Page 95 of His Tesoro

I finished tying her legs, the pattern highlighting her creamy thighs.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured.

I wedged my hands between her glorious legs and cupped her pussy. My cock grew even harder at the feel of her slick heat drenching my hand. “You’re soaked for me.”

She whimpered again and tried to arch against my touch, but the ropes held her fast. “Please. Please, Matteo. I need…” She moaned as I ground the heel of my hand into her pussy.

“I love hearing you beg. Love hearing you so desperate for me.” I pushed one finger inside her, groaning at how she squeezed around me. “I’m going to take you like this. Your sweet legs tied together, trying to keep me out.” I ran my nose down the column of her throat, breathing in her sweet scent tinged with salt. “And you’ll lie there and take it, because you don’t have a choice.” I gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. “But you’ll fucking love it.”

She shuddered and whined and struggled against her bondage until I took mercy on her. I gripped her hips tightly, checking one more time that the rope wasn’t pinching or cutting off circulation, before thrusting fully inside her.

Sofiya let out a choked scream.

“That’s right, scream for me, tesoro. Scream for the way my cock is forcing its way into your cunt.” I could barely form words. This was the tightest she’d ever felt, even tighter than our first time. Sweat dripped down my back as I thrust again, trying to fully seat myself inside her.

“Matteo,” she cried out. “More.”

I let out a curse and leaned down, our lips meeting with desperation.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly. I need you to come with me.”

She whined as I pinched her nipples, her cunt squeezing around my cock. I circled her clit with my thumb, silently begging her to come before I made a fool of myself. Just as my spine was tingling and I was seconds away from blowing my load, she came with a cry. I gasped a sigh of release and let go, filling her tight, hot cunt with my cum.

Her eyes locked with mine, wide and glassy with pleasure. We breathed in the same air, our hearts beating in time, and I had never been this connected to another being in my entire life.

We stayed in that trance even as I pulled out, removed the rope, rubbed lotion into her soft skin, and held her close.

“Thank you for making me feel so safe,” she said, her lips brushing against the tattooed word “lealtà” on my chest.

I pressed my face to the top of her head, breathing in deeply. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, say it out loud, but she made me feel safe, too.

50

SOFIYA

The morning light streaked through the bathroom window. I leaned back in the bathtub, the warm water washing over me, and sipped my coffee. The coffee my husband had made for me, complete with a misshapen blob of foam on top. I smiled to myself thinking of how he’d scowled as he handed it to me, muttering something about “lack of cooperation” from the foam.

I’d been expecting to be sore after our foray into rope last night, but I’d woken feeling strangely relaxed. It was probably due to my husband’s fussing over me. He’d looked murderous when he saw the rope had left a few marks on my skin and had insisted on rubbing lotion on them after kissing each one.

But I liked being marked by him.

He’d given me a long massage last night, and this morning he’d insisted I get in an Epsom salt bath. I’d tried to convince him to get in with me, but he and Romeo were busy with something and he didn’t have time. I tried not to be too upset that we wouldn’t get our office training time today… that I wouldn’t get to spend the day with him.

Matteo entered the bathroom, dressed in a suit, and crouched down by the tub. I put down my coffee cup and lightly brushed my fingers along his jaw. My lips were still swollen from kissing him late into the night.

“You sure you can’t come in with me?”

He slipped his hand under the water and tweaked my nipple. “Seeing you in there, wet and soft and fucking beautiful, is the biggest temptation of my life. But I have to go.” He gripped my chin, tilting my head up to give me a kiss. “There’s something waiting for you in the closet when you get out.”

My heart skipped a beat. Had he gotten me a present? “What is it?”

Matteo chuckled as he stood. “My impatient, greedy girl. You’ll have to go see.”

I grabbed his hand before he left. “Will you be back tonight?” I bit my lip, unsure if my question was too needy, but I missed him when he was gone. I slept so much better when he was in bed with me.

“Yes, baby. I’ll be back tonight. Be a good girl for me.” He leaned down and gave me one final kiss before leaving.

I sat back in the tub, trailing my fingers through the water. So much had shifted in the past few days between my husband and me. I wished I could talk to Mila about it all—I could practically hear her excited scream at the recent developments—but she’d gone radio silent again. I was doing my best not to panic over it, but the constant worry was still there.

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