Page 56 of Prince of Vice

"Tell me, Isabella," he murmurs in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, "what did you think of our scene tonight?"

I open my eyes, momentarily startled by the intimacy of the question. My heart races as I search for the right words, but honesty prevails. "It was wonderful," I confess, feeling my face flush with both pleasure and embarrassment. "I enjoyed myself very much."

"Is there anything you didn't like or would want to change?" Primo asks, his fingers continuing their sensual exploration of my body.

I shake my head, unable to think of anything that marred our delicious encounter. "Not that I can think of," I reply, then hesitate before adding, "But I do wonder... why didn't you fuck me?"

Primo chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling my ear. "I cannot wait to fuck you," he admits, his voice low and husky. As if to prove his point, his hand slips between my legs, his fingers sliding into my wetness. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my body arching against his touch.

"Sex during our first scene together can overly complicate things," he explains, his fingers continuing their delicious invasion. But just as I feel myself succumbing to the waves of pleasure building within me, he slows his movements, leaving me wanting more.

"Always wanting and needy for me," he whispers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "That's how I like you."

My body trembles with desire, my mind whirling at the implications of his words. "Open communication is important," he continues, his fingers still teasing me mercilessly. "We need to be honest about our wants and desires, and where they are or aren't being met."

"Did you have anything you'd like to change?" I ask, my voice breathy and pleading.

"You were marvelous," he replies, his tone sincere as he withdraws his fingers from my aching core. "All I want is to play with you more." His words ignite a fire within me, and despite the relaxation that fills me, I find myself hungering for him once more.

I take a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the bath water envelop me as Primo's strong arms support me. The sensation of his fingers still lingers within me, leaving me craving more. He massages my shoulders and I lean into him, seeking comfort and solace.

"Primo," I murmur, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "I'm curious about something else." His hands pause in their ministrations, and he regards me with that intense gaze of his.

"What is it?" he asks, encouraging me to speak my mind.

"During our scene," I begin, my cheeks flushing at the memory, "you called me a brat. What did you mean by that?"

"Ah," Primo chuckles softly, resuming his massage, "a brat is someone in the BDSM world who enjoys teasing and challenging their Dominant, often pushing boundaries to elicit reactions or punishments."

"And what are your thoughts on that?" I inquire, genuinely curious about his preferences.

He sighs thoughtfully, his fingers tracing circles along my spine. "I'm not particularly fond of bratting. I prefer a partner who willingly submits to me, without trying to test my resolve."

His words settle like a warm blanket around me, affirming our compatibility and shared desires. We seem to fit together like puzzle pieces, our edges aligning in ways I never imagined possible.

"Would you like to continue this exploration together?" he asks, his voice gentle yet commanding.

"Absolutely," I reply without hesitation, my heart swelling with excitement and anticipation.

"Good," he purrs, pulling me closer to his chest. "Now, let me tell you more about dynamics and how we can build ours together."

As Primo speaks, I drink in every word, eager to learn from him. He explains that our dynamic will be unlike any typical relationship, as it requires an extreme level of trust between us. While many people are content with surface-level connections, we will delve deeper, trusting each other implicitly during our most vulnerable moments.

"Sub space," he says, "is a state of mind where you feel incredibly relaxed and suggestible. You've likely already experienced it."

I nod in agreement, recalling the heady sensation that washed over me earlier, leaving me pliant and eager to please.

"However," Primo cautions, his voice growing serious, "we must be careful not to fall into the trap of sub frenzy. Honesty, both in and out of the bedroom, is key to maintaining a healthy dynamic."

The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the walls, setting the mood for an honest conversation.

"Primo," I begin hesitantly, feeling my pulse quicken in anticipation, "there's something I haven't been completely honest about."

His strong hands pause on my back, and he looks at me with genuine concern. "What is it?"

I swallow hard, struggling to put my fears into words. "Even though I've always said I'm confident in my strategy and skills for the trial, the truth is... I'm really nervous. I know I'm smarter than the people on the other side, but there's so much at stake, and it terrifies me."

As I confess my deepest insecurities, Primo listens intently, his eyes never leaving mine. When I finish speaking, he smiles softly, his fingers resuming their gentle movements on my body.

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