re sure,” I grunted. “These bitches ain’t doin’ it for me, not tonight.”
Silvio grinned. “Come on, girls,” he said. “Let’s go someplace a little more…private.” The girls giggled and squealed as they followed him through my house, their heels clicking on the marble floors.
I sighed and took a snifter of bourbon off the table. It smelled good – expensive, woody, and smoky, just the way I liked. I closed my eyes and savored the taste, wishing that I was tasting Beth Wilson’s pussy just one more time.
Beth
In the end, I had to call Detective Aberson and tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make it in that day. To be honest, I couldn’t have done much of anything – I was feeling both shocked and horrified at what had happened. I couldn’t believe that I’d had sex with Alessio Amoruso. It didn’t seem real – almost like a bad dream…albeit, a bad dream that still made me come harder than I ever had before in my life.
As I slowly trudged home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Alessio had taken me. How he’d ripped my clothes off. How he’d made me want to be fucked like I’d never been fucked before in my life. When I recalled the sensation of his tongue lapping at my asshole and pussy, I shivered so violently that I thought I would fall over.
I knew that I could never tell Heather. No matter how sex positive and open she claimed to be, she’d think that I was a crazy slut. And maybe I was – maybe I had acted like a crazy slut. That’s what Michael would think, I realized with dismay as I let myself into my apartment. He’d think I’d completely lost my mind. He’d think that I made a horrible decision.
But even worse than the disbelief was the guilt. I hated to think that I’d only slept with two men in my life – and one of them had killed the other! It made me feel like I was in a real soap opera.
Still, when I looked at my bruised mouth and shoulder in the mirror, hot arousal pumped through my veins and I shivered. Thankfully, Heather wasn’t home. I decided to take a bath.
This will be like my cleansing of Alessio, I thought as I ran hot water and slipped into the tub. I made sure the water was hot enough to burn my skin and turn me pink all over. This way, I never have to think about what I did ever again. It was a freak thing, and I’m never going to let myself have that lapse in judgment ever again.
Being naked made me feel sensual. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the water, letting my arms float. My wrists were only slightly bruised from the tape, but I burned red with shame when I realized how much I’d liked being taped up during sex. I hadn’t been able to move, I wouldn’t have been able to push Alessio away…even if I’d wanted to.
Before I knew what was happening, I’d slipped into a sensual, wet dream.
“You look very sexy, Beth,” Alessio growled. He slid a finger down my breasts and circled my areola until I was gasping and wriggling with pleasure. Alessio pinched my nipple between his fingers and I cried out as a hot bolt of lust surged through my body.
All I could do was moan. I was tied up with my legs spread wide apart. My thighs ached and my muscles trembled as I hung suspended in the chill air of the room. Alessio walked around me, dressed in a black suit, holding a riding crop.
I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. I was gagged with a ball-gag. Saliva was dripping from my lips as Alessio walked around me in slow circles. I blushed all over, knowing that he was inspecting my body and waiting for the right moment when he could take me and make me his.
Alessio walked closer. He smirked. “You want me to touch you?”
I bobbed my head up and down, desperate for his touch. Alessio stroked the riding crop along my bare back. He gently flicked it against my ass and a quick bite of pleasure mingled with pain seared through my body. I moaned and strained against the bonds, swallowing as the ball-gag bobbed against my lips and tongue.
“Well, I might not touch you,” Alessio said. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Maybe I’ll go do something for a few hours…just leave you here. You look like you’re getting along well, don’t you?”
I cried out from behind the gag at the thought of being left for hours. My muscles were burning and tired from being held captive in such an uncomfortable position, and I could barely manage to hold my head up. Alessio smirked.
“You wouldn’t like that, I take it,” he said. “You’d rather I stay…” Alessio’s voice was as raw and smooth as silk as he walked around me in slow circles, occasionally smacking me with the riding crop. It didn’t even hurt. Every flick only served to increase my pleasure, and soon I was straining and thrusting my hips towards Alessio’s wicked instrument.
Alessio stepped closer. He licked his fingers and ran them up the inside of my thigh. I jerked my hips, desperate for his touch on my clit. When he got to my labia, he began massaging me in a sensual manner. Pleasure shot through my body and I wriggled and moaned and thrashed in my bonds.
Alessio chuckled. “You’re quiet like this,” he teased. “I think I’ll keep you this way, Beth. No need for you to be so loud all the time, wouldn’t you agree?”
I groaned in frustration. Alessio snickered. He slid his fingers from my labia to the inside of my thigh again, tickling the sensitive skin above my knee. I cried out and my leg jerked forward. Alessio moved his hand back towards my crotch. I blushed hotly as he ran a thumb over my exposed clit. I trembled.
“Oh, Beth,” Alessio growled. “You really want me, don’t you?”
I nodded my head furiously. Alessio grabbed my chin and pulled me close until my body was straining against the bonds. When our lips met, he slid his tongue into my mouth and caressed the ball-gag. In response, I could only groan and silently beg for more.
Alessio stepped back. He pulled his shirt off, then stepped out of his pants and walked towards me with his erection bobbing. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen – like a living statue. As he got closer, the musky odor of his body washed over me. It mingled with the scent of my pussy and the blend was intoxicating.
Alessio grabbed my hips, pulling me forward. The bonds on my legs, knees, and ankles strained but didn’t break. As he pulled me close, I gasped when I realized he was planning to fuck me without releasing me first. His cock pressed against the entrance to my secret womanhood, and I moaned as Alessio buried himself within me.
Alessio grinned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he began to rock his hips, bucking against me, fucking me deeply. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t even move – the bonds holding me were stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.
As I swayed from my bonds, Alessio fucked me like a rag doll. Pleasure swirled and swam in my belly, creating a hot blend of desire and lust that flowed through my body like honey. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to Alessio’s lust as we moved together in a slick, slow rhythm.
A loud knock sounded on the door, breaking me of my fantasy. I gasped and sat up straight in the tub, pulling my hand away from my crotch and wiping it on the washcloth.