Page 31 of Prince of Vice

"Taking it all in so well," he murmurs, his satisfied smile sending another current of desire through me. My body trembles with anticipation, my hips bucking upward in silent supplication.

“Where’s my prim and proper lawyer now?” he taunts, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to where I crave his touch the most. But he refuses to grant me that pleasure, teasing me mercilessly instead.

"Primo," I whimper, unable to contain my impatience any longer. He doesn't respond kindly to my protests, seizing my face once more and puckering my lips with force.

"Keep quiet and wait for me to give you pleasure on my terms," he growls, the low timbre of his voice sending me into overdrive.

I bite back a moan, acquiescing to his demand with a breathless nod. As I surrender myself to his control, I marvel at how this man – my client – has set me ablaze in ways I never thought possible. But right now, all that matters is the intoxicating dance of power and desire that binds us together in this moment, as I willingly submit to his every whim.

My body aches with need, the anticipation of Primo's touch making me feel as if I'm about to shatter. His fingers finally enter me, and it feels like an answered prayer. The pressure, the sensation, it's all nearly enough to make me come just from that first thrust.

"God, Primo," I gasp, my head falling back against the car seat as he fills me in all the right ways. He leans over, his mouth capturing one of my nipples, sucking on it with a ferocity that borders on pain—but only serves to heighten my pleasure.

"Look at you," he growls between licks, “so wet for your client, someone who represents everything you hate. But you can’t help but make a mess over this brand new leather. Just how far will you go for me, Isabella?” His words should embarrass me, but instead, they ignite something deep within, a desire to submit fully to him. My mind lets go, surrendering to whatever he wants.

"Anything," I breathe, "I'll do anything you want."

His teeth graze my neck, biting down gently but firmly, while his fingers curl inside of me. The dual sensations hit my g-spot, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I scream out his name, my orgasm overwhelming and consuming every inch of me.

As I come down from the high, Primo removes his hand, his fingers glistening with my arousal. He holds them up to my lips, commanding me to taste myself. I obediently stick out my tongue, eager to sample my own essence, but he gives me only a teasing taste before pulling away.

“So greedy,” he chides, his eyes dark and smoldering. "Your pussy juices are mine now." The possessiveness in his voice causes a thrill to run down my spine.

"Get on your knees and clean up your mess," he orders, nodding toward the leather seat below me. I give him a hazy smile, realizing that I want nothing more than to obey his command, to please him in any way I can.

I move into the footwell of the car, kneeling before the evidence of my pleasure. As I lick the glistening liquid from the leather, savoring the taste and the submission, I hear Primo's ragged breaths above me. I glance up and see him watching me intently, stroking himself to the sight of my obedience.

"Good girl," he murmurs, approval lacing his voice. "You're learning so well."

The praise sends a shiver through me. I don’t even recognize myself in this moment. Primo is my client. Someone I’m representing to get money so I can get away from mobsters like him. And yet, here I am, exploring fantasies I never even knew I had with him.

"Primo," I whisper as I crawl up toward him, my eyes locked on his swollen, throbbing cock. He catches me by the cheeks, a firm grip that forces me to look into his eyes.

"Isabella, what do you think you're doing?"

"Please," I reply meekly, "I want to taste you.”

His wicked grin spreads across his face. “That is an honor, and you need permission first." He releases my face and pinches my nipples between his fingers, making me squirm in response.

"Please, Primo, let me make you feel good.”

"Filthy girl, needing it so bad," he says, his voice dark and intoxicating. "Tell me what you are."

"Your filthy, needy slut," I confess, my cheeks flushing with both arousal and embarrassment. Only then does he nod his consent, his eyes never leaving mine as I lower my mouth to his erection.

My lips wrap around his thick shaft, and he places a hand at the back of my head, controlling my movements. His hips thrust upward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth than I've ever taken before. Normally, this sort of thing would make me uncomfortable, but with Primo, I find myself relishing every moment of submission.

As I struggle to accommodate his size, I wish for a taste of his cum. But with his cock filling my mouth, I'm unable to communicate my desire. Instead, I glance up at him through my lashes, hoping he understands my silent plea.

"Ah, Isabella," he taunts, "you want something, don't you? Too bad you can't tell me, and you won't be able to when your pretty little mouth is dripping with my cum." The thought sends a fresh wave of anticipation through me, and I redouble my efforts, desperate to please him.

Finally, after endless moments of thrusting and teasing, Primo's grip tightens in my hair, and he groans as his cum floods my mouth. I swallow it greedily, savoring the taste and texture, a testament to our dark and twisted connection.

"Drink it down like the beautiful, needy slut you are," he commands, his voice thick with approval. “What a good girl you are, sucking me dry,” he moans. “You look so gorgeous like this: on your knees, swallowing every last drop of my cum.”

My heart swells with pride and satisfaction, knowing that I've pleased him. As I sit back on my heels, my chest heaving, I realize that this is only the beginning of our dangerous liaison.

Chapter Fourteen

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