Page 55 of Prince of Vice

Suddenly, I hear the faint hum of vibrations, and I feel something clipped onto each of my nipples. "It's such a shame you can't see how beautiful you are adorned with butterfly vibrators," he tells me, and I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan.

He tortures me with the varying speed of the vibrations, never allowing my body to find its rhythm, leaving me teetering on the precipice of ecstasy time and time again. Each denied climax only serves to stoke my desire further, until I can no longer keep quiet.

"Speak freely, Isabella," he commands, and I seize the opportunity, spilling forth a torrent of pleas and longing. As my desperation grows, his touch becomes bolder, finally massaging my breasts and grazing my clit.

"I need to taste you again, my filthy little lawyer," he growls, and I whimper in response. The sensation of his tongue on me is so much more intense now that I am blindfolded, my nipples still throbbing under the relentless vibrations. I feel myself teetering on the edge, but just as I am about to tumble into bliss, he slaps my tender flesh, and the stinging shock wrenches me back from the brink.

"Did you not learn your lesson, Isabella?" His voice is stern, but not unkind. "You came without permission yesterday. Are you too much of a dirty whore to contain yourself?"

"Please," I sob, my body wracked with need. "I want -" The words catch in my throat, but he knows, he always knows. "Your cock, Sir?" I offer hesitantly, hoping against hope that he will grant my wish.

"Too bad," he says, his tone almost gentle. "You don't deserve it yet. But you do deserve a release."

I gasp as the cold, unyielding dildo penetrates me, my body clenching around the intrusion. It's not what I want - it's not him - but the disappointment fades quickly when he starts thrusting it in and out of me at a relentless pace. The vibrations from the butterfly clips on my nipples send shivers across my entire body, and I moan with each stroke.

"Can... can I come, Sir?" I whimper, feeling my orgasm building, my muscles tensing in anticipation. I need this release.

"Ah, so you want my permission to come, is that it?" His voice teases, a hint of amusement in his tone. God, how I love his voice.

"Please, Sir," I beg, clutching at the chains that bind me, desperation lacing my voice. "I need to come so badly."

"Good girl," he finally concedes, and the words are like a key unlocking my cage. "You may come for me now."

The orgasm rips through me, making me scream his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. He continues to work the dildo inside me, coaxing every last shudder from my trembling form. When my vision clears and my breath returns, he tells me in a gentle voice, "That was beautiful, Isabella. But we're not done yet."

"Yes, Sir," I reply obediently, my heart soaring at his praise. I've made him proud, and that means everything to me.

He removes my blindfold, and as my eyes adjust to the soft light, I see him straddling me, his throbbing erection just inches from my face. He slaps my cheek gently with his cock, and I wait, eager to please but knowing better than to act without instruction.

"Such a good, patient slut," he murmurs, and I preen under the praise. "You may take me in your mouth now."

I eagerly open my lips and encircle his length with my tongue, savoring his taste as he slides deeper into my throat. He leans back and reaches for the vibrator, pressing it against my clit once more.

"Come again for me, Isabella," he commands, turning the speed up to its highest setting.

My body convulses at the sudden onslaught of sensations, and I moan around his cock as another orgasm builds within me. He fucks my face in a steady rhythm, driving me further and further toward the edge. Just as I feel myself spiraling out of control, he groans and comes down my throat, filling me with his essence.

The taste of him combined with the relentless assault on my senses pushes me over the edge once more, and I shatter into a million pieces, my second orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Isabella

Breathing heavily, Primo gazes down at me with a dark intensity that makes me shiver, despite the heat still lingering in my flushed skin. "You did such a good job sucking my cock and coming for your Dominant," he praises, his voice a velvety blend of satisfaction and command. I smile, feeling at ease and relaxed, even as I remember the filthy things we just engaged in.

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper, basking in his approval.

With gentle hands, Primo carefully releases me from my cuffs. The contrast between his firm grip during our scene and the tenderness he shows now is astonishing – it makes me feel cared for, protected. I watch him methodically put away all of his tools back into his closet, each item meticulously placed in its designated spot. It's a side of him I've never seen before, and I find it oddly endearing.

“You were amazing," he murmurs, extending a hand to help me up. His touch sends a current through me, coaxing me back to him so that I can relax in his arms. As he holds me close, I breathe in his scent – now a mix of leather, cologne, and sweat – and relish in the warmth of his embrace.

"Come, let me take care of you," Primo suggests, his eyes softening as he guides me toward the bathroom. We step into the bath together, the water hot and soothing against our skin. I sigh in contentment, sinking into the luxurious embrace of the fragrant water.

In the dimly lit room, Primo begins massaging my shoulders, his strong hands working wonders on my tense muscles. I melt under his skilled touch, my body relaxing and opening up to him. Every stroke of his fingers feels like a balm to the aches left behind by our passionate encounter.

"Your touch is incredible," I admit, leaning into him and feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through me.

The warm water envelops me, soothing my tired muscles as Primo's strong hands glide across my body in the gentle massage. I close my eyes and let the fragrances of lavender and sandalwood intoxicate me, carrying me away to another plane of existence. A soft sigh escapes my lips, a testament to the tender care Primo is showering upon me.

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