Page 37 of Velvet Chains

I could feel my heart breaking a little more with each second that passed.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, stepping back, my hands falling away from his neck. “I can’t pretend that this is okay, that I’m okay with this.”

Vincenzo reached for me, his expression lost. “Wait—please. Don’t go. I have to protect you. I?—”

“Protect me?” I interrupted, my voice breaking. “From who? From yourself? From the lies? Or from Don Antonio? This is a cage, and I’m going to die in it.”

For the first time, I saw something break in his eyes—something raw and vulnerable. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered.

“But you did,” I replied, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

“Can I help you feel better?” he tried.

All I could think about was touching him, holding him, kissing him, so I did. I leaned forward and kissed him, placing my arms around his neck so that he wouldn’t pull away.

As he held me, I was so close to him I had to move my own eyes from side to side to look into his. They were as majestic as a dark sky on the verge of a perfect storm.

I could feel his body against mine, warm and hard and my sheer physical arousal was something I only barely control. I touched his face very gently, letting my fingertips trace spider webs over his skin, I could feel my heartbeat like a hammer in my chest as he pushed my hair away from my face and guided me. I closed my eyes and all that I could feel in the world were his lips on mine, sweet and soft, becoming harder and more urgent as the breaks were gradually released.

This is what I wanted; something sensual and personal.

He bit my lips, kissed my mouth, bit my neck gently, then harder and I curled my hands around his head and pulled him into me. A small sound escaped my lips as he took control of my pleasure.

He leaned forward slightly and I tipped backwards, bringing him with me. He pulled his shirt off and I could feel the weight of his body moving against me as he undressed. I kept my eyes open to feast on his smooth skin.

He reached down and pulled my dress up over my head. I wanted to enjoy the curve of his neck and the definition of his shoulders, his chest, his hips. I wanted to see his lips, the dimple in his chin and the look in his eyes, the fan of his eyelashes.

But my eyes closed and I came alive to the gentle resolution of his hands, the sound of our breathing and the unmistakable scent of my response.

I could feel myself almost shaking with pleasure as he treated me to his body. That smooth as silk, soft, warm, hardness of caressed naked skin. I wound my legs around his back again and was rewarded with a growl of satisfaction and an instant demonstration of why my body had ached for this encounter.

He leaned up and with the ease and strength of long experience, he pulled my hips towards him, spreading my legs apart. A shudder went through me as I felt his strong, dexterous fingers at the top of my thighs.

I reached up for him as he bent his head towards mine again and, as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, I felt his fingers pushing between my legs, sliding velvety into the wet, hot center of me, fingering me. His mouth held me and I could only make an inarticulate sound. Hanging on to him, I pushed my hips against his hand’s movement.

He kissed my neck and whispered, "Isabelle, be still."

I could feel my breathing accelerate as I tried to control myself. Just the command had made achieving this harder and I could feel my arousal pulse through me like a blush across skin. With careful deliberation he squeezed one breast then another, drawing up one nipple, then the other into a hard, exquisite erection.

I had given up trying to hold back the noises I was making, so I simply moaned as he began to suckle at my left breast, teasing me with his tongue and his teeth. He pushed one finger, then another into my pussy, his thumb sliding easily through my swollen lips and resting firmly on my clit. He raised his head and pushed hard with his fingers. I tried to do as I was told and keep still but, as he pushed again, I knew it was going to be almost impossible.

"Oh God, please…" It sounded so pathetic, but I didn't care at that moment.

"It’s alright, bellissima. Tell me if you're going to cum."

He pushed my legs further apart and with the slow concentration of the truly dedicated, with the fingers of both hands, he delicately spread the lips of my pussy like the petals of a flower. The smell of sex seemed to fill the whole room. He bowed his head and my entire existence hung on to that touch while he took his pleasure from that burning part of me, his tongue lapping and teasing at my cunt as he held me down.

He growled again. A low, slow, masculine purr of satisfaction and I felt all control slip from me completely. I wanted him to enjoy it just like I was, for as long as he wanted, but I could feel my climax building and it became almost too much as he pushed his fingers inside me again.

"I'm going to- I think I'm…" I somehow managed to say although all my breath seemed to have left me.

He raised his head and I could feel relief and disappointment surge through me in equal measure. He helped me up and I clung to him as we knelt on the floor together. I could taste myself in his kisses, sweet and sour and salty and he kissed me lavishly to make sure I did.

“You need discipline." I know what he had in mind.

He held on to my hair with one hand, the other hand again between my legs. I could feel the eye watering pull of the one and the other making me shake as he fucked me hard with his fingers. Each invasion of my body taking me nearer and nearer the brink, his soft voice praising me, "That's my girl. Good girl..."

He released a final burst that made me squeal and then he helped me up, a living doll, a perfect thing of his making, warm, caressed, and, sated. I was in a daze but I could see the rise and fall of his chest, the sheen of perspiration on his torso, the slight tremor in his arms as he held me which told me of the effort he has put into this. And his cock, hard and erect told me what he needed then as much as I did.

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