Page 39 of Blackmailed to the Altar

As soon as I relaxed into the bed, Riccardo’s pours returned with a vengeance. I couldn’t hold back the noises escaping me as he used the wax, and the anticipation of being burned had me yelping with surprise each time. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but my mind still expected the sting. Riccardo knew what he was doing. It took a lot of trust to rely on someone like this, something I’d never allowed myself to do before.

Riccardo ripped my blindfold off, and I let my eyes get used to the room. He was completely naked, his dark tattoos standing out against his slightly tanned skin. The earbuds were yankedfrom my ears, and discarded across the room, as he backed away from the bed, drinking me in.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. His chest rose and fell with every heaving breath, his hard pierced cock swaying between his legs, a bead of pre-cum clinging to the tip. His Prince Albert was a dangerous weapon.

I stayed very, very still. Maybe if I stayed like this long enough, he’d give it to me.

“You can move if you need to,” he growled, and with his permission, I stretched myself out. The wax had cooled in many places, and I wanted to peel it off, but Riccardo had other ideas. He pulled my legs out and thrust inside me, biting back a groan of appreciation.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me,” he moaned. His cock throbbed inside me while he gave me a moment to adjust. A few seconds later, he looked down at me with a savage look on his face.

Then, he moved.

“Oh please, Seb,” I panted, shortening his name in the heat of my pleasure.

He paused and flipped me onto my stomach, uncaring if the wax got everywhere or not. He smacked my ass four times in rapid succession.

“What did you call me?” he snarled. His furious breath in my ear caused me to squirm around his dick as he re-entered me.

“Seb,” I cried out. “Please, oh God, please,” I begged him.

I couldn’t make sense of anything, as he thrust in and out. I felt him pull open my cheeks and pop his finger inside, causing me to squeal in surprise. That finger moved in tandem with his cock, his Prince Albert, and I felt that familiar tightening in my stomach. My pussy clenched down on his dick, pleading to be filled, as I rushed toward the precipice of ecstasy.

“Fuck, milk me, little darling. Milk this fucking cock so I can breed you,” Riccardo snarled. His voice was almost inhuman as he lost control. He pounded me into the mattress, and my chest fell flat, but his arm wrapped around my stomach to keep my ass up in the air. I screamed my orgasm, as he howled like a beast behind me.

We both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.

“Riccardo,” I croaked out.

“Yeah, little firecracker?”

“I take back what I said before. That most definitely was supposed to happen.”

I could feel his smile in my hair.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep,” he said.

He got up and left the room, and I just basked in the afterglow. I felt whole. I felt wonderful. I felt like I could fly, or take on the world. Something. Barely any time had passed at all when Riccardo came back with cool drinks. I chugged mine down, loving the flavor. Something blueberry or blue raspberry; I didn’t really care, I just wanted my thirst quenched.

“You want to take a bath?” Riccardo asked me.

I nodded, and he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard a tub running, and then he returned to lift me off the bed.

“I can walk–”

“Your legs will feel like those of a newborn deer, Mya. It’s easier if I just carry you,” he said with a straight face. He sat me on the counter, and I took the opportunity to look around.

It was beautiful. He was filling a large clawfoot tub with water. I giggled when he added some pink bubble bath. By the time I finished laughing, the bath was ready. Riccardo helped me sink down into the bath water, his body following quickly behind.

“Erm, huh?”

“Yeah, little firecracker?” His hands set to work lathering soap against my spine as I stared down at the colorful trails all over my body.

“How am I going to get all this off?” I pointed to the hardened wax, brows furrowed with confusion.

I turned around so I could face him, and Riccardo gulped, and his cheeks turned pink.

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” he rasped, glancing away.

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