Page 30 of The Sicuro

“Thought we could use something other than your belt.” Fuck she has made my dick hard.

“Well, we better test things out then.” I reach into the drawer and pull out a leather restraint that wraps around both her wrists, at the end there is a solid metal clip that will clip onto any of the fixtures around the bed.

“Come here.” I demand, she sits on the edge of the bed and holds out her wrists for me to tie them. Pulling off her tee, freeing her tits, I can see her nipples already hard. She is wearing a lace thong that sits perfectly over her hips, making her curves more prominent. She returns her wrists back in front of her and I put them in the restraint, pulling it tight. I pull her up bringing her chest into mine, controlling her by the restraint I move her to the bottom post, she goes to turn but I pull her hands up and clip the strap to the higher of the fixtures. She’s stood with her back to the post, and arms restrained above her head waiting for me to do as I please with her. I paw at her tits, pinching her nipples making her groan. I remove my clothes leaving just my boxers on, my dick hard and pressing against them. I look back into the drawer and notice a nipple clamp connected by a chain, I grab her nipple pinching it harder.She tilts her head back moaning, I stroke her pussy over her thong, I can feel her wetness through it. As I reach down and grab the nipple clamps, I collect a blindfold at the same time and place it over her eyes. Her breathing deepens, her chest rising and falling presenting her nipples to me.

I take the nipple clamps into each hand, clipping them on each nipple simultaneously, causing her to release a loud moan.

“Kelcie, if you continue to moan like that, I’ll have to gag you.” I tug lightly on the chain causing the clamps to pull on her nipples, her lips open but she takes a deep breath in to stop any noise coming out.

I slip my fingers into her thong rubbing her clit with the tips of my fingers, she bites her lip, breathing through her nose. I push my fingers deep into her, her wet pussy letting them slip in and out causing her to arch her back, I lean down into her neck and run my tongue up it to her ear. I continue to finger fuck her as I move my mouth to her lips, kissing her, she returns the kiss, passionate, hard. I move away, she tries to follow but can’t, her body craving to be touched. I take a toy from the drawer, a dildo, and brush it over her pussy, still protected by her thong, making her gasp. She wants me in her, taking her until she reaches ecstasy, but I’m going to make her wait. I go to my knees, putting the dildo within easy reach, I pull her thong down that’s soaked in her juices. As she steps out of it, I take hold of her arse cheeks to keep her in place, running my tongue all the way up her pussy finishing by lightly suckingon her clit. I continue working her with my tongue and grab the dildo and whilst sucking on her clit, I place it at her entrance and slowly push it in her. She’s unable to remain quiet and moans my name, making my dick pulsate. I work her faster with the dildo until she’s at her peak, removing it before she can come. I stand removing my dick from my boxers pushing them down my legs, stepping forward I align my dick and push into her, making her return to the edge of orgasm quickly, I thrust into her hard, moving my hips back and forth, she explodes around me, her juices dripping around my dick. I don’t stop continuing to fuck her, her body starts to shake, not letting up she remains at her peak and her pussy begins to clench around my cock again, I pull her legs up making me go deeper causing her to scream my name. I unclip the restraint and her arms fall around my neck, I move her to the bed, continuing to thrust deep into her, her whole body shaking. I’m about to come, I lean up and I slam into her one final time, as I come deep inside her I pull the chain on the nipple clamps, ripping them off, she comes again, giving a final groan. Her legs fall from around me, I watch her body as she lays in a state of ecstasy, one higher than she’s ever been in. Fuck I love this woman and her willingness to let me take what I need from her.

I pull out of her covered in her wetness, she lays still blindfolded, and wrists tied, exhausted. I remove the blindfold and restraints, she smiles, her eyes pooled with pleasure. I take her in my arms and walkthrough to the bathroom. She had a large freestanding bath fitted in front of the window, one we could both easily fit in together. I place her down and run it, adding a bath foam. I kiss her before telling her to relax, I go downstairs and prepare some drinks. When I get back, she is in the bath, eyes closed head rested on the edge, her hair clipped up, with some falling around her face. The water and bubbles don’t completely cover her, letting me see her nipples poke through. She isn’t expecting me to get in with her, I brush the side of her face with my knuckles. She opens her eyes, I’m standing naked holding the glasses, I hold one out to her, and as she sits herself up to take it, I step into the bath, her lips curving into a smile.

Nineteen

Kelcie

This bath is better than I could have expected, the way it’s curved allows you to lie down resting your head on the side comfortably. It’s perfect after you’ve just been fucked and had consecutive orgasms that leave your body tingling in pure pleasure. He carried me through after he finished with me, he’s so dominant and yet so gentle and caring. I assumed he was going to finish off some work, but he returned with a glass of wine and a whisky and stepped into the bath, lying across from me, placing my legs over his. It feels as though he’s slowly letting me in, seeing a side of him that I know he doesn’t let others, I like that it’s kept for me. We relax in silence, it’s calming but the thoughts that he wants me to live here, for this to be my home are running through my mind.

