“What are your limits? Will you allow a man to tie you up and have your every single hole available for his pleasure? Will you allow him to use a belt, crop, or paddle on your sweet round ass? If he wants to take you in public, to use you in front of his friends, or have you used by them, what will your answer be?”
I don’t know how to answer when every cell in my body is rioting for him to do the things he describes.
“Those are things you should know already, piccolina. Things you should have thought of.” Silky smooth, his voice vibrates with intent. I can’t keep from meeting those glowing eyes. I shiver at the hunger there. “Will he be allowed to come inside you? Will you swallow his come as well as his cock?”
My breasts grow heavy, my nipples tightening painfully at the question. The answer would be no, to everyone but him. Only I can’t say it. Don’t dare open my mouth.
“If you have a hard time answering my questions, what leads you to believe you can do this?”
“Because I have to.” I blink fast, trying to focus, trying to remember what it was I came here for. “This is my last chance to get it right.”
“Get what right?” The question is sharp.
“My life.” I imagine it. Holding the gun, pointing it at his wide, muscled chest, pulling the trigger. Blood spreading across the fine silk, him falling at my feet. Pain rips through the center of me, stealing all the air from my entire body. What? No. What in the fuck is happening?
“Strip.” One word, it stings with the force of a whip across my sensitive skin.
That part of me acting on base instinct does as he commands, standing on legs made of rubber. I fumble with the bow at my waist, it drops from bloodless fingers. The catch at my waist takes far longer to undo than it did to secure it. For a moment, I hesitate as the ends of the dress splay open. A growl comes out of his chest. It spurs me into action. I move to pull the dress off entirely. Letting it fall to the floor at my feet. His eyes, heavy as a touch, run over me. I work to take in air to starving lungs.
“Everything. I want to see all of you.” Another growl vibrates through him.
Can he see how wet I am from here? The panties cling uncomfortably to me. Hooking my fingers at the sides, I push them down to my knees before they finally fall on their own. Before I allow myself to think about it, I undo the catch between my breasts.
I blink, and he’s in front of me. Massive, he’s fucking massive, a wall of muscle and silk so close heat is coming off him in waves running over me. I’m staring at the middle of his chest, unable to bring my head up to him. I don’t see it before it happens, the back of his finger runs down the slope of my breast. My whole body shudders in response to the electric shock of his skin against mine. Oh god, a flood of hot wet heat surges to my core. A gasp escapes me as that finger slides down to the areola stopping right before the hardened nipple begging for his touch.
He moves, walkin
g behind me, so close I wonder how he doesn’t brush against me. The same touch is there at the curve of my ass. The stunning electric shock happens again, and my legs almost give out from under me. I sway but manage to stay standing. Moving again he is back in front of me.
My eyes go down to see his cock tenting his pants. Nine inches, Lisa said. Why the hell is my mouth watering? I hate giving blow jobs, loathe it.
His hand is in my hair. Roughly, he uses it to guide me to my knees. I fight him, even as my knees give out from under me and wet heat seeps down my inner thighs. Closing my eyes, I hear his belt and then zipper move. I’m shaking my head, but can’t bring myself to plead for him to release me. I feel his cock, pressing against my lips, burning into the tender skin and leaving an imprint.
I’ve always hated doing this. It’s only because I hated it that I became good at it. The better to end it quickly as far as I was concerned. By the time Eddie and I stopped fucking more than two years before the end of our marriage, I was able to deep throat him and have him coming in less than two minutes flat. But Eddie was six inches long and an inch and a half around. Nothing close to Tony.
Just do it and get it over with, screams through the back of my head.
I open my mouth, and he thrusts deep inside as the hand in my hair tightens to the point of pain. Tears sting my eyes. God damn him. Hunger for him, for this, is unleashed inside me. I have no idea where it comes from, but my mouth is watering as much as my weeping aching core. Never in my life have I drooled over anything as I do at the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him.
Nine inches isn’t nearly the whole story. He’s so thick the hand I wrap around him doesn’t come close to meeting. Hot, silky, and hard as steel, the taste of him on my tongue causes a twisting and clenching, at my core—a demand for more of him, all of him. Hungry and greedy, I suck deep on the thick head of him as I run my other hand up and down his length.
A groan rumbles through him, and my eyes flick up to meet churning ocean blue pulling me under. Growling, he takes control, thrusting deeper into my hungry mouth. Even though it’s been years since I’ve done this, ingrained habit allows me to open my jaw wide, then breathing deep, through my nose, and it happens, he slips into my throat with such ease and perfection I can barely believe it. I swallow, working my throat around him. The thrill of him deep inside me has me on the verge of coming. Moaning, I cling to his hips as he fucks my throat roughly, fiercely, owning all of me.
His hand tightens in my hair as he moans, and his cock thickens before he comes. He’s so far down my throat I taste nothing as I swallow, only doing so to work around his cock, wanting to add to his pleasure. A curse escapes him. Slowly, he pulls out. A hand wraps around my throat. Using the hand around my throat and in my hair, he pulls me up to him.
My legs won’t hold me. The hand around my throat is gone. Instantly, I miss it until he wraps an arm around my middle, pulling me against him. I sag into his hard, hot body and electricity crashes almost painfully into me. As much as the electricity stings, it’s the only thing moving brain cells around in the haze and fog. How is it I feel like I just had an orgasm too?
“Five hundred dollars.” The words rumble out of him as he uses the hand in my hair to pull my face up to him. “Is a pittance of your value. It’s not nearly enough, piccolina. I am denying your request. You are mine.”
The arm around me tightens to the verge of pain. I welcome it, want more, want his naked body against all of me. My hands fist into the silk of his suit. Even though I want him, I recognize the truth—I’m his. My head is shaking in denial, in fear of what it all means. A whimper escapes me.
His mouth is agonizingly close to mine, his hot breath against my lips, I breathe him in. I fight not to exhale, desperate to keep a part of him inside me. Why isn’t he kissing me is all my mind is screaming. The hand in my hair tightens, I can’t look away from fire blue eyes. “You belong to me. Do you understand me?”
I can only nod; words are too hard to form.
“Say it.” He growls at me.
“I belong to you.” The words escape me in a whisper. I don’t dare deny him. I can’t.