“Let me taste you,” she whispers. “Please, Tavi.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I sit on the edge of the bed, and she falls to her knees in front of me. Eagerly, she licks the tip of my cock, stifling a moan. I fist her hair and force her mouth harder down my shaft.
“Touch yourself while you suck me,” I order. I thrust in her mouth with a groan. Fuck.
I close my eyes, basking in the feel of this. I’ve lost count of how many blow jobs I’ve gotten, but nothing, nothing, compares to this. She licks and sucks my shaft and weighs my balls in her hand, then she suckles the head of my cock. I’m drowning in the hot, seductive feel of her mouth on me, the way she bobs her head, eager to please me. I reach for where my belt lies on the bed.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I warn her. Her eyes widen a bit when she sees the leather dangling from the buckle in my fist, but she keeps going, keeps pleasing me. I fist her hair and move her head up and down. I’ll fucking relish every second of this.
“Jesus, baby,” I groan, then my voice trails off in Italian when she does something magical that makes my cock spasm and jolt. I lift the belt and slap it on her naked ass. Her mouth tightens on my cock.
“Keep sucking,” I order, then slap her ass again with the belt.
Sex is the ultimate domination, second only to spanking her. I’ll have Elise’s submission if I have to whip and fuck it out of her. Hell, I’ll enjoy every damn second.
She groans, rocking her hips while her fingers work her pussy, sucking my cock as I fuck her mouth and lash the tip of the belt against her ass. We work ourselves to a frenzy until her eyes flutter closed and I can tell she’s about to come.
She won’t own the climax, not now. Her orgasms belong to me.
I stop my hips and drop the belt. “On the bed. Get on your knees.”
She hastens to obey, flopping on the bed, then rushing to her knees when I slap her ass. Her eagerness is a definite turn-on. I love her pert, pink ass, kissed with the tip of my belt. I kneel behind her and reach my hand to her breast. I love the way she moans. I love the way she gives this all to me. The pretty pink petals of her pussy are slick and welcoming when I drag my cock along her heated red ass.
“Fuck baby,” I groan, when I feel her wet, tight pussy. I tease it with the head, and she arches her back, silently begging for more. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re perfection.”
I glide my cock through her damp folds, then slowly tease her entrance. The walls of her sex clench around me, and I have to hold myself back when she gives a genuine moan of delight.
She heaves a sigh. “This. God, you feel so good.”
I feel good? I’m so damn primed after the blow job. I rest my torso against her, framing her body with mine, sink into her and build a slow rhythm. I savor the feel of her pussy milking my cock, the way my balls slap against her naked, hot skin.
I love the way her soft, gorgeous curves yield to me like a gentle caress. I love the way she’s as eager as I am. I love the way she’s giving fully into this, without a trace of holding herself back.
I thrust and savor her moans, the way she rocks her hips. I finger her heavy breasts that drag along the bed when she arches her back and weigh them in my hands.
“You’ve got a greedy pussy, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear. “I should whip you for that.”
“Think you already did,” she says, rocking with me as I thrust over and over.
“That was a warm up.” She gets turned on by being spanked. I’m gonna have fun with that. I slap my hand against her thigh, making her moan even harder. “They say pain heightens a climax.”
“Oh?”
I slap her ass again, and again, never slowing my thrusts as her skin blooms pink. I reach for her throat and wrap my fingers around the delicate skin. I remember pushing her up against the wall, choking her. She hated it then. Now, she gasps. When I release her throat only long enough to stroke it, she bends her head back and kisses my arm.
The harsh, irregular cadence of her breathing tells me she’s close to coming, just as a familiar shiver of need courses through me. We’re both close.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs. “Oh, God, Tavi, I’m gonna come.”
“Climax with me.”
I may not be the first she’s ever had, but goddamn if I’ll be the only one she remembers.
I thrust hard, and she moans out loud. I feel the first clench of her spasms as she begins to climax. I’m shocked at the intensity of my own need to come, like she’s awakened a response deep within me.
“Come, baby. Let yourself go. Come.”
“Tavi!” she screams, my name echoing in my room at her first wave of pleasure. My cock jerks inside her. I milk every drop of pleasure from her and she rides me until we’re panting and exhausted.
We lay, joined together, our bodies still coupled, for long minutes. She’s naked but I’m still partially dressed. It doesn’t matter. I drag my fingers along her shoulders, a gentle touch. She reaches for my hand and kisses my palm, and if that isn’t the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I hold her beneath me, a little stunned that I’m gonna marry her.
I’ll call Romeo today. We’ll move the wedding up. We’ll deal with Mama and Nonna and whatever shit my family gives me.
I gave up everything for my family.
I’ll take Elise.
This woman’s mine.
CHAPTER 8
Elise.
What.
Just.
Happened.
I’ve had sex before.
But that wasn’t… sex.
I completely surrendered myself to him.
He’s a master in the bedroom, and I’m his goddamn slave.
And I liked it.
A part of me, a very small part, granted, sits stunned by the magnitude of my feelings.
My legs are numb. My breasts still tingle. My ass burns, but in the best possible way. He just eviscerated every memory of sex I ever had, and I don’t have any regrets.
I should… I should.
Something happened earlier today after he identified the body, I know it did. Something between us. I’m not a sentimental girl and never have been, but there are moments in time that burn in your memory like a brand, and today’s one of those.
It wasn’t really what he said or what I said. It wasn’t what we did. It was more of a mutual understanding. I saw a vulnerable side to him I didn’t anticipate. And he trusted me with what I’d bet few, if any, have ever seen before.
I’ll honor that.
I could feel his need to dominate me when we came in this house, and my body responded like it was made for this. That he could hurt me but didn’t… it’s more than an aphrodisiac. It fuels my need for more.
Silently, he undresses and pulls his T-shirt over his head.
“Could’ve done that before you fucked me. You owe me, Mr. Rossi,” I tease, because the view of Tavi shirtless is something you’d find in a men’s mag centerfold.
“Watch it, woman,” he says, in that husky voice of his, but there’s a softness to him brought out by our lovemaking.
If making love to this man is what mellows him, I’ll make love to him night and day.
I mentally tally my cycle, when I’m due for my period. I obviously haven’t had birth control since I’ve been his prisoner. I guess it’s a crap shoot, really. Vittoria has never gotten pregnant, and I’d guess that’s not for lack of trying. Meanwhile Angelina was pregnant within months of being with Orlando, maybe sooner. She’s happy with that. But me… I don’t know.