Something about him calling me little fox drives me wild. I drop to my knees and look up at him, nervous anticipation thrumming through me as I await his instructions.
"Open your mouth."
I do as he asks, parting my lips wide enough to make my jaw ache. He strokes his thick, hard cock a couple of times and then steps forward to slide his length all the way to the back of my throat.
My eyes water as I try not to choke. Damiano strokes my cheek, soothing my panic, and I get myself under control. I wrap my lips tight around him as he grabs a fistful of my hair to hold me in place.
"I'm going to fuck your hot little mouth, Violetta, and come down your throat. You'll swallow every drop."
I nod as much as I'm able, eager to give him this. As he thrusts in and out, setting a furious pace from the start, I reach out to grab hold of his thighs.
"No, Violetta. Hands behind your back."
As I do as he commands, clasping my fingers together, my shoulders are drawn back and my breasts pulled forward. Damiano murmurs his approval as he fucks my mouth like a man possessed. Tears spill from my eyes as I gag but he doesn't let up. He grasps my hair tightly and takes what he needs.
When he groans as if in pain I know he's about to come. He pulls back a little as his seed bathes my tongue. I do as he commanded and don't waste a single drop.
His breathing is harsh as he bends to pull me to my feet. Before I can register what he's about to do, he lifts me up and dumps me over his shoulder.
The last time I was carried this way it was Tomasz taking me away from the scene of the ambush. This feels nothing like that. Then I was terrified. Now I know I’m safe. Whatever else has happened with Damiano, I trust him in this.
He carries me up the stairs at the back of the palazzo and along the corridor to his bedroom. I squeal as he tosses me down on the bed. He's on me a second later, stealing my breath with a kiss that ignites my arousal.
As he presses against me I realize he's already hard again. The man is insatiable. I’ve been mulling something for days. I know what I give him, though I can’t be sure why. He positions himself between my legs and I make a decision. Whether it's a wise one, only time will tell."
I put my hands on his chest and he pauses. "Not like this."
He props himself up on his elbows and stares down at me, unsure. I push him away and he goes without hesitation.
Before he feels the sting of rejection, I roll over onto my stomach. Then I get up onto my hands and knees.
"Ah," Damiano murmurs, understanding I want something different.
He kneels behind me and grabs my hips. His cock nudges my pussy and I shake my head.
"No, not there."
Damiano goes very still. "Violetta?"
I know he's clever enough to grasp what I'm offering but he won't take it until I'm sure. That's one thing I love about him. He'll push my boundaries but never overstep.
Though the words feel wrong in my mouth I say them anyway. "I want you to fuck my ass."
He blows out a breath, then trails his fingers along the crease between my butt cheeks to press against my forbidden hole.
"Violetta, are you sure?" he checks. "You really want to give this to me?"
"I do."
He murmurs something quietly to himself, making his own decision.
For a minute, as he climbs off the bed, I think that's it. I've gone too far and upset him somehow.
Then I hear the drawer in the nightstand opening. He gets back onto the bed behind me and presses down on my shoulders until my face hits the mattress.
I hear him uncap the bottle he got from the drawer and the sounds of him slicking his cock with lubricant. He dribbles a little on my ass and smears it over the puckered hole.
When he slides a finger inside me I moan deeply. It's strange but I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't touched myself there before. He adds another finger and pushes them as far as they'll go before slowly drawing them out again.
