable. And worst of all, horny, with no way of relieving yourself.”
Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head. “Please, you can’t leave me here.”
“It’s up to you.” I flash her a smile as I stroll out of the weight room with a plan to send a mass text to everyone in the castle that no one, under any circumstances, should go into the gym in this wing today.
Chapter 24
Sofia
