Kissing him seems to make everything feel better. The guilt is gone. The pain. All I can feel is the heat spreading through my body from my head to my toes.
I lick his bottom lip as I pull back from the kiss to breathe.
“Dominate me,” Tommy says, “Take me. Own me. You’re the only one I trust to do it.”
“I’ll own you,” I whisper. “I’ll fuck you until you’re a whimpering mess.”
I kiss him again, this time harder and more desperate. I can feel the heat rising between us and my own body reacts in kind. My skin is covered in goosebumps and every inch of me istingling. I know exactly what I want to do to Tommy, what I need to do.
I need to feel some kind of control of this entire situation. The situation of my life. Dominating Tommaso Dresvanni gives me that control; knowing how much he enjoys it only makes it that much more invigorating.
He kisses me back and I slide my hands up his shirt until I get to his back.
“Do you like the marks I left on your body?” I ask him. “When I cut into you with my knife.”
Tommy groans against my mouth as I speak. “Yes,” he replies.
I take my fingers and I dig them into the scars on his back and he trembles underneath my touch.
Every part of him needs to be mine in this moment. Whether it’s right or wrong doesn’t matter. Maybe I’ll feel differently later, but right now I just want to take him. Every fucking bit.
“No one even knows these marks are on you, just me?” I ask him.
He nods but I dig my nails harder against his back. “Use your fucking words.”
“Yes,” he finally says. “No one but you. Just you. Do you want them to know?”
“I want everyone to know that I’ve been here,” I tell him. “Even though they can’t… I want them to.”
“Maybe they’ll know eventually,” he whispers.
This only spurs me on.
I reach for the bottom hem of his shirt and pull it up and off. Revealing his strong muscular shoulders, soft pecs and all of the gorgeous skin of his. Plenty of it for me to mark.
As I lean down, he tilts his head back and I lick his throat. I bite down on the skin of his neck and suck at it hard. Whenit pops out of my mouth a red mark is left behind on his skin. Glistening and bruised.
“Look at that mark,” I mumble, letting my hot breath wash against it.
Tommy shivers and slides his hand onto my waist.
I grab his hand and pull it off me, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him off the couch in a second flat. “Tonight, you’re my toy, I play with you how I want to. Do you understand that?” I ask him.
Tommy’s eyes are hooded and dark, his breath already a bit heavy, but he nods and licks his lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Hearing him say that makes my cock twitch. I pull him out of the living room and as if he knows exactly what I’m going to ask next, he motions down the hallway toward the bedroom.
“Good boy,” I croon and drag him into the room. The bed is a four-poster bed, perfect. With dark sheets and duvet, the curtains pulled open ever so slightly letting the moonlight in. Just enough light to see each other.
“I’m assuming you have ropes,” I say as I let go of him.
“Drawer on the right,” he explains. “Everything you need is in there.” His voice is quiet, but excited.
My heart races in my chest. “Take your clothing off, every single piece. I want you naked by the time I turn back around.”
I open the nightstand drawer on the right, and sure enough, there’s several black ropes and other toys stashed away in there. I smirk to myself as I riffle through them. I can think of all the fun we can have together with the vibrator, the hand cuffs, and the flogger…but tonight, I’m focused on the ropes.
I pull them out as I hear a belt clink as it hits the hardwood floor.
