I close my eyes firmly. I can't think about losing her right now. She's still here, helpless before me, eager for more of my abuse. Who am I to keep that from her? She deserves to get hurt, if that's what she so desperately wants.
"You should take your dress off," I tell her.
"You should take it off me yourself."
"No," I grunt. "I want you to strip for me. Everything you do tonight, do it like it's the last time we're together. Like it's the last time you get to experience this."
"Why?"
"Because it might as well be," I growl. "Neither of us knows when father will force us apart. But this won't last forever. I'll have to get married soon, and then I won't be allowed to see you."
She pouts, but doesn't argue.
A wave of affection for her washes over me but I force it to the back of my mind. I don't do affection, and I sure as fuck, can't keep feeling it for her. Not when it goes directly against Father's wishes.
Still, I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from Marzia as she shimmies out of her dress and the glittery fabric pools at her feet. She's distractingly beautiful and my cock refuses to pay attention to me anymore. I'm now fully under Marzia's spell, watching every move with my hands tightened into fists to prevent me from reaching out and claiming her already, minutes into this.
She's not wearing anything underneath her dress. Marzia stands before me in nothing but the heels I picked out for her, and I feel my blood boiling as I watch her. The thought of anyone else ever seeing her this way enrages me, and I have to force myself to breathe slowly. I can't let her go. I'll have to figure out a way to do that real fucking soon though, or I'll be in big trouble.
"I want you to suck my cock today," I tell her firmly.
Without waiting for further instructions, Marzia drops to her knees and begins crawling toward me.
The temptation to unzip and take out my cock is distracting, but I force myself to wait and pace myself.
She reaches me, shaky hands unzipping my pants and painfully taking out my cock slowly which is already throbbing for her. Marzia's fingers wrap around my girth, barely meeting. She lets out a moan as she begins stroking me.
"Spit on it," I instruct her. "Make it wet, make your hands glide."
She does as she's told. My cock is covered now, and her hands are moving easily while her eyes lock with mine. Marzia wants this just as much as I do. It seems she's stopped fighting the inescapable attraction between us, which is fucking good. I don't want to force her to be with me... I want her to want it with the same desperation I do. Of course, as long as she doesn't find out I share those feelings. I can't risk her getting big-headed in case she finds out how much I want her, too.
"Take it in your mouth," I mutter next, hands tangling in her mane of hair. Her updo has long since come apart. I tug at the pins holding it in place, making her hair tumble down her back in silky waves and it just makes my cock even harder. She's perfect in every way, apart from the fact that she's beyond fucking wrong for me, and Father wants me with somebody else. "Marzia, suck it. I'm done waiting."
She keeps her eyes locked with mine as she tentatively licks my tip, filling her mouth with the taste of me and groaning when she feels it hit her tongue. She really gets to work then, sucking, licking and bringing me closer and closer to the edge of madness.
I have to resist the urge to bury my cock all the way down her throat.
It would be so fucking easy to overpower her. But what surprises me more is that I don't want to. I want to keep fucking her, but not just because I can—because we both want it. I'm getting more and more turned on by Marzia's soft little moans. I can tell she's loving this. It's obvious from the way her eyes roll back every time my cock jerks on her tongue.
"Keep eating it," I growl at her. "Put it as far as you can down your throat, Marzia. Don't make me wait, I'm not feeling patient tonight."
She lets out a mewl as she sucks me in deeper, her tongue swirling in circles around my tip. She's so fucking eager for my cum, she's prepared to do anything to get it out of me.
I fully intend on taking advantage of that.
Grabbing an empty ashtray for cigars from my table, I give it to her with a wicked grin. "Jerk me off into the bowl."