Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Play with your breasts,” I order.
“Wha—” She lifts her head, looking beautifully befuddled. A surge of manly pride shoots through me. I did that to her.
“Pinch those nipples. Make them hard.” I wait until she complies before I return to pleasuring her. She arches her lower back from the bed, rocking her pelvis toward my face. I go slowly, dipping two fingers into her and arcing them to stroke her inner wall.
She gasps and clenches around my fingers, inner thighs clamping down on my shoulders.
“Stefano.”
“That’s it, baby. Say my name.”
“I need it,” she says.
Oh, fuck me. I need to give it to you so hard, baby. But I also don’t want this to end. I enjoy having Corey trembling and gasping my name like I’m the only man in the universe who can give her what she needs.
I ease my fingers out of her and pick up one of her stockings. She watches me climb over her with heavy-lidded eyes, but they fly wide when I catch her wrists and quickly tie them together.
“You have a bondage thing, Stefano?” Her voice is soft and breathy, no trace of the harsh judgment she usually infuses.
“Only with you, bambina.” It’s mostly true. Sure, I’ve tied girls up before, smacked their asses, bossed them around. But with Corey it’s far more interesting. She’s not submissive by nature, so taking her power away gives her a far greater release. And frankly, I want to conquer her this way.
I hold her wrists down and work one of her nipples with my teeth and tongue. She writhes beneath me. “Stefano.” She pops her pelvis up to hit my aching cock. She needs it bad.
So do I.
“Beg for it.” It’s a challenge. I know it will piss her off and it does. She rolls her eyes.
“You want to hear you’re good?”
I cup her mons and stroke my middle finger slowly along her juicy slit.
“You’re fucking good. So damn good.” She rolls her head around on the bed with a wanton moan.
“Beg.”
“You’re also a cocky—”
I release her nipple with a pop and arch a warning brow.
“—arrogant, controlling bastard who’s keeping me prisoner.”
I remove all touch, backing up and pulling her wrists toward the headboard where I wind an end of the stocking around the post. “Badly played, amore.”
She pants, watching me with those bright blue eyes. Her legs swish restlessly on the bed.
I walk to the closet and rummage in my suitcase for the vibrator. Yes, I travel with it. You never know when you might need to pleasure a woman. I twist it to turn it on and saunter back to my lovely captive.
“Open your thighs, bella.”
She tugs at her bound wrists, eyes on the vibrator, legs still dancing.
I climb over her. “Don’t make me ask twice,” I murmur.
Her knees fall open the moment the vibe hits her clit. I stroke it slowly up and down her slit, feed it into her, then remove it and tease her clit. I continue this pattern until her pants become whines, her head rolls around with impatience.
Finally, I insert the vibrator into her and leave it, then I walk away.
“Hey!” she cries indignantly as I head to the bathroom.
I ignore her and wash my hands and face, brush my teeth.
“Stefano Tacone, you bastard. Get back here. Please.”
“Baby, I’m not going to warn you again—don’t call me names.” I come out of the bathroom, drying my hands.
It’s not really that I give a shit. But I have a reputation. I can’t have her disrespecting me in front of anyone else.
“I’m sorry.” She seeks my gaze with pleading one. “Please don’t do this. Please.”
“What do you need? Ask me sweetly.”
She grimaces, but lifts her chin. “I want your big Italian cock, okay? Are you going to give it to me?”
I can’t help but laugh. I pull the vibrator out of her and toss it on the bed. “I like you, Corey Simonson.” I slip my hand in my boxer briefs and pull out my cock. “Very much.” I snap open a condom and roll it on.
“I wish I could say the same, but you know—” She looks up at her tied wrists.
* * *
Corey
“Oh, you’ll like it, bella. I’ll make sure of it.” Stefano rubs the head of his sheathed cock over my swollen opening.
I moan, and my eyeballs roll back in my head. So help me God, I know he will. I’m freaking dying for Stefano to get me off. My whole body’s fevered and needy for him. And I have no doubt he’ll deliver everything I need.
I bend my knees up in offering.
The truth is, I’m enjoying my imprisonment with Stefano Tacone way too much. The man is far too sexy for his own good. For my own good.
He eases in, this thick member stretching me wide. Once seated, he withdraws, grips the tops of my thighs and plows back in, bumping my ass with his balls.