I was growing hotter by the second. All I could think about was fucking her hard and deep. And I was suddenly grateful I was restrained, because if I wasn’t, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back that primal urge that was screaming for me to toss her to her stomach and show her just what an assertive Dom I could really be.
She leaned to the left, and I heard a click. Opening my eyes, I realized she’d set the candle on a plate on the nightstand at my side. She placed her hands on the cool wax stuck to my chest and leaned down to kiss me, and when her lips met mine, I opened at the first touch and sucked her tongue into my mouth until she groaned.
“Mm,” she whispered against my lips. “You liked that.”
“Climb over me, angioletto. Let me make you feel good.”
“Nope.” She pushed away from me again. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
She slid down my body, and I sucked in another breath, confused why she was doing this. “Natalie, I don’t want kinky sex. I just want you.”
“But you like kinky, dirty sex. You told me that multiple times.”
Her hot breath washed over my groin, and I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, knowing I absolutely liked my sex kinky and as dirty as possible, but I didn’t want to like it that way.
I wanted to be normal. I wanted to be the opposite of what I’d become.
“Just...” I ground my teeth, searching for a way to get her to give in to me. “Sit on my face.” That would be kinky enough for her. “Let me taste you.”
“Nice try.” Her lips skimmed my inner thigh. “Maybe later, though.”
Before I could argue, something rubber encircled the base of my cock and tightened around my testicles. I lifted my head to try to see what she was doing and was distracted by a buzzing sound and series of vibrations that lit up my dick and echoed all through my balls.
“Santa madre di Dio,” I gasped. “What the fuck is that?”
“Something on the edge of vanilla. I’m working through the box slowly.”
“Cristo Santo.” I knew exactly what it was. It was a vibrating cock ring. And holy hell, those vibrations were about to set me on fucking fire. “I don’t...merda...need this, Natalie.”
“I think you’re lying.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. And then I felt her tongue, teasing the tip, swirling all around the head until I thought I’d go mad. But it wasn’t until she closed her mouth around me that I nearly lost it.
When I felt that unmistakable wet suction combined with the body-shaking vibrations, the last of my restraint buckled. Biology took over, my body and mind fueled by only one thing: raw, primal need.
I jerked my arms down. The left chain snapped, freeing me. A growl echoed through the room as the bed shook, one I knew came from me, but the sound didn’t stop me. I grasped Natalie by the arm and jerked her beside me. She gasped, the sound of her shocked breath spinning around me, but even that wasn’t enough to stop me.
I closed my mouth over hers and kissed her hard, tasting her pleasure, her pain, even her fear. Yanking the other chain with one hard clank, I pulled back from her mouth, flipped her to her belly on the mattress, lifted her hips, and thrust deep the second her sweet little pussy brushed my aching cock.
She gasped. I drew out and shoved back in again. Hard. She groaned and pushed back against me, arching her back as I fucked her harder and deeper, faster with each stroke.
My fingertips pressed into her hips as I held her, my body driven by something I couldn’t control. My skin was on fire. My blood like lava. Vibrations ricocheted through every cell, pushing me higher. I tried to stop, knew I should stop, but couldn’t. The only thought I could focus on was more.
“Oh yes, Luc...”
She threw her head back, and the second she screamed and I felt her tight little pussy spasm around me, my release roared through me like a freight train barreling through a tunnel at a hundred and twenty miles per hour.
I wasn’t sure what happened next. My face was pressed into the pillows, Natalie was beneath me, her silky hair brushing my cheeks. And there was a faint buzzing somewhere close, along with the weirdest vibrations echoing through my lower body.
“You were right,” she whispered near my ear. “You didn’t need that at all.”
Memories whipped through me, along with another dose of guilt when I realized what I’d just done. “Cazzo.”
I rolled off her back, but she turned into me before I could push her away and pulled me close.
“Let me go.”
“Not on your life.”
Fuck. Fuck! I’d just proved to both of us I was exactly like the animals who ran my fucking House.
I reached for the leg she’d just hooked over my hip. “I don’t want to hurt you worse, Natalie. Let me go.”
“Do I look like I’m hurt, Luc?”
I faltered because... she didn’t sound hurt.
“Look at me,” she said again. “And tell me if I’m hurt.”
My gaze slowly slid her direction. In the candlelight, I saw her hair was rumpled, her naked body holding me still covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but her features were relaxed. And her eyes... They had that euphoric glaze to them I recognized well, the kind of glaze that told me she’d just had one whopper of an orgasm.
I had no fucking clue what had just happened. “I...”
She pushed up on her elbows and pressed her lips to mine. “I missed that.” Wrapping one arm around my neck, she pulled me down so I was on top of her. “I really missed that.”
I let her drag me into a warm, wet, toe-curling kiss, but my brain was still mush. And when she rolled me to my side, grinned like the Cheshire Cat, and reached between us to tug the cock ring free, I let her, still trying to figure out why she wasn’t upset and why part of me felt so good when another part was whispering I shouldn’t.
The buzzing shut off, then Natalie pressed her gorgeous, naked body against mine and perched on her elbow as she grinned at me. “You look confused, bello.”
When she called me handsome, I absolutely melted. It was a stupid reaction to an innocent term of endearment, but I couldn’t stop it.
“I don’t...” I looked up at her, loving the way she was gazing down at me as she picked at the dried wax on my chest, wanting only to get closer to her when she should be pushing me away. “Why aren’t you upset?”
“Why would I be upset?” she asked with a laugh.
I lifted my arm where the fuzzy pink cuff was still locked around my wrist, the chain dangling. “Because I fucking lost it and attacked you.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned down and kissed me. “You lost it because you wanted me. And you didn’t attack me.”
“I threw you on the bed and...” My throat closed, the words dying on my tongue with the reality of the way I’d forced myself on her.
“Luc, look at me.” Her finger tugged my chin up, drawing my eyes to hers. “I wanted that. I wanted you to lose control and take me.”
“Why?” I whispered. “Why would you want that? No one should want that.”
She slid down so her head was on the pillow next to mine, our faces close together, and skimmed her fingertips across my jaw. “Because I love it when you want me so much you can’t control yourself. It makes me feel wanted. Special. Yours.”