“I don’t hear you,chica.”
“More, Daddy! Fuck me… Please, harder… I want to come… Please make me come… I want to make you come.”
She obeys me, begging every few thrusts as her tits swing above my face. I lift my head and shoulders off the bed and latch on, alternating sides as I suck and bite.
“I’m getting close, Daddy.”
I shift how she rides me, making her bounce on my dick. She shakes her head, not liking how her clit isn’t getting the friction she needs.
“Third phase,chica.”
“NO!”
She wails her response, clearly not in agreement with my plan. It’s as much an orgasm denial for her as it is for me—except I’m doing it to keep from ending this prematurely. She’s got me harder than I’ve ever been. That’s saying something because I’m in a perpetual state of blue balls with her. I’m hard all the damn time.
My free hand wraps around her throat, and she leans into my hold.
“Real breath play or just this?”
“Real.”
I gradually tighten my hold, watching her every reaction. The last thing I want is to terrify her or hurt her. I want—need—her to know her trust isn’t misplaced. She rides me as I choke her. Her eyes close, but it’s her choice. They don’t droop shut. I don’t ease up. She grows wilder as she goes back to rocking on my cock. I shift my gaze from her face to her hands over my head. Her fingers are claws before they ball into fists and press against the headboard. She throws her head back as best she can, giving me the entire expanse of her throat. Color blossoms on her cheeks and darkens by the second.
I release her, and she inhales a deep gasp. I slip my hand into her hair and push her toward me. I kiss where my palm just rested before devouring her mouth. I push her away and return my hand to her throat. We go through three rounds of choking and kissing before her expression intensifies. I know she’s close to her orgasm.
“Come for me,chiquita.”
She does her best to nod as I tighten my hold the most I’ve done so far.
“Five…Four…Three…Two…One. Now,chica.”
I release her, and her back arches as she screams, and her cunt clamps around my cock.
“Daddy!”
“Chica!”
Fucking hell. This is the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. They keep getting better every time I’m with Vita. Every time I fall for her a little harder, the experience becomes a little more intense.
I sit up and release her hands. She caresses my shoulders, and I realize her bondage may have put me in control, but denying her touch was a punishment to myself.
How do I balance my need for control and dominance with my need to give in to her?
Chapter Thirty-One
Alejandro
I left Vita sleeping. I know how emotionally exhausted she must be since she explained the conversation with Salvatore and Sylvia just before she fell asleep. I’d give anything to spend the night alongside her, but I don’t have that luxury right now. Instead, I’m sitting inTíoEnrique’s study as his phone connects a call to Maks.
“It’s never a pleasure, Enrique.”
“I’m hardly calling to invite you over for tea.”
“What do you want?”
“So grouchy, Maks. Not getting enough beauty sleep?”
“Don’t fuck around, Enrique. The twins and Laura all have the flu. It’s been a long fucking night.”
