Page 16 of Pain and Pleasure

"Eager for your undoing? As you wish."

He pulls me from the bed and into a standing position, pulling my zipper down from the back of my dress. It drops to the floor, pooling at my feet in a black puddle. I look over my shoulder and back at him, blinking slowly so that I can take in every one of his features.

His face is beautiful under the shadows of his bedroom, his stubble darker and pronounced around his angular jawline. His eyes are just as dark, fixated on my lingerie covered form.

"Gira para mi."Spin for me.

I find that I love it when he says that to me. I have no choice but to obey his sultry command. I spin for him slowly, letting him get an eyeful of my body. His jaw clenches as I face him now, walking towards me at a slow pace until he stops, only a breath away.

I'm finding that in these moments, in these sexy, all-consuming moments, there's not much room for talking. All the communication is done with our bodies and it's the most ethereal form of conversation. It's what I prefer most with him honestly.

My hands go to his belt, his eyebrows raising as his rough fingers skim the tops of my breasts, my cleavage spills over the silk cups of my bra. I undo his belt and pull his shirt out from his pants, slowly unbuttoning it and revealing his smooth and tan chest. He has a light dusting of chest hairs, but my eyes are fixated on his gold medallion that hangs between his pectorals. My hands travel the rigid and hard planes of his abs, sliding up the medallion before cradling it between my fingertips. It has an engraved portrait of a man, a saint.

"Who is this?" I ask.

He pulls my hands down from his chest and puts them behind my back, his mouth covering my neck.

"Not important right now. What I want to do with you has limited talking." He growls against my throat.

He pushes me back onto the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling them to the bed posts. He looks at me, silently asking for my okay. I nod slowly, eagerness mixing with my desire. He grabs my hands and lifts them, looping the silk ties around my wrists, pulling on them to make sure that they are not too tight or loose.

He leans back and stares at me, admiring both me and his handiwork. I think I'm blushing from head to two. No man has ever looked at me like this. Like he wants to swallow me whole.

"You're so beautiful in silk. Beautiful like this, yielding to me completely." His voice is so low and scratchy as his hands wander down my body, pulling my breasts free from the cups of my bra and covering my nipples with his mouth.

He laps at my breasts like they're his last meal, biting and licking at my nipples as my hips rise and moans fall from my lips. His hands travel from my wrists to my thighs, squeezing them before ripping my underwear from my body. It tears and the garters snap against my skin. I gasp in response, my mouth wide open as he slides my ripped panties from his hands and into my mouth.

I stare up at him, wide eyed and wanton. This should be terrifying or demeaning, maybe even both, but I'm finding that it's too fucking hot. My skin feels like it's too tight, stretching across my bones with a heat I've never known. He sits back on his knees and my legs fall open, his eyes immediately going to my pussy.

He leans down, his lips a kiss away from my wet flesh. His tongue peeks out to slide along the crease of my thigh, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head and my hips to raise, eager for his dark kiss. His tongue slides from my thigh to my clit, flicking against it slowly as a long cry leaves my throat and gets clogged by the bunched-up panties in my mouth.

"I've been waiting for my dessert all day long," he groans.

I want to beg him, plead for him to just take me already, but there's a reason why I'm being bound and gagged. He wants all of my pleasure to himself, stealing it like the most beautiful thief. He wants to torture and tease me, drive me wild until I'm nothing but bones full of need for him.

"Your taste consumes me. Even in my dreams," he whispers before licking my pussy from top to bottom, his long tongue dipping inside and thrusting like his cock has many times before.

No man has ever devoured me like Dante. He eats me like I'm the sweetest candy, like I'm his last meal that he wants to both savor and annihilate. I'll take whatever, as long as he keeps doing this. I feel the coil tightening in my belly, growing taut as I silently beg for release.

He doesn't let up, just eats me out like I'm the last supper before pulling back and slowing down as he senses the tightening of my wet sex. I groan and whimper all the way through, feeling his smile against my clit.

"Would you like me inside you now, Emmie? You said you wanted to feel it, all of me."

I lock eyes with him, his eyes no longer dark, but lit with his beautiful, amber glow. The look in them catches me like a moth to a flame. It makes my heart do stupid things. It makes it swell and pound for him. It makes me want to fall even deeper than I already am.

I close my eyes, shutting off the intensity, but his hand goes to my jaw as I feel his bare and hard cock against my slick entrance.

"Open. You'll look at me as I fuck you," he says darkly before shoving inside me with no preamble. I'm so wet that it's an easy transition, it's like he's sliding into home. It feels right even though it shouldn't.

"You'll look at me as I destroy you."

He growls while his hips slam against mine repeatedly, smacking against my flesh faster and faster each time. My eyes snap open and water with the need to come, all these emotions and sensations too much to bear.

"You'll look at me as I make you mine. For the last fucking time."

He shoves in so deep on the last word, touching a part of me that no man has before. It's a detonation, a bomb erupting inside of me. I cry out and climax around his cock, my orgasm stretching for what feels like a millennium.

He growls like a wild animal and rips my panties from my mouth, attacking my lips with his as I cry and whimper through the rest of my orgasm. His hands go to my hair, yanking it back and angling my head so that all I can see is his taut face, his cock slamming into me at a delicious speed. The coil in my belly tightens again as his cock swells.

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