Page 50 of Depths of Hunger

“I’ve made extra, along with a salad and a charcuterie board for tomorrow evening.” Noticing my puzzled expression, Albert continues, “I have an event I must attend. I did tell you about it last week.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Albert. You did mention it—I just forgot. I apologize. Yes, of course, that’s fine. I can always cook if I decide I want something else.”

He nods as he sets the plate before me. Seafood pasta in a spicy red sauce. Albert makes the pasta fresh, and it is divine. “Thank you, Albert.” He pours me a light red wine to accompany the meal and then quietly slips away. I will miss this—Albert’s cooking, the view, and Italy itself.

I take a few bites of pasta and sip my wine. I’m not really hungry. Well, not for food, anyway. I’m hungry for my husband’s touch. A slow smile spreads across my face. I’m going to put some of the items from that box to good use. After eating a few more bites so Albert won’t think I didn’t appreciate his meal—not that he wouldever say anything—I grab my wine and head upstairs. If this is my last night with my husband, I’m going to make sure I enjoy every bit of it.

Renzo is still sleeping. The sheets are at his waist revealing his broad well-muscled chest. His arms are thrown above his head next to the metal headboard as if he’s been fighting something in his dreams. An idea suddenly hits me. I go to my side of the bed and quietly open the drawer of my nightstand. I open the box and rummage a bit before finding what I’m looking for. I pull out the handcuffs and smile. I rummage around in the box some more until I find the bracelet Pippa and Luna had included. It has a universal handcuff key on it. I lay it on top of the closed box. Just in case.

Moving as quietly as possible, I go to Renzo’s side of the bed, and put the handcuffs behind the metal bed posts, and then I snap them around his wrists. His eyes flick open at the sound of metal clinking against metal and he lunges upward, halted from grabbing me only because of the cuffs. I squeal as I fall on top of him, his emerald eyes burning into mine.

“What the hell is this, putta?” he growls, his wrists straining against the handcuff.

I smile. “I thought we could play a little game.”

His jaw clenched as he surveyed me cautiously. "What kind of game?"

“The kind where you have no control." I run my fingers across his chest. His body was already responding to me, and I’m already wet between my legs.

“I see. You want to be in control, gattina. All you have to do is ask.” He rattles the cuffs. “No need for these.”

“Oh, there’s a need,” I say as I roll off the top of him and get to my feet. I grab a candle from across the room and light it, bringing it back beside the bed. Renzo lays back on the pillow as he watches me. I pull the blankets down so I can see his whole body. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, and his cock is already starting to harden. I pull off his underwear and run my tongue over his cock.

“Baby girl, that feels so good.”

I take the tip of his cock in my mouth, and I can taste his pre-cum. I swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Gattina, take all of me in your mouth,” he demands as he thrusts his hips up pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

I lift away from him. “Not so fast,” I laugh. I lean down and take the tip in my mouth again and when he pushes upward, I release him with a wetpop.

“Gattina, you’re playing with fire. Take me in your mouth. I know you want to. Suck me off.”

I smile and go back to licking the tip of his cock like he’s a damn lollipop. He grinds his teeth but doesn’t move. I slowly lower my head and take more of him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his dick making him groan.

“Mia,” he breathes, “you like to suck my cock? Does it make you wet, kitten?”

I take him deeper still, and he arches his back, slamming his cock down my throat. I immediately rear back. “No. I get to say what happens. You’ll do what I say for a change.”

I get off the bed and admire his naked body in the candlelight. “You’re so fucking hot Renzo.” I run my fingers over his chest and then lean down and take one of his nipples in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard.

Renzo growls, “Gattina, you should be careful teasing me. Revenge is something I always enjoy.”

The thought of what he might do to me makes me shiver. I’m half scared, half turned on but I’m all in on what I’m doing. I pull my dress over my head and drop it on the floor. Renzo follows my every move, his eyes full of hunger. I’m standing in my black lace bra and thong. I begin to rub my breasts, my eyes never leaving his. I squeeze my nipples and move my hips.

Renzo’s eyes turn a shade of deep green, glittering like hard emeralds. The speed of his exhalations increases, and his cock hardens. “Gattina,” his voice is a low growl, “I need to touch you. Now.”

I smirk in the dim candlelight, feeling a surge of power at his plea. “No,” I purr, teasing him by running my fingers over my erect nipples again. I slide my hand down into my thong, finding my throbbing clit and letting out a soft moan. The warmth between my legs intensifies as I take control, reveling in the pleasure of being in charge. I like this almost as much as I love being dominated. Almost.

Reaching around my back, I unclasp my bra, then shimmy the straps from my shoulders. I return to rubbing my breasts. I squeeze my nipples and then rub my hands down over my ass, squeezing that too. “Do you want to touch me, Renzo?”

His voice soft, Renzo says, “I always want to touch you. Come here, gattina. Let me fuck you.” His words send shivers down my spine as I continue to caress myself.

“No. You can wait,” I retort confidently, though inside I am both excited and scared. Going against his wishes like this is exhilarating and only heightens my arousal. With a wide stance, I peel off my thong and resume fingering myself, tracing a path from my slick folds to my breasts and then toward my ass.

“Mia,” his voice takes on a stern edge, “come here and unlock these handcuffs.”

“No,” I reply with a mischievous smile, savoring the thrill of disobedience. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck on them while gazing at his rock-hard erection.”

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