Page 88 of Prince of Vice

"Look at yourself," he degrades me, his words dripping with lust, "You're such a pitiful little sub that you can't even go a few weeks without the taste of my cock in your mouth. I love how horny and needy you are for me."

I open my mouth wide, showing him exactly what I crave. A dark chuckle escapes his lips as he decides to give me just that. He lifts me up, and I squirm in his strong arms, but a hard smack on my ass reminds me to be a good girl. He tosses me onto the bed and unzips his pants, pulling me until my head is hanging off the edge.

"Get ready, pet," he warns, before pushing himself into my eager mouth. The angle makes it difficult for me to take him completely, but his praise and degradation spur me on. As he fucks my face at a punishing pace, his fingers find their way between my thighs, reigniting my arousal. Another orgasm builds within me, and I know I won't be able to hold back for long.

"Such a good girl," Primo murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction, "taking me so well." He continues this way as I choke on his cock.

"Enough," he breathes, withdrawing from my mouth with a wet pop. He flips me over onto my stomach, my body tingling with anticipation. I watch as he sheds his clothing, his muscles gleaming in the low light, all those delicious tattoos glinting like forbidden treasures. The sight of him sends a shiver down my spine, my arousal flaring anew.

He climbs on top of me, entering me from behind with one slow, deliberate thrust. Our bodies meld together, his strong arms wrapping around me as he caresses my skin, nipping at my neck. He starts out slow, but soon his pace increases, our bodies colliding with each frantic thrust. My moans fill the room, and I start to worry that those downstairs might hear us.

"Say my name, mia cara," he growls into my ear, his voice commanding and irresistible. "I want to hear you scream it when you come for me again."

The heat rises within me, his relentless rhythm pushing me closer and closer to the edge. As he twists my nipples and plunges into me again and again, I finally let go, crying out his name as my orgasm moves through me. The pulsing of my walls sends him over the edge too, and he releases himself deep inside me with a guttural groan.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. I'm all smiles as he turns me over, cradling me in his arms. The intimacy of the moment has me tracing the edges of his tattoos, curiosity piqued by their intricate designs.

"Will you tell me now what each one means?" I whisper, my fingers dancing across his inked skin.

"Of course," he replies softly. He begins to explain each one, his voice low and soothing. "This one is my family crest. This one—the wolf—I got from a monk while traveling. It represents loyalty and protection of my pack."

"Your pack?" I tease, grinning up at him.

"Si, my family, my friends—like Charlie, who I got this tattoo for recently." He points out each one as he speaks, his fingers brushing the inked tributes to those he loves. "And this one is for my mother, still in Italy, and my son."

My gaze lingers on a fresh tattoo, curiosity piqued. "Who is that one for?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "That one is for you, bella. Lady Justice, holding a single scale with my heart inside it."

Tears well up in my eyes as I ask him when he got it. He tells me it was a few weeks ago.

"But," I say looking at him in confusion, "we didn't know that we would end up together then."

"Bella," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto mine, "that doesn't mean I stopped loving you, or ever would."

As our breathing slows and our hearts find their rhythm once more, I realize just how deeply Primo has woven himself into the fabric of my life. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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As we come back to our senses, I feel the need to ask him about something he mentioned earlier. "Primo, what did you mean by collaring me?" I inquire, my voice soft and curious.

"Ah," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Collaring is a BDSM tradition, symbolizing a deep commitment between a Dominant and their submissive. It's like a wedding ring, but for our kind of relationship." He pauses, gauging my reaction. "I would love to do that with you, if you'd be willing to."

"Wait," I say, furrowing my brow in thought. "If I'm willing to marry you, doesn't that mean I'd be willing to let you collar me?"

He shakes his head, giving me a tender smile. "Not necessarily. Marriage is a public commitment, while collaring is an intensely personal one. It doesn't have to be for everyone, but it can be a powerful expression of our bond."

The idea intrigues me, awakening something within me that hungers for more. "I'm very interested, Primo. I can't wait to learn more about it with you."

"Me too," he says, his eyes alight with anticipation. "We'll explore all our fantasies together and work slowly toward that step in our dynamic, at our own pace."

Feeling refreshed and reconnected, we clean up and put our clothes back on. As we make our way downstairs, hand in hand, the live auction has already begun. The room buzzes with excitement as people place their bids, the atmosphere electric.

"Isaac," I call out to my date as I approach him. "Sorry I was gone so long."

He waves off my apology with a smile. "No worries, I hardly noticed."

"Thank you for being such a great date tonight, but I won't be needing a ride home," I tell him, hoping he understands.

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