Page 61 of Forbidden Fruit

I stick my tongue out and let Lino glide the digit on it. His groan is music to my ear and I grin at him, beaming at having him unravel for me.

With assured hands, he glides the zipper of my dress down to where it hangs just above my ass and lets it fall to my feet where I step out of it. He takes his fill as I stand in only a bra. I did not think this through.

I realise I’ve never been fully naked in front of him and gulp. I’m light-headed and my arms itch to cover myself, but before I can move, Lino caresses my arms with the back of his fingers, tracing my entire body like I’m a work of art. “Your body is a masterpiece,zitella,”he says and I preen under his praise. “I could watch it forever.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” I say, impatient and strung tight. My thighs stick together with a mix of arousal and his cum from earlier. It makes me feel dirty and needy all over again. “I really want you to touch me.”

“Patience,zitella.” He grins.

Then, Lino drops his lips to my neck and I tilt my head back to give him better access. His tongue drags on the column of my throat and I whimper, my own hands lifting to touch him, to anchor me as my body wants to soar.

Lino keeps kissing my neck, my jaw, my collarbone as his hands caress my breasts above the lace and pinch my nipples. I cry out. “Yes! Oh, please.”

“You beg so beautifully.”

He eases the sting with a soft back and forth motion before taking hold of my tits in his hands. They feel heavy and needy, just as much as my clit. I come up to the balls of my feet just to get more friction, moreanything. Just something so I don’t lose my mind to this need.

Tenderly, Lino unclasps my bra and I whine in frustration. He whispers in my ear, his voice travelling across my skin likea luxurious perfume, “You’ll get it rough once I have you at my mercy,zitella. Enjoy my softness while you can. It won’t last.”

“I want it rough,now.” I don’t recognise my voice, desperation making me feel untethered and raw. Yet. I love it all the same.

“Trust Daddy to give you what you need,” he rasps while dragging a finger over my covered pussy while pinching a nipple again and twisting. The duality of pleasure and pain rewires my brain, need pooling at my core and my throat growing hoarse as I cry out.

I pant and mewl, but sigh in relief when Lino drops down and removes my panties. He’s toying with me, and I’m not sure I can take more of this brand of torture.

He takes my ankle into his hand and positions my foot on a thick thigh, removing my shoes slowly, while his fingers stroke my calves, then make their ascent to my inner thighs. Lino takes a deep inhale against my core before his tongue swipes through my slit in a lingering touch that has me suck in a breath.

His laughter against my clit sends reverberating shivers up my spine, but he takes hold of my ass before I can make an escape, overcome with contradicting sensations. My pussy is pulsating with the need to be filled, I want nothing more than his tongue on my clit but his touch feels like too much. I’m a mess of conflicting sensations and I don’t want this to end.

“Get on your knees, like you did before,zitella.I promise I’ll fuck you to within an inch of your life.” He punctuates his words with two fingers in my cunt and smiles at me with delight when I moan loudly, eating the sound from my mouth in a kiss that erases everything I’ve ever experienced before him.

He removes his fingers from inside me and I obey.

“You’re so incandescent, Vanessa. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” His fingers on my cheeks are reverent. “Your submission is a gift I don’t take lightly,” he says, then kisses mylips in a brief kiss. He places a cushion under my knees, then he reaches for ropes from his bedside table. His hands come back to my body to tie my legs.

Once again, he binds my thighs to my calves and spreads me open.

“Hands behind your back,” he commands, and I obey mindlessly, letting the softness of his orders lull me to a place where I’m only sensation and desire.

With a firm hand on my back, he bends me forward until my cheek makes contact with the floor and I whimper at how exposed I feel.

“Fuck, baby, such a pretty pussy. It’s weeping just for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

I expect him to touch me, to put his mouth on me, but he continues his methodical binding, linking the ropes at my chest and at my legs together until I’m bent over and can’t move. Lino soothes me with a sharp tug on my hair, then a massage, a few times over.

“I’ve tied you in a way that makes it safe for you to be suspended. If you want this to stop, you say ‘red’. Do you understand,zitella? Use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll say red if I want to stop.”

“Such a good, obedient girl for Daddy. Do you want your reward now for being so patient?” he asks, voice like sin. The promise makes my toes curl and I nod, then tell him how much I want it.

Lino disappears from view, but I can hear him shuffle around.

“Daddy?” I ask, uncertain and a little anxious about what comes next.

Minutes later, my body lifts off the floor, and Lino’s face comes back into my line of sight. His hands caresses my skin allover as he reassures me that he’s here not only through sight but also touch and sound.

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