Red hair flows down her narrow back and over her right shoulder. I lay my palm on her ass, the smooth, soft heat of her so right against my hand.

I want to strip naked and plunge my cock into her tight, dark hole, but I don’t. Instead, I prolong her need. My need, too. I know how the game is played. The longer I wait, the sweeter and more delicious the prize.

I slide my fingers between the globes of her ass, rubbing against the wetness below, and I spread them.

She moves her thighs for me, parting them without a word.

I undo my pants, lower my zipper and pull my rock-hard cock out, the precum already wet on the head. She’s breathtaking, a study in erotic art, a thing to be savored, etched deep in memory to play over and over again once she’s gone from my life.

Pushing a finger into her, I go down on my knees, licking a path from my hand to her ass, tonguing that tight little hole and making her scream, her entire body shaking in response. I do it again and again, fingering her at the same time, and she moans, the sound pure music.

Getting to my feet, I slide in my thumb and pump her and she’s shaking all over, nonsense words spilling from her lips as she presses her hands and face down against the bed, her ass high in the air, everything on offer. All of it mine for the taking.

I fist her hair and say against her ear, “Did you like that, Heaven? Did it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to do that to you again?”

“Yes!”

Then, without warning, I bring my free hand down against her ass, smacking that soft, ripe flesh. My dick throbs. She yelps and I spank her again, harder. She squeals each time I bring my hand to her now-bright-red skin.

“Tell me who you belong to, Heaven.” And still I finger her.

“Oh, God. You. I’m yours. Only yours.” I slap my hand against her ass once more. This time I grasp her flesh in my hand, bending down to nip at it with my teeth. My God, I want to devour this woman, bite by delicious bite.

“And are you ever going to defy me again?” I ask, moving up and biting her ear.

She chokes on a pant. “Yes! I want you to punish me. I want you to fuck me. Mark me. Oh, God, Matteo, I fucking hate you, and I want you more than I can believe. Do it all to me. Just make me come.”

I pull free and flip her on her back. I drag my fingers down the front of her abdomen, taking her tits in my mouth one at a time and flicking the nipples hard enough with my teeth that she screams out.

“More.” She pushes up into me, her hands reaching for me, and she’s squirming under my relentless and taunting grip. “I need more. I want you to make me feel like this over and over again. I wantyou, Matteo.”

“Are you sure about that?”

A throaty cry erupts from her as my fingers slide back into her wet pussy. She clenches tightly as I thrust them in and out, slick with her juices. “Oh my God, yes.”

I work her clit with my thumb, my eyes falling on some rope on the table next to the bed. “Then let’s see how much you can take,” I say, sliding her farther onto the bed. I gather both of her wrists and wrap them, fastening the rope to a hook in the wall so her arms are overhead. “Tell me what you want, Heaven.”

“I want your mouth, your hands, your cock,” she says, her voice a snarl of need, of savage desire, her eyes glittering with a challenge I can’t resist. “I want it all.”

Pulling my fingers free, I wrap them around my cock and pump it, then shove her thighs farther apart. I run the head against her hot wet slit and she moans, thrusting her hips high. “Naughty girl. Ah,amore mio.”

Without another thought, I straighten and strip down until we’re both naked. The hunger in her gaze makes me throb. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck you, yes. You know I do.”

“Good, because I fucking love what I see. You are perfection.”

I wrap my hand around my cock once more then straddle her, high on her chest.

Her gaze is locked on my dick and all I see is desire, all I feel is the crazed need that pumps through me. “You want this?”

“Yes.”

“You want my cock in your mouth? You want me to fuck your face?”