And all over his body, there were blue-inked tattoos.
Strange symbols and Cyrillic writings. Swirling designs that bled into other ones and dates I didn’t recognize. Things that seemed to resemble English letters, but weren’t quite right. They all peppered his body and swirled around the wonderful crevices of his muscles.
We were naked for one another. Gazing upon each other gently while my fingertips traced the outlines of his tattoos. I leaned in, pressing my lips to each of his dominant muscles, exploring his body. Here he was, the beautiful man that had captured my attention and my body three years ago, baring himself for me in the dimly lit dungeon of his own design as I sank to my knees for him.
I watched his cock bounce for me as the tip of it began to leak. My eyes fluttered up to his while I wrapped my arms around his thighs, digging my fingernails into his pert ass cheeks. I wanted to pleasure him. To give myself over to him. To lose myself in this timeless vault of debauchery and pleasure as I felt his hand wrap silently into the black tendrils of my hair.
I sank my mouth onto his cock and he groaned. I could feel the rest of my hesitation fall away as I hollowed out my cheeks.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – CAMILLO
The way she dropped to her knees for me was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. I didn’t ask. I didn’t command. She simply knew what I wanted. My beautiful, submissive little princess was pulling involuntary groans from my throat, but this encounter wasn’t for me.
It was for her.
I tugged her up by her hair, hearing her gasp as I led her over to the sunken-in tub. I filled it up with hot water and stepped her down into it, letting go of her hair before I sat her down right where I wanted her. I turned her around, chaining her legs open and her wrists above her head as the water filled the tub.
Her pussy was exposed perfectly to one of the most powerful jets in this tub and I was about to watch the show while she screamed for mercy.
Once the water reached just above the jets, they cut on. They started slowly at first, and I watched her body jolt. Her eyes were wide with wonder, while her tits bounced beautifully for me and I sat beside the jet while I took in the stark flush of her body.
I allowed my hand to wrap around my cock, stroking it as the jet grew more and more powerful.
“Oh, no! Camillo. Holy shit. What… what’s going on?”
Her legs were spread for the jets, and I pressed a few buttons on the side. The shower beside us turned on, filling the room with heat while her moans and whimpers grew to wails of pleasure. Her nipples were standing at their perfect peaks for me, simply begging for my lips to be around them.
So, while she writhed with torture in her chains and begged for her orgasm, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked.
“Yes! Yes! Camillo!’
Her body trembled and quaked as the jet continued to pummel her clit. She begged for mercy, saying it was too much at once. My hand came up and caressed her stomach, fluttering over the luscious stretch marks that told the story of how she’d carried our daughter deep within the protection of her body.
Tears streamed down her face as the jets brought her to her hasty second orgasm.
I could see her fluids permeating the water as I turned the jets off. It swirled, the opaqueness of her juices tinting the perfect waters of this tub. I unstopped the drain and released her from the chains, carrying her body out of the water before I led us over to the shower.
I set her down onto her feet and pressed her into the glass wall, feeling her muscles jumping and twitching underneath my body as my cock easily slid into her throbbing pussy walls.
I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as her tightness clamped down around my cock.
“Oh, Camillo. Fill me up.”
Her words unleashed a demon within me and my grip on her hips tightened. I squeezed her so hard that bruises of my fingerprints would be there in the morning. I fucked her relentlessly while the warm shower water battered our bodies. Her hands clamored against the glass, streaking the perfection of them with her nails as she cried out in glorious pleasure. I slammed into her, my balls smacking against her thighs and her clit as I felt my orgasm approaching.
Never in my life had I ever lasted so little with a woman until Rose. The power her body had over me was something I had yet to decipher.
“Come with me,” I said.