My legs buckled when, with a rough shove, I fell to my knees. My hands splayed on the floor, my hair fallen over my face, he slowly walked around me and began, “We are going to play a little game. For me, this will be fun. For you? Well, that all depends on how good you are. I am going to make a statement,” he crouched down in front of me, his hand seized my throat tightly enough to cause discomfort, and he forced my head up as he growled, “And you are going to tell me exactly what I want to hear.”
He used his free hand to push away the hair draped over my face, looking me dead in the eye as he began his game. Without an ounce of emotion, he uttered a severe, “You are mine.”
Debased, I held his cold eyes and grudgingly muttered quietly, “I am yours.”
Ettore’s eyes hooded in contentment. “You belong to me.”
Even quieter. My lips trembled. “I belong to you.”
He did not like the falter in my volume. I know this because he moved swiftly and as one hand curled around my throat, the other came around to hold me at my nape and he shook me slightly, demanding, “Tell me I own you.”
My eyes closed as he jostled me. My breathing hitched as I whined pitifully, “You own me.”
“’Til death and beyond.” His wild eyes flashed at my hesitation. His lip curled as he thundered, “Say it.”
Breathing heavily through my nose, I took a defiant moment before caving. My jaw ached as I said the shaking words. “’Til death and beyond.”
His eyes closed in ecstasy and he made a purely male sound deep in his throat. My pussy wept in anticipation. Without warning, Ettore stood, yanking me up with him. My body lurched as he tore down the zipper of my dress, hauling it roughly off of my body. And as I stood there in my lace lingerie and black pumps, I crossed my arms over my front in a poor attempt to cover myself.
I heard it a millisecond before I felt it. The hard whack across my ass had me hissing out in pain.
Ettore clicked his tongue. “Silly girl.” My butt throbbed viciously and I fisted my hands by my sides to stop myself from lashing out. He noticed, of course, and he laughed menacingly, “Oh, do it. I fucking dare you. Let me loose.” I forced myself to calm and he actually seemed disappointed. “No? He tutted, “That’s no fun.”
With a firm hand between my shoulder blades, I was propelled forward. I stumbled onto the bed, losing one heel and when I saw Ettore, fast paced and coming at me, I did something stupid.
I scrambled on my hands and knees, trying to get away.
He grinned, lunging forward and caught my ankle easily. “Where do you think you’re going?” An effortless tug was all it took and I was caught. I was a fool to feel both terrified and excited. I panted as he placed a heavy hand in the center of my back, holding me down, while my ass remained high up in the air. When I felt him flick the waist of my panties, I struggled but it was purely for show. “Look at this. A gift for me, all nicely wrapped up. Let’s see what’s inside.” I was starting to understand what he liked. I struggled again as he ripped my panties down to my knees, exposing me, then came in close and breathed against my pussy, “Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have.”
My cheeks blazed.
Surely, he wasn’t going to…
All at once, my eyes rolled back, my mouth rounded and my toes curled as Ettore flattened his tongue and licked me from slit to crack. He licked me once, twice, then dipped his tongue inside of me, reaching, tasting, and I departed this world.
Death by indulgence wasn’t a bad way to go.
I hadn’t noticed he released me until both of his hands rounded my ass, kneading both cheeks as he ate my pussy. I moaned quietly, horrified to find I was actually enjoying this. And he… Good God, the sounds he made.
He grunted like a hungry animal, and I, devoured as his willing meal.
I peered back and my stomach dipped. There was something inherently filthy about being exposed the way I was, almost completely nude and finding him fully dressed as he took what he wanted from me.
The thought had me bucking back against him.
This pleased my husband. I know this because he pulled his tongue out of me long enough to growl, “If you want to come, you’ll fuck my mouth.”
I did want to come. I craved it more than anything. I wanted it to fill his mouth. I wanted him to taste it. I was a good girl.
For him, I would be anything he wanted me to be.
I bucked, thrusting backwards. I did it over and over, again and again, and every time I did, Ettore’s tongue licked down low, glancing my clit. I fought for it. Oh God, I warred for a piece of heaven. And then, I was making restless sounds as I threw myself back into him, fucking his face. Wet, squelching sounds bounced off the walls. My clit began to swell, my hot pussy clenched and my stomach tensed as I felt it approach. He sucked at my puffy lips, groaning in pleasure. My entire body tightened and a low whine escaped me. Ettore slurped at my wet hole like I was a rare delicacy and, right then, I believed him.
More.
A little more.
Please.