I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure blasts through me, and the rope snaps taut around my wrists after I forget about them completely. I have no control over my hands, no way to stop Sandro—though I can’t imagine why I would—as his strong fingers release my aching nipples to wrap around my thighs, and he holds my legs open so his mouth can devour my clit.
He lavishes my body with attention, his lips sucking, his tongue swirling until stars burst behind my eyelids, and the pleasure is so exquisite, I can’t breathe, let alone think. The fact that I’mhelplessly at his disposal only makes the excitement burn hotter, and suddenly, I want to experience everything Sandro intends to do to me now that he has complete control.
I’m gasping by the time he comes up for air, his lips parting from my clit with a wet kiss that makes me moan. I’m so close to the edge, I know it would take nothing to tip me over, and I writhe, my hips bucking uncontrollably as I seek the warmth of his mouth once more.
“My greedy girl,” Sandro purrs, the dark pleasure in his voice telling me he knows exactly how desperate I am. “You have to be patient if you want my cum.”
A shiver racks my body as scorching chills flash across my skin.How does he make it sound so hot?
I don’t know what to say. My lips part as my mind races, my need so intense that I would do anything, say anything, for relief.
“You think you can take my cock without coming before I tell you to?” Sandro asks.
No. Not unless he plans on letting me come as soon as he touches me.But I nod eagerly, too overwhelmed by the stimulation to take him seriously. It’s not like that’s something I can control.Right?
Sandro hums, the sound low and approving as his lips skate slowly up my body, lingering to brush across my silk-clad nipples before they find my throat. I can feel his hips settle between my thighs, the weight of his body covering me like a warm blanket as his woodsy, masculine scent fills my nose.
Then his cock is pressing between my folds, the tip swollen, the skin as soft as silk against my tender flesh that’s been ravishedrelentlessly since our wedding night. I’m sore from the countless times we’ve had sex, the constant ache a reminder of Sandro throughout the day. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And now, as his hard length finds my entrance, it’s all I can do not to beg him for more.
As if sensing my desperations, he slides into me in one slow, deep thrust, and I gasp as our bodies meet, the base of his cock grinding against my clit.
I’m a goner. There’s no way I can hold back, and I sob with the force of the orgasm that rips through me without warning. My back arches, my legs wrapping around his hips as my walls throb around his thick erection. God, he feels so good, so perfectly right for my body—like the key to my lock, only he can undo me. I can’t stop the pulsing waves of euphoria that crash through me, washing out to my fingers and toes, carrying blissful relief.
For a moment, I feel weightless before I slump back onto the bed, my legs like noodles as they slowly unwind from Sandro’s waist. Breathing heavily, I soak up the intoxicating satisfaction.
Then, a softtskissues by my throat, making the hair on the nape of my neck stand on end. Sandro’s lips ghost across the shell of my ear. “Now that was naughty.”
17
SANDRO
I can feel the shudder that ripples through Evi, and it makes my cock swell almost painfully inside her tight hole. It’s her first time trying bondage, and God, if she isn’t handling it like she was born to be my slave.
I knew I’d pushed her past the point of no return before I’d even asked her. There was no way she could have held out longer. I’d had her on the edge of release for far too long. Which was all part of the plan. I wanted to feel her fall apart on my cock as soon as I slid inside her.
And God, but she did just that. Something about the sweet sounds Evi makes when she comes is enough to drive a man crazy. I want nothing more than to fuck her hard and long and fast until I hear them again. But that’s not what tonight is about.
Even if I knew she would fail, Evi did say she could hold off her orgasm.
So now I get to punish her.
I brush my lips across the shell of her ear, relishing the way her nipples harden against me from the slight contact. “Now that was naughty,” I tease.
She whimpers as I rock back, sliding out of her pussy, which is positively dripping for me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing beautifully as her breasts rise and fall more quickly, straining against the black fabric of her slip.
“You broke your promise to me, Evi. Do you know what happens when you break a promise to me?” I rasp, sliding down the bed to grasp her ankles.
“N-no,” she stutters, and my stomach clenches at the sudden fear stunting her words.
Lifting one of her delicate, perfectly manicured feet to press a soft kiss against the inside of her ankle, I murmur, “Do you still trust me?”
Her breaths come hard and fast now, near hyperventilation. But she swallows forcefully and gives a jerky nod.
“I need to hear you say it, Sunshine,” I command, gauging her body’s reactions as I debate if I’m pushing her too far, too fast. She’s just sodamninnocent—and I don’t want to break her.
