Page 104 of His Tesoro

“I need this off of you,” he said, tugging at my dress.

I rolled over so he could access the zipper. He pulled it down, his breath skating across my skin as he pressed hot kisses down my spine. He slowly stripped off the dress, groaning when he saw my tiny black thong.

“Fuck.” He bit each of my ass cheeks, causing me to squeal, but he kept my panties on. “Roll over, baby.”

His hands caressed my skin as I did what he asked, his thumbs circling my beaded nipples. He pulled back just enough to remove his coat jacket and roll up his sleeves, exposing his thick, muscled forearms. I reached for him, needed to touch him, but he caught both wrists in one hand. “I need to be in control tonight.”

The vulnerability in his eyes made my chest tighten. “Whatever you need, miliy.”

He kissed me on the forehead and helped me sit up, arranging a bolster behind my back to give me support. He crossed the room to pull a length of rope out of his dresser. The tension I’d been carrying since last night when I found out I’d have to see my father lessened as my husband strode towards me, loosening his tie. Maybe I needed to surrender control tonight as much as he needed to take it.

Matteo ran the rope across my skin, the slightly rough edge of the hemp causing a shiver to go through me. He took his time tying a chest harness, kissing me and teasing my clit as he wrapped the rope around my breasts and down my torso in a diamond pattern. The rope’s tight hold contrasted with the gentle, tantalizing way his fingers brushed against my skin, leaving me wanting more.

“You’re doing so well for me. Letting me tie you up, use you how I want.” His words were a whisper against my skin and I swayed, trying to lean closer to him.

He kept a firm hold on me, arranging me so he could take the end of the rope and thread it between my legs. I whimpered as he pulled it tight between my pussy lips. My lace underwear provided a small layer of protection, but the rope rubbed against my clit, setting me on fire. He ran the rope between my ass cheeks, and I gasped as he tugged it tight, tying it to the back of my chest harness.

My lips were parted and I was panting. My clit was swollen and needy, desperate for friction, and the tight harness was a constant reminder that I was completely under Matteo’s control.

“Eyes on me,” he said, voice low. I found myself slipping deeper into submission as I met his dark gaze.

“Please,” I begged.

He arranged me so I was facing him, my legs straddling his thigh. His tie and jacket lay forgotten on the floor, but besides that, he was fully clothed. I was vulnerable and at his mercy, and I felt completely safe.

He held the chest harness and rocked me back and forth, each movement sending a pulse of pleasure through me as I rubbed against the rope and his leg. I tried to move faster, but he was fully in control, drawing out my pleasure until I was whining and moaning in his grasp.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

We breathed in time with each other, our heartbeats synching as I fell deeper under his spell. I was floating—tethered to the earth only by his touch. A few times, my eyelids fluttered closed and he smacked my thigh in punishment.

“I’m going to see you fall apart for me, tesoro. Your body belongs wholly to me. Mine to touch, mine to command, mine to control.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“No one else will touch you. No one will ever feel how drenched you get for me.”

“Only you.” The fog was settling in heavier now, my mind floating to the delicious place only he could bring me to. Absolute surrender, because I knew there wasn’t any place in the universe as safe as his arms.

He growled and sped up his movements, pinching my nipple until I cried out. My orgasm broke, washing over me like waves. I clutched his shoulders, digging my fingers in to stop myself from floating away.

“Good girl, you did that so well for me.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he kept murmuring praise. He lowered me to the bed and untied the rope, placing kisses on every spot of my skin rubbed red before gathering me to his chest. He cupped the back of my head, his fingers gently stroking my hair. “Fuck, Sofiya, fuck. It’s you and me, forever.”

I sucked on his neck, wanting, needing, to leave my mark on him, too. The quiet between us was easy, gently wrapping around us.

“I probably left a wet patch on your pants,” I whispered.

“Good. I need your scent on every pair I own.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

I trailed my hands down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt before moving lower. I squeezed his hard cock through his pants, and he thrust against me with a moan. God, I wanted to hear him make that sound over and over. I unzipped his pants and he lifted his hips, helping me shove them down until my fingers wrapped around his warm, smooth cock.

He breathed in sharply and cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. I let out a little cry as he hitched me up, slipping his cock between my pussy lips. “Are you tired, baby?”

“No,” I said with a smile. “Wide awake.”

He rolled us so he was hovering over me. His thick thighs pressed between mine, his cock teasing my entrance.

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