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Chains, ropes, straps. The toys.

Our gazes meet, searing and smoldering, and a shiver shoots through me at what I see in her eyes. She's not afraid.

Or rather sheis,but she wants this.

And that desire written clear on her face has me rock-hard, about to burst out of my pants.

Her pulse is throbbing in her neck, her chest heaving her perky, tight breasts as she steps in cautiously. She looks back as I close the door, padlocking it.

“Get ready, Isabella. Tonight, you're going to find out who I really am.”

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ISABELLA

Idrag a finger along the wall of Alessandro’s secret chamber, the curtains shimmering in luscious deep red, black accents keeping the tone dark, subdued. The motif reminds me of Alessandro; his passion, his fury.

In the center of the room, a round, low bed awaits me.

Straps and chains hang from the ceiling, line the perimeter of the bed, along with other tantalizing devices and harnesses I spot lining the walls. The small shelves to the left twinkle with toys, whips, vibrators.

The effect is instantaneous.

My heart is pounding.

Aless’s presence behind me is still tense, but I don’t look back at him, savoring the anticipation and the thrill of fear that tightens my ass and back muscles. Especially when I hear him slough off his clothing and toss it on the floor.

I want him so badly.

I want him to show me what he wants, what he loves.

After spending a week in constant contact, today was misery not being near him, not making love to him. Still. I control my urge to pounce on him, letting him guide this experience.

Seeing his most inner self, this revelation of his fetish, only draws me further into the depths of his sway.

Keeping my gaze forward I stop at the edge of the bed.

“On your knees. Face down,” he rumbles, and I hesitate, testing the limits of this scenario. In a flash, one powerful vise-gripping hand bites the back of my neck, forcing me down.

I grunt in shock, catching myself and arching my back into the bend.

My ass spreads wide, the cool air tingling on my drenched core.

A quiver ripples through my body as he pulls one hand out, binding me at the wrist, then the other. The straps are loose for now, leaving a bit of play for me to move my arms.

Not that I have a chance to do anything but grip the bed as Alessandro plunges into me, huffing out a growling sigh of pure