That’s the thing about control—it doesn’t always rest with the person who appears to hold it. I don’t want her dictating when and where we have sex, but that doesn’t mean she’s relinquishing control.
I just don’t know how to make her see it my way.
“Catarina,” I growl, lifting my head when she doesn’t verbally reply. “I need to hear the words.”
“Yes,” she rasps in a throaty voice grabbing handfuls of my ass. Her eyes are dark with desire as she stares straight through to my soul. “I want this. I want you. Fuck me, Massimo.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Catarina
Ican’t find it within myself to be ashamed for how I have manipulated my husband when Massimo takes control, and we are finally getting what we both want. “Place your hands on the window and push your ass out,” he commands, his voice thick with the same desire I feel flowing through my veins like a life-sustaining force. My initial instinct is to tell him to fuck off bossing me around, but I have pushed his buttons enough for one night. I can give him this. Truth is, I like this side of him. Scary as that thought is, I can’t back out now. I want him too much to continue arguing.
I do as he asks, arching my back and lifting my hips and my ass. A soft breeze blows across my backside when he shoves my dress up to my waist, exposing my bare cheeks in my flimsy thong. In one masterful move, he rips my thong, and lace shreds float to the ground around our feet. An animalistic grunt escapes his lips as his hand comes down hard on my ass. My core clenches as a stinging pain races across my exposed flesh.
“That’s for being a complete pain in my ass,” he says before his hand comes down again. “That’s for the audacity involved in leaving the house looking like this.”
I yelp as he caresses my sore cheeks before landing a third slap.
“That’s for daring to tempt me into fucking you when you know I’m powerless to resist.”
I keep my mouth closed, trapping the natural retaliations in my throat, before I ruin this for both of us. My core aches with need, and I whimper as I hear the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered. Heat covers my back when he bends over me, blanketing me with his body. His warm breath tickles my eardrum as he moves his mouth there. “I like obedient, quiet Catarina.” His teeth nip my earlobe as clothing rustles, and then I feel his skin flush against mine. A delicious shiver skates over my body at the feel of him surrounding me on all sides. “But I need to hear the words. Tell me again you are okay with this,” he says, pressing his erection against my ass.
“I want this but not in my ass.”
He grips my hips as he straightens up. “I know,mia amata,” he says in a softer tone. “I want to fuck your pussy, but I’m too mad to be gentle.”
“I like rough sex,” I truthfully admit, and I’m glad he can’t see my face to observe the embarrassment and humiliation there. Maybe I would have always liked it rough, but I’ll never know if it’s because of what I endured or natural proclivity.
“Tell me if you want to stop at any time, and I’ll stop,” he says.
A messy ball of emotion clogs my throat. Even angry with me, he is taking care to ensure this is fully consensual.
I am not worthy of him.
I can’t form words, so I nod my consent, and he immediately dips two fingers inside me. My greedy cunt grips his digits tightly as he pumps in and out of me, and I moan as delicious tremors trek over my entire body. “You’re fucking soaked. Your cunt is begging for my cock.” The air distorts as he changes position, and I cry out when his wet tongue teases the lips of my pussy. He runs his tongue up and down my slit for a few seconds before denying it to me. “I want to devour your pussy, but you don’t deserve it,” he says, pulling himself upright. Holding my hips, he tilts my ass up higher. “Hold tight,mia amata.” His cock nudges my slick entrance, and my pussy clenches and unclenches with wanton need. “This is going to be fast, hard, and dirty.”
He slams into me in one long thrust, and I scream his name, pushing back against him as he rams in and out of me. The feel of his hard, hot length pounding into me is almost enough to send me over the edge. “Jesus, fuck,” he pants, gripping my hips tighter to control the angle of his thrusts. “You feel so good, sweetheart. I love the way your hot little pussy is trying to squeeze all the cum from my cock.”
“Oh God,” I moan as he picks up his pace, ruthlessly fucking me and slamming my pelvis into the car in a way I know will leave bruises. I don’t care. All I care about is chasing the orgasm that is building and building at a steady pace. “Please,” I beg.
“What do you want,mia amata?” He grunts, driving his cock in so deep I swear he nudges my barren womb.
“I want to come.” I push back against him, gasping as stars burst behind my retinas when he ruts into me like a wild beast, digging his fingers into my hips to control the motion.
“I should deny you,” he pants, running one hand up and down my spine through my dress. “I should withhold it as punishment,” he adds, moving his hand to my breast and squeezing it hard, “but I promised I would always make it good for you, and I don’t renege on my word. Unlike some I know.” He kneads my breast a few times before his hand skims down the front of my body, and his fingers find their way to my swollen clit.
“Massimo,” I scream as he rubs me in sync with the rolling of his hips and the thrusting of his cock. My climax is building higher and higher, growing more intense when he presses down on my sensitive bud, applying more pressure. A garbled sound leaves my mouth as he works my body like a finely tuned instrument, and I am putty in his hands.
“Now,regina,” he roars, pinching my clit and flexing his hips. His balls slap against my ass when he buries himself deep, and powerful shudders rip through his strong body as he finds his release.
I scream as a crescendo of bliss crashes over me like a tsunami. Wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy lays siege to my body, and I’m crying and whimpering as he grunts and pants while he deposits his seed inside me. I don’t move as we milk every last drop of our orgasms, and I have never felt this good or more sated.
After a couple of minutes, I come down from my heavenly high, and reality rears its ugly head. Behind me, Massimo has grown still, and I feel his cock softening inside me. He doesn’t move, and the only sounds are the crickets chirping in the forest and our mutual exaggerated breathing.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, cleans me up with a tissue, and lowers my dress over my ass. I straighten up and turn around, ready to eat humble pie. His gorgeous green eyes lock on my hazel ones, and time stands still as we stare at one another, the weight of what we just did and so many unspoken words lying in the space between us.
I wet my lips and go first. “For the record, I was never going to fuck anyone else.”
