Page 61 of Isle of Seduction

His hand follows his gaze, caressing my cheek, neck, breasts, everywhere until he crouches down and glides a finger in between my legs.

“So fucking wet for me,” he muses, almost to himself.

His cold exterior doesn’t reflect the burning fire I see in his gaze when we lock eyes. His hand continues to glide gently back and forth, creating heat but not giving me what I need. I try to shift, but he tsks under his breath.

My heart thumps faster at the perspective of being punished for not following his rules.

“If you insist on being a disobedient brat, you’ll be treated like one.”

I gulp.

I’ve never wanted a cock down my throat more than I do now. Anything he’ll give, I’ll take.

“Hands on your knees. Don’t move.”

I don’t. As much as I want to sass him and challenge him, now is not the time. I’m primed with need, lust coursing through my blood like the most delicious wine. I want to be rewarded for obeying, maybe a light punishment, but I need to come and I know his type.

I might have never been in a relationship with dominant people before, but I’ve had lovers who wanted nothing more than to give me pleasure. They fucking know how to hold it, too.

Andrea, though? He’s the type of man who’ll edge me for days if I don’t behave and right now, I want his cock inside me and I want to come so much I’m mindless with the need.

“Do you remember what I told you months ago?”

I hesitate.

“Speak.”

“No, I don’t remember.”

“I told you that you’ll beg for my cock before I ever give it to you. Are you ready to beg yet?”

Defiance sparks in my veins, but Andrea grabs my chin again while he towers over me, his cock centimetres from my face. “Don’t even try to sass me right now, guerrieritta. I’ve missed you so much I can’t breathe. Give us what we both want and beg.”

“Fuck you,” I say with a smirk of my own.

The satisfied look in his eyes and the half smile on the corner of his lips tell me he was hoping for me to be bad.

“You asked for this.”

With one hand on my chin still, Andrea grabs his belt, discarded on the chair, wrapping it around my neck in a tight fit. It doesn’t stop me from breathing but it’s the most degrading thing I’ve ever had to endure. And the hottest. My thighs are sticky with my arousal while my throat dries at the possessiveness of his actions.

“Since your mouth can’t seem to say the right things, I’ll keep it busy. Tap my leg twice if you want to tap out. Understood?”

Again, I nod like an eager puppy ready to receive a treat.

The towel falls to the floor, giving me a front row spot to admire his glorious body and hard cock. Thick and veiny, leaking precum at the tip just for me.

My eyes take in the thick thighs, tattooed with a falling angel on the right and a pack of wolves on the left. All I want to do is glide my hands from them all the way up to his chiselled chest and strong arms. Scars litter his chest, and I want to kiss every single one, learn his story as I learn his body until I can know it by heart.

My pussy clenches around nothing, my clit so swollen it hurts. It’s going to be a tight fit to get him inside of me, both in my mouth and my cunt, but I’m determined to get every single inch. Every part of my body thrums and longs for this man and I’m at his mercy, naked and kneeling while he towers over me, ready to take what he needs. I want him to use me. For the first time, I want him to take.

“Open. Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he says, his eyes bright with desire and restraint. His control is admirable. I’m almost panting like I’m in heat and he’s perfectly composed. Though I know it’s a mask. The slight tremble in the hand that holds the belt tells a different story.

He takes his heavy cock with the other hand and taps it on my tongue a few times, making my mouth water. I look up at him, but his eyes are fixed on where his cock now rests on my tongue, mesmerised.

“Good sluts get rewards, brats get punished,” he murmurs and thrusts his dick all the way inside my mouth. I gag and he withdraws. I just have the time to swallow before he assaults me again, his hand keeping his hold on my chin, the leash around my neck short and taut. Over and over, Andrea fucks my mouth with abandon, and I want more.

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