Page 25 of Taking Over the Dark

Nash, in his gritty tone, says, “Does this make you feel good when I grab these big balls, Sir?” Right on cue, my swing spins me oh so slowly to face the pair, and I’m greeted with Nash rolling Marcello’s balls between his fingers as he sucks and bobs on his pierced cock enthusiastically.

?*The eager nod Marcello gives Nash has the words flying out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Good boy,” I practically purr it to Marcello. His eyes flick up to mine, dilating with desire when they roam down my body and finally land on the toy deep in my cunt, about to pull me over the edge. “You like what you see, fuck face?”

Zamir snorts a laugh, and I’m grinning like a loon to a sheepish-looking Marcello. I love seeing him like this. He’susually so sure of his actions, but when he finally gives into his submissive side and hands the power over to me, allowing himself to be more submissive while in the bedroom… I’m going to be sure to keep doing it.

Before Cello even has the chance to answer, I’m spinning back to the other side to see Zamir’s attention bouncing from me to Nash and Marcello, and he whines to me, “Ellie, I want to come so bad, but you know what’s worse? Only being able to watch you. I need to touch you, hold you, worship you like the fucking goddess you are. Make sure you’re truly okay and really are back to us in one piece. I’ve missed you so fucking much and have never been so scared in my life. I didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you in my arms again.”

At that, I hit the button to up the power on both the suction and vibration, hoping it will pull me over the edge so I can quit worrying about whatever Zamir is talking about. Now is clearly not the time to be discussing this. I need at least one orgasm before I start acknowledging how serious we’re all about to be after this whole kidnapping situation.

My whole body starts to thrum with the need to come. Sweat is slicking my body, and I can feel I’m almost at the peak. Leaning my head back on the swing, closing my eyes, I let my head focus on what it wants.

Pleasure.

The moaning coming from Marcello and the slurping and sucking that Nash is producing is what ends up pushing me over the edge of orgasm. My orgasm washes over me, legs shaking, eyes crossing, barreling to the depths of hell in pleasure.

Exactly what I needed.

Nash pops off Marcello’s cock right before he’s about to come. Nash stands up and looms over a dazed Marcello. He needs to come so bad, but I think Nash wants him to suffer evenmore than I do. That secret he was carrying around for Marcello was eating him alive.

I watch as Nash furiously pumps his cock up and down, and before I know it, he’s moaning and coming, shooting his load all over Marcello’s stomach and chest.

That shouldn’t be as hot as it is…

Slowly, I sit up, throwing the toy on the swing to walk over to a fuming Marcello, and release him out of his ball gag. Marcello’s body is bare; he’s rigid again, looking like he could strangle any one of us right now. But I still shamesley use it to my advantage, letting my eyes roam his beautiful body. My eyes stop right above his cock at a horizontal tattoo I’ve never noticed. I move closer and run my finger over it.

It’s new.

It’s the same name my stalker called me.

My stalker turned psycho boyfriend.

There’s nothing but pride and joy radiating from him.

This fucking man has no shame.

Not a fucking ounce.

“What is this?!”

“I belong to you. You’re myRagazza Dolce.This body of mine is yours, but this cock isdefinitelyyours… even if your other boyfriends like to suck it dry.” The smirk on this fuckers lips makes me shake the ball gag in his face. He has enough sense to school his features.

Good, he doesn’t like the ball gag.

* SEX & THE CITY (with VOILÀ) - PLVTINUM, VOILÀ

* Double Fantasy (with Future) - The Weeknd, Future

NINETEEN

ZAMIR

I’m rubbing my red, already bruising wrists while smiling to myself. I love carrying around marks from my partners… even if people won’t be able to see them super well under all my tattoos. I know they’re there, and that’s all that matters.

?*I haven’t been tied up like that since the last time I was in Sin’s, a few years back. It was my rookie year, and let’s just say that year was one for the books. We’re packing up, about to load up into Vin’s SUV when I hear Ellie yelling at Marcello, “You should have fucking told me it was you stalking me, Barone!”

He counters back, “But you get off on the idea of a stalker… I didn’t want to ruin your fantasy.”

She bucks her head at him, and I swear to god I see Marcello flinch.

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