Page 33 of Temptation: Discreet

As soon as we arrive at the house, she immediately heads to her room. I give her a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts before I decide to follow her. Opening the door to her room, I walk over to her bed and sit down, while she remains out on her patio. The sunlight illuminates her shimmering hair. She holds a lit cigarette in her hand, the smoke drifting off in the distance. Focused on her hands, she extinguishes the cigarette, and walks over to me. Her hips sways with each step, towering over me, like a goddess.

“Are you planning on locking me up now, Enzo?” Her tone is drips with malice, anger, and disappointment.

“Princess,” I beg. She lifts her leg onto the bed, straddling me and grinding her covered pussy against my hardening cock with each thrust.

“Come on Enzo, isn’t this what you wanted? Me to yourself, for your entertainment until I’m forced to marry another?” Her voice is laced with anger, and taking it out on me the only way she knows how.

How can she think that this is all there is, when we both know there’s more between us? I grab her hips forcefully and flips us around, a gasp escapes her delicious lips as my hand wraps around her delicate throat. “Make no mistake, Princess. I want you for myself because you feel fucking fantastic whimpering under me. But that’s not the only reason. It’s because this spark that I feel with you is unlike anything I’ve known. You light my skin on fire with desire. You are the blood coursing through my veins, allowing my heart to continue beating. You, Princess, are not mere entertainment. You are what I need to keep living.”

Lowering my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotions and feelings into it. Our kiss is rough, her gasps and moans only spurring me on. Every time I start to pull back, she leans in further. Her nails dig into my shoulders as the hand I have around her throat tightens momentarily, cutting off her breath. She whimpers, silently begging me for more. I want nothing more than to collar her, to be the only man between her legs. The only one to fuck her. To feel that warm wet pussy for the rest of our lives.

Fuck.

“What do you want, Princess?” I murmur against her neck, placing a tender kiss on the reddened skin. “I’ll give you anything you ask.”

“Make me yours,” she pleads with her eyes closed, as if she were waiting for me to deny her - a denial I could never give. Now may not be the time to collar her, but I want to claim her. To mark her as mine and mine alone. Not just in private but in public too. Selfishly, I know she deserves better, but she is mine, in this life and the next.

I tighten my grip around her throat, thrusting my cock against her pussy, the fabric of our clothes the only barrier between us. She surrenders to the pleasure overtaking her. Releasing her throat, I place a gentle kiss on her swollen lips.

“You’ll always be mine,” I murmur, my sole focus is on worshipping her body. I don’t care if anyone overhears us in her home or if her brothers return from the hospital. I could give two fucks if Julian killed me tomorrow. It would be worth it to spend the night in heaven with my girl, buried deep inside her.

“I have something for you for when we play. One day I’ll give you one that you can wear out to the public, but for now, this is for you.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a black leather collar with a silver circle at the center. Her eyes widen, and a smile reaches every angered part of her. She wraps her arms around my neck and brings her lips to mine. Our kiss deepens, growing messy and perfect.

My hands tighten in her hair, pulling her closer as we lose ourselves in each other. There is no one else, just the two of us. We’re the last survivors. I bite her lip, and her gasp spurs me on as she grinds her sweet pussy on my aching cock. Our bodies are still clothed, but she’s driving me fucking wild.

“Fuck Catalina, the sounds you make,” I groan, struggling to maintain control.

“I bought something the other day,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if seeking permission to show me what she had in mind. Gently, she pushes me away and starts rummaging under her bed. She hands me a blindfold while keeping the other objects hidden on the floor.

“Please,” she whispers, needing no further words. I use the blind fold, restricting my vision of my sweet Catalina. I can still hear her moving around items and the rustle of clothes. Is she changing?

“Lina?” I question, waiting a few moments for a response. Ripping the blindfold off me, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the light in the room. My eyes immediately land on the captivating sight before me.

Fuck, the view. That fucking view is fucking heaven.

There she is, down on her knees with her head bowed, palms flat on her thighs like a perfect fucking girl. That’s not what shocks me, it’s the outfit she wears. She wears a delicate lace ensemble that barely covers her pussy and breasts. The collar I just gave her adorns her neck. A silver chain matching the hoop of the collar is attached. I definitely did not get her the leash, but it looks hot as fuck attached to her neck. The end of the leash is in her mouth and she’s wearing a leather mask with cat ears that conceal most of her face. She looks fucking delicious.

I raise my eyebrow as I sit up on the bed. She remains silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. “So, you want to play?” I ask.

“Look at me, Pet.” My voice comes out a little harsher than I intended but she obediently lifts her gaze, her teeth gently biting down on the end of the collar. It’s taking everything that I am to hold back for a moment, mesmerized by her surrender to the smoldering fire between us.

“Come here.” I’m practically shaking with need. I don’t recall ever feeling this way before. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this pure acceptance of my own sexual urges. But she knew. She must have. I’ve dreamt of her submission, of her submitting herself to me and my desires.

Her hands go to the floor and she begins to crawl towards me. I can’t help but look at her in awe. She’s fucking beautiful. Stopping at my feet and she looks back up at me with her lustful hooded honey brown eyes.

I reach out my hand allowing her to drop the leash. Once she’s within my grasp, I pull her up by the leash around her neck and crush my lips to hers, no longer willing to wait. My right hand remains locked on the leash while my left explores the warmth of her exposed skin. Our tongues cause sparks and explosions of fireworks as she wraps her hands around my neck, her fingers digging into my hair in a way that makes me lose my fucking mind.

Briefly releasing the leash, I lift her up by her ass, her legs wrap around my waist as I grip her little harder. Pulling her into me, she grinds her pussy against my pants, moaning into my mouth. I sit on the bed with her straddling me, her legs entwined around me while she starts grinding harder. Reaching for the leash once more from the chain, I pull her back and away from my lips.

“Undress me, Pet,” my voice is hoarsewith desire.

She quickly stands before me, her breath hitches, and her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the hem of my shirt. With my help, she untucks the blouse from my pants. Her fingers trace the indents of my abs as she very carefully unbuttons my shirt, exposing my chest.

Gently, she uses her nails to trace a path down to the button of my slacks. Her focus is fully on me, like she was memorized by my body. Slowly, she pulls down my pants and boxer briefs, bending down until I step out of both. She watches in awe as my erect cock springs free. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, as if she were imagining wrapping them around me like her favorite flavored lollipop. I tug on her leash, dragging her towards the center of the bed.

“Stay on all fours,” I command, punctuating my words with a firm spank on her ass. She’s so responsive to my touch, she shivers as I trace my index finger down her spine, and across her tanned, slightly reddened skin of her ass.

This fucking girl.

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