Page 11 of Endless Obsession

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear the filthy words on these sweet lips.” He brushed his thumb over my lips, and I licked him, swirling my tongue around his thumb the way I would worship his cock.

He hissed in a sharp breath. “Don’t tease me, farfallina,” he warned.

The dark edge to his words sent a thrill racing through my body, and I submitted to his will.

“Please touch my pussy, Massimo. Let me come. I need you.”

“Such a good girl.” His praise rolled down my spine like warm honey, pooling low in my belly. “You’re doing so well, dolcezza.” He kissed my forehead, my lips, my neck, and down to the hollow between my collarbones.

I tipped my head back as much as I was able, welcoming him to take more.

“So beautiful in my ropes,” he murmured just before his tongue flicked my sensitive nipple.

I cried out at the burst of ecstasy that rocked my body, and his strong arm braced around my waist, caging me in a firm embrace to hold me still.

“Don’t struggle,” he cooed, his lips teasing my nipple. “You’re doing so well.”

I whined in primal need, but I forced myself to remain as still as possible. My instincts told me to writhe and buck against him, seeking more stimulation. But I was caged by his will as firmly as by his ropes. I shook with the effort of holding my most animal urges in check, but I managed to obey him. Pleasing him was the only thing that mattered, my entire body and mind completely devoted to him.

He tormented my breasts with his teeth and tongue, nipping at me with sharp little jolts of pain, quickly soothed away by warm pleasure. One arm remained firmly around my waist while his other hand skimmed down my belly, his thick fingers teasing just above my throbbing clit.

I panted his name and pleaded with him in a litany, a carnal prayer to my beautiful god. My entire world centered on him and the pleasure he wrung from my body, playing me like his favorite instrument.

When he finally touched my clit with the barest brush of his thumb, I cried out and arched into him.

He shushed me gently, a quiet rebuke for my sudden jolting movement. I whimpered and went still, struggling to obey when my entire body was crying out for release.

His low chuckle shuddered through me, his arrogant amusement at my predicament only stoking my need for him as I sank deeper into his control.

As I panted and pleaded with him, he told me how well I was doing, how good I was, how much I pleased him. Each warm affirmation went straight to my head, intoxicating. I felt drunk on his praise, his power over me. My body went taut, and my skin grew slick with the effort of remaining still for him.

“Good girl.” Two fingers parted my slick, swollen folds, easing into me with aching care.

My eyes stung at the overwhelming sense of being cherished and filled, his touch both reverent and merciful. He circled my clit with his thumb and crooked his fingertips against the sensitive spot inside me. At the same time, he sucked on my nipple, grazing it with his teeth.

I came apart on a scream, and his restraining arm tightened around me to hold me firmly through my orgasm. Ecstasy wracked my trembling body, shuddering through me with relentless force. I moaned his name and pressed my forehead into his thick black curls, leaning into his strength, relying on him to keep me still when I was spiraling out of control.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my chest. “Let go, farfallina.”

He sucked on my other nipple and continued to stimulate my sex, coaxing more pleasure from my trembling body.

I half-sobbed his name, melting into him and trusting him to hold me while I allowed the bliss to consume me. He continued to stimulate me until my clit became overly sensitive, a light sting of discomfort edging into my pleasure.

When I sucked in a shuddering breath, he withdrew his hand, having mercy on me.

His silver eyes locked on mine, and he lifted his fingers to his full lips. He kept me captive in his lust-darkened stare as he licked at my slick desire that coated his hand. He growled his appreciation and sucked his fingers clean, his remarkable eyes closing in a brief moment of his own bliss.

He claimed my mouth in a devastating kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue. The act was purely primal, a forceful demonstration of how he’d made me come undone for him. I was wanton in my desire for this beautiful man, my dark savior, and I didn’t feel so much as a shred of shame.

The rope shifted around my chest, tugging at my wrists. He was untying me. I relaxed against him, melting as the tight embrace of the ropes loosened, and only his strong arms supported me.

He laid back on the pillows, arranging me over his chest so that my head rested over his heart. The steady beat calmed me, but I glanced up at him in confusion.

“What about you?” My words were slow and slightly lust-drunk.

He tenderly stroked my hair. “Not yet, dolcezza. All I want is to take care of you. That’s enough to satisfy me. I’m so proud of you. You were so good for me.”

I flushed and tucked my face against him, snuggling into his warmth. I breathed in his unique scent of leather and amber, sinking into him.

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