I squeezed my legs together even harder, whining softly with fear.
“Shush,” he whispered. “I will part your legs now and start with just one finger. Relax.”
I knew he’d do as he was saying whether I wanted it or not. So I relaxed.
“Good. And now spread those legs wide for me.”
I did as I was told.
“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say now. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Delicately, he started to kiss me on the lips while his hand slid down. With his other hand, he held my head, deepening the kiss. I yielded, and an instant later, our tongues were dancing, quicker and quicker. I wanted him. My lips were growing greedier.
“Calm down, baby. Not so fast. Remember—this is supposed to be punishment,” he breathed into my ear as his hand reached the lace fabric of my panties. “I love how your skin feels in that lace. Now, be still and don’t move.”
Massimo’s fingers slipped into the most intimate spot of my body. Slowly, with his lips right next to my ear, he explored the inside of my thighs, gently stroking them with two fingers, teasing me. He rubbed my lips down there and finally slid inside. I felt his touch, so wonderful, and my back arched. I moaned in ecstasy.
“Don’t move and be silent. Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?”
I nodded quickly. His finger sank deeper, until it was all the way in. I clenched my teeth, trying to remain silent, while he started to move, subtly and sensually, inside me. His middle finger slid in and out, while his thumb softly fondled my clit. I felt his weight subsiding and then shifting downward. I stopped breathing. His fingers didn’t stop.
He reached his destination. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers out, making me wince. But then I felt his breath through the lace of my panties.
“I’ve dreamed about it since I first saw you. I want you to talk to me when I start. Tell me if I’m doing it good. Direct me. I want to give you ecstasy,” he breathed, pulling my thong down my legs.
On instinct, I brought my legs together, embarrassed.
“Spread them wide for me! I want to see it.”
That’s when I realized why he had given me the mask—he wanted me to feel more comfortable during our first intercourse. It made me feel like he was seeing less than he actually was. It’s a bit like with children who close their eyes when they’re afraid, thinking that if they can’t see, they can’t be seen, either.
I slowly did as he told me and heard him inhaling deeply. He spread my legs wider, piercing me with his gaze, sinking deeper into my most intimate, secretive places.
“Lick me,” I moaned, unable to keep quiet anymore. “Please, don Massimo!”
Hearing that, he started steadily rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“You’re patient. You like to be punished.”
He leaned down and sank his tongue in my snatch, his movements dynamic. I wanted to grab him by the hair, but my hands were tied behind my back. With the fingers of one hand he spread the lips of my pussy, wanting to reach that most sensitive spot.
“I want you to come, and I want to torture you with more orgasms until you beg me to stop. But I won’t stop. I need to punish you, Laura.”
He ripped the sleeping mask off my face.
“I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and again.”
He pushed himself up and slipped a pillow beneath my head.
“You need to see everything clearly,” he said.
Between my legs, Massimo was at the same time sexy and terrifying. I’ve never liked it when a man looked at me when I was orgasming. Somehow it felt too intimate. This time, I had no choice. He swooped in again, his lips caressing my clit, and two of his fingers impaled me. I closed my eyes, feeling myself on the very brink of rapture.
“Harder,” I whispered.
His fingers kept stroking expertly, while his tongue never stopped.
“Kurwa mać!” I shouted in my native tongue as I came for the first time. The orgasm was long and strong, overwhelming. My body was taut like a string, trapped by what Massimo was doing. When I felt the orgasm subside, he rushed at my exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. I clenched my teeth until they grated, squirming—impaled by his two fingers.
“I’m sorry!” I cried after the next wave of painful bliss overcame me.
The Man in Black slowly relented, let my body cool down, softly kissed and stroked all the places that were hurting now. My hips collapsed to the mattress when he was finished. As I lay still, he slipped his hand beneath me and loosened the strap around my wrists so I could slide my hands free. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Slowly he pushed himself up, reached for the nightstand, and fished out a box of wet wipes. Gently he wiped the spots he had been attacking with such brutality just a moment ago.
“Apology accepted,” he said, and disappeared back into the main compartment.
I kept still for a moment longer, analyzing everything, but I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I only knew one thing: I was so calm now, and so sore, as if I had been fucking him for hours.
When I returned, Massimo was sitting in his seat, biting his upper lip. He turned his head, sending me a look.
“My lips smell of your pussy now. Suddenly I’m not so sure if you were the one punished.”
I sat down opposite him, seemingly unmoved by what he said.
“So, what are our plans for today?” I asked coolly, snatching the champagne glass from his hand.
“You’re getting adorably insolent.” He smiled and poured himself another glass. “I can see the size of the plane stopped bothering you.”
I swallowed a sip of champagne with difficulty. I did forget about my fear.
“Getting to know its interior changed my perspective. So what’s the plan?”
“You’ll learn in time. I’ll do some business and you’ll get to play the mobster’s girl,” he said, boyish amusement illuminating his face.
When we landed, a pair of black SUVs and a whole security team was already waiting for us. One of the men opened the door for me, then shut it as I made myself comfortable in my seat. Each time I saw those cars, I thought it was a little bit magic—the way they moved all that stuff from place to place. How did those guys and those cars manage to keep pace with Massimo? What broke my chaotic reverie, probably fueled by all those orgasms, were the words of my oppressor, uttered into my ear.
“I’d like to be inside you,” he whispered, and his hot breath paradoxically chilled me to the bone. “Deep and brutal. I’d like to feel your wet snatch close around my cock.”
The words I heard woke each and every ounce of my rich imagination. I could feel what he was saying almost physically. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down the frantic beat of my heart. It grew a bit steadier. Suddenly, Massimo’s warm breath vanished, and I heard him saying something to the driver. The words were unintelligible, but after a few seconds, the car veered off the road and stopped. The man stepped out, leaving us completely alone.
“Sit in the passenger seat in the front,” Massimo said, pinning me with his cold, black stare. He didn’t look like he was about to move himself, which seemed a bit strange.
“Why?” I asked, disoriented.
Massimo’s face took on an expression of annoyance, and his jaw clenched.