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"So sweet," he groans, his knuckles brushing against my clit, testing the slickness coating my thighs. "Dripping for me already, and I haven't even touched you properly."

"Romeo..." my voice comes out as a needy whimper.

"Tell me what you want, Donna," he commands softly, his mouth hovering just an inch above my swollen clit, his breath torture against my sensitive skin. "Use your words."

"I want your mouth," I gasp, my hips rolling upward off the mattress, searching for his heat in the blind dark. "I want you to lick me."

"As my queen commands," he whispers.

He does not rush it. He licks me like he is learning a language, then sucks my clit between his lips until my back bows off the mattress. Two fingers slide into me, thick, searching, curling until my mouth falls open.

"You hid behind silk for three years," he says against me, voice gone dark. "Tonight the silk belongs to me. You come first. Then you come again. Then I will give you what you are begging for."

"It’s scary when you talk like that." I bite my lip, completely his, no matter how scary that thought is.

"Good." He kisses my clit like a mouth. "I want you wet and a little afraid of how much you like me."

He puts my legs over his shoulders and fucks my mouth with his tongue until I am sobbing under the ribbon. Then he kneels up, the bed dipping by my right shoulder, and taps my lips with the head of his cock.

"Open." He commands softly.

I open. He slides over my tongue, not too deep at first, letting me taste the saltiness and slight bitterness of his cock. I hollow my cheeks and take more because I want him ruined too. He curses in Italian and fists my hair.

"That's it. Suck your Don. That’s my fucking good girl." He groans, making me suck him faster and harder at the praise.

He fucks my mouth in shallow, controlled strokes, then pulls free with a wet sound and shifts down the bed until he knocks my knees apart with his hands. The blindfold makes it obscene. I can only feel how thick he is, how he drags over my G spot, and how his fingers find my clit and rub in time with thrust.

"You come twice more before I fill you, count for me, Kitten." He mutters against my neck, his lips trailing down to lick a broad swipe at my hard nipple before kissing across to my other one.

I count, wrecked. One. Two. He does not stop between them. He overstimulates me until I am laughing and crying and begging him to come. He does, buried to the hilt, groaning into my throat while his cock throbs and pulses, painting me from the inside.

He does not untie the ribbon yet.

He pulls out, and I feel the empty ache, the wet slide of him leaving me. Then his mouth is on me again, licking through the mess he just made, and I jerk so hard the brass headboard slams the wall.

"Romeo, I can't; it's too much."

"You can." His voice is wrecked and pleased. "This is what the dark is for. No one to see how sloppy you get for me."

He fucks me with his tongue until I come again, weaker, shaking. Completely exhausted, he finally undoes the knot. Light comes back into my world, making me blink rapidly. He kisses my eyelids.

He does not leave it off for long.

Before dawn he uses the ribbon for something else. He ties my wrists to the brass, loose enough that I could slip them, tight enough that I do not want to. He kisses down my body and fucks me with his fingers until I am lifting off the bed, then replaces them with his cock and takes me in long, dragging strokes.

"Tell me if it is too much."

"It is too much. Do not stop."

He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, and he rubs my clit and talks me through another orgasm, then another, until I am hoarse and sore. When he comes, he bites my shoulder and stays buried, undoing the ribbon with shaking hands, kissing the marks on my wrists like they are holy.

And then his tongue sweeps over me.

A jagged cry tears from my throat as the rough, hot flat of his tongue coats my clit from bottom to top in one long, devastating stroke. He crawls up my body, making me taste myself with a deep groan; he tastes like blood orange, scotch, and me. His mouth is hungry and unyielding as he spreads my pussy with his large thumbs, holding me wide open for his worship.

Every flick of his tongue feels like a bolt of lightning dancing across my nerves. Every suction of his lips around my swollen clit sends shockwaves of heat crashing through my belly, pulling my toes tight, arching my back off the bed until my breasts strain against the silk of my chemise.

He groans into my pussy, the sound vibrating straight into my core, driving me closer and closer to the edge.