Page 60 of Isle of Seduction

After all, I loved the hard spanking I got weeks ago.

Slowly, like we have all the time in the world, I remove my tee-shirt. My nipples pebble as cool air touches skin.

Without removing his eyes from mine, Andrea turns the heating on via the pad located on the wall just behind him. Within minutes, the room is warm and cosy.

That, more than being half naked, and minutes from being fucked within an inch of my life, makes me blush. He’s always so careful with me.

Right now, I don’t want careful. I don’t want controlled.

I want raw.

Unleashed.

Dangerous and vile.

I open the buttons of my jeans and remove them along with my panties in one go before stepping forward to where Andrea sits motionless. If it weren’t for the glint of excitement in his brown eyes and the bulge in his jeans, I’d think he’s bored.

“Did I tell you to move?”

I laugh. “No but…”

I don’t have time to finish my sentence. Andrea stands. In one swift movement, he grabs my jaw firmly, pressing his fingers into my skin. The place where our bodies meet thrums with energy.

“You speak when you’re spoken to, sweetheart. Nod if you understand.”

I nod, eager to please. That’s fucking new and I love it.

“You’ll do as I say until I release you, understand?”

I nod again.

“Kneel.”

I obey and look at him, licking my lips, anticipation thrumming a dizzying beat under my skin. He places a flat pillow under my knees, giving me more comfort. I have no clue what’s happening, but the excitement reaches an all-time high when his voice drops low to give me more orders. My insides vibrate with anticipation, my stomach clenching on its own. I bite my lip to refrain from moving more than he would allow.

“Open your knees wide and stay like this.” I obey and move into the position he demands. “So beautiful and obedient.”

He caresses my cheek with tenderness, the praise enveloping me with soothing comfort. “You’re going to wait here until I come out of the shower. If you move, I’ll know. If you touch yourself, I’ll know. Be good.”

It takes all my strength not to move or indeed touch myself. I know I’m dripping on the cushion underneath me with how wet I am. The humiliation and the test of patience are making me itchy but also warm and fuzzy, like my brain and body can’t decide what to settle on.

I resist my temptations, but it gets harder when I hear the sound of flesh from the bathroom and Andrea’s low groan. I close my eyes and try to breathe through my nose, my erratic heart rate not obeying my demands. He’s going to pay for this. My nipples tighten to the point of pain until all I need is to be touched. At this point, if he blows air on them, I might come.

Andrea comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his lower half, his cock tenting it and my throat dries up. My gaze follows a drop of water from in between his pectorals to his abs all the way down, until it disappears on the thick cotton. My lips part, parched and throat drying.

“Such a good little wife,” he praises me, then slaps my cheek twice like I’m a good mare who just completed a trick. The degradation of the gesture conflicts with the sweet words and my brain short circuits. That’s the only way to explain why I get wetter, a shiver raking up my body until I have to close my eyes and clamp my lips shut to hold off a whimper.

Andrea hums like my reaction pleases him.

“Such a perfect slut for your husband. Choose a safeword, sweetheart.”

“Kalliste.”

“Good. Mine is ‘rosa gialla’,” he says with a smirk. Yellow rose.

While my breathing turns ragged and my body grows hotter, Andrea seems wholly unaffected, and walks around me, inspecting all angles of my body, stopping to face me. It’s like he doesn’t know where to look. I love every second of his attention. I’ve never been on display like this before, left naked to be admired. It leaves me aching for relief. At the same time, the place he carved for himself in my soul expands to take the full shape of him.

“Your body is a masterpiece, guerrieritta. My masterpiece.”

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