I replay the past few months over and how they have turned my world upside down, shaken and completely transformed it. I am lying in a bath with a man who holds a level of power that I have only ever read about, a man that people respect, and look to, but are also scared of. I’ve watched him take another’s lifeyet have never felt so safe. I’ve let him take control of me, my body, and my soul. I want my independence, but I want him more, I want to keep him as much as he wants to keep me. He places his empty glass beside the bath, lifts my leg and rests it on his chest as he slowly massages it, pushing his hand up and down the inside of my leg. The way his touch softens as he goes to my thigh makes my nipples harden and my pussy tingle. He notices my nipples.

“Always ready.” His eyes flicked from mine to my nipples.

“Only for you.”

“Good girl.” The words send the sensation in my nipples through the rest of my body, responding to him regardless that I’m trying to stay in control.

“Kelcie, you need to understand that you are mine, and I am yours. You belong here, with me.”

Weeks go by, and my routine stays unchanged, he usually wakes me up with sex, great sex, has brunch with me before he leaves to go to The Sicuro, and I train, either a run or a gym session. He had more equipment delivered to try and ease my boredom. I told him I was going to have it refurbished and designed better than just having equipment thrown into the garage. He responded was that it’s my home too and can do what I like. By late afternoon the tediousness of repeating the same thing most days was getting too much so I decided to learn how to cook, attempting to have some kind of meal ready when he gothome. The first few attempts resulted in us ordering in, I wouldn’t have fed it to pigs, but I’ve improved somewhat. The day ends as it begins, mind-blowing orgasms and with him pushing me further and further. I got comfortable with the nipple clamps, which he clearly appreciated me ordering, but when he tied me down and clamped it onto my clit and it sent a thrilling shudder through my body, I made a mental note to do more research.

He's been keeping me updated with how everything is at work, a couple of days after the Manor incident, O’Connell rang his man and Anders answered, remaining silent to see if he would talk. After he said ‘Vinny’ three times and no other words Anders simply answered with ‘Nope’ and O’Connell hung up. He thought he may have shown his face by now, but that was almost two months ago. Gabriel still has his men watching everywhere but it hasn’t stopped me getting more fucked off with being trapped here. I thought cooking would help but it’s just made me feel like an old housewife. I’ve told him this and he has assured me that I will be going back to work but not on the bar, and he is looking into more of a staff management role. Every time I ask if he has any more information on it, he doesn’t, but I think he’s just not telling me yet as he knows I will want to start immediately.

Another Saturday rolls around, a day that Gabriel is usually back late so I am sat with wine scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch. As I get frustrated and ready to give in Gabriel walks in. I instinctivelyget him a whisky, he pulls me close and kisses me before taking the seat across from me.

“Dinner tomorrow, we are going out.” His words make my eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean you have O’Connell?”

“Not yet, but I’ve got some extra things in place for safety.” Jumping off my seat, I’m on him, arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands naturally fall to my arse, squeezing it.

“Are you sure?” As excited as I am to be getting out of the house, I know his reasoning for asking me to stay hidden.

“Yes, like I said I’ve got things in place to keep you safe. I will just need you to do as I ask.”

“Nothing unusual then,” the smirk on my face, makes him raise an eyebrow. “Maybe I should start disagreeing with you.” His eyes darken but with lust rather than anger.

“Then maybe I should start punishing you when you do.” My eyes widen again, what more can he do to me, he knows my boundaries, well what I think my boundaries are. He does have a way of pushing me further.

The evening passes, and my mood is lifted by the news of dinner tomorrow. I convinced him to have a bath with me, and he tried to fuck me before it, but I made him wait, he hated it. I love our baths, they relax me, and him, which I love to watch. As much as I have felt trapped these past weeks, I’ve come to realise that I have feelings for him, feelings I can’t articulate or admit to myself. Until now, laying in thisbath, the way he has me pulled into him, between his legs my head on his chest, his hands caressing my body. Fuck, is this what love is?

Getting into bed, I rest my head on his chest, my thoughts going to the fact I’ve admitted to myself that I’m in love with this man, every part of him, even his darker side. Looking up at him, he leans his head down to kiss me, as I return his kiss, I straddle him, leaning up I run my hands down his chest and abs, drinking in every part of him. I feel him harden and push against my arse, I readjust my thighs and shuffle down, letting him rest at the entrance of my pussy, feeling him makes me instantly wet. My hands are resting on his hips, his are gripping my thighs. I lift slightly up, pushing his dick back with my pussy, using my hands to control how much I take, I slowly slip down his shaft, as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. His fingertips dig into my skin, I move up and down, my wetness letting me take him all the way in, his hard length filling every inch of me, it feels like my pussy was made for him. As I move my hips back and forth his hand cup my tits, squeezing them, gently pinching my nipples. The feeling of being on top of him, in control, sends tingles through my body. He moves his hand from my tits, I’m expecting him to flip me over, but he doesn’t. He grabs my neck and pulls me down to him, I continue to move my hips as he threads his fingers into my hair, wrapping it around them pulling it, hard enough to make me moan, but not enough to pull my head back, his other hand holding myarse. His lips caress my neck causing the fire under my skin to ignite, I feel my pussy start to clench as he grips my hair tighter. The sensations running through my body are not like the others, it’s tender and sensual yet just as powerful as when he has me in his control. I can feel it taking over me.

“Don’t come yet.” His words demanding yet adoring. I lean back on my hands, trying to adjust to stop myself from coming, the tension in my pussy not releasing.

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