By the seventh, her ass is a bruised, deep red—marked exactly how I want it. And her folds are slick and needy as she writhes helplessly against the ropes.
“You cum when I say so.”
Again, I reach into the drawer, bringing out the nipple clamps and fastening them against her perky tits. She shudders, her breath catching as I haul her over onto her back.
I part her legs, eyeing the pink, swollen flesh between her thighs before brushing my tip against her entrance.
In one brutal stroke, I thrust into her, burying myself so deep she screams right away. Holding her in place by her hips, I slam into her again and continue thrusting hard and fast. The moment I tug on the nipple clamps, she shatters. Her cries hit a new, desperate pitch, and I enjoy every single ragged sound she makes.
Damn do I crave every bit of this moment. Her hair splayed over the sheets, her hands tightly bound, and her heavy breasts jiggling with every thrust.
Her lips quiver as she moans, lost between pleasure and pain.
“You don’t come until I say so,” I remind her, smacking the inside of her thigh. “Now, say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs, then gasps as she catches her mistake. “I’m yours, Daddy.” And finally, there comes her desperate plea, “Please let me come. Please, Daddy.”
My dick pulses with desire as I lower my head to her neck, sucking and biting until I’m sure that I’ve left my mark on her skin. I don’t stop pounding into her even as the tears roll down her face.
“Now cum for me, baby.”
Her pussy clenches around my length, and her body writhes as I feel my cock slick with her cum.
“Dominic!”
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release until my vision blurs and I’m spilling into her with a guttural growl. Seconds later, I collapse beside her, pulling her into a searing kiss while we both breathe heavily. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat as I haul her against my side.
I don’t bother to untie her wrists, and for a long moment, I just stay there, taking in the reckless beauty in my arms, and a thought settles in my mind. How does she not realize it? How has she walked her entire life without anyone stopping long enough to see what I see right now? The raw beauty of her face as her red hair falls across my sheets, and the beautiful glimmer in her eyes as they shine with happiness.
Beauty comes in different colors, and somehow, the world convinced her that hers didn’t count. Well, they’re all fools…and I’ll spend my last breath reminding her that sheisbeautiful, both inside and out. In fact, she’s the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.
“My cock was so good it has you in tears.”
She bites her lips, her dainty finger reaching out to stroke my chin.
“My pussy was so good you forgot to keep your promise.”
I growl when I realize she’s talking about my promise of making love to her through the night.
“Why?” she asks, sliding a finger down my chest, then grabbing my cock. “Getting old, Daddy?”
I narrow my eyes at her, a dark desire rising in my chest.
“You’ve got a lot of mouth on you, Princess. Let’s see how long that’ll last.”
In a split second, I’m between her legs, my head buried between her thighs.
Chapter thirty-two
Isabella
Two Months Later
My hand clenches around the bouquet as I walk down the aisle. Soft wind blows my veil, carrying along the tail end of my gown. I catch my reflection in the lake out of the corner of my eyes, and I must admit, I’ve seen a million perfect views in my lifetime…but nothing compares to this.
Mountains rise tall in the distance, the garden filled with every flower known to man.
It’s not a grand wedding. There are no guests, no flashing cameras. Just the priest, Matteo, and Sharon standing at the back while my husband stands at the altar.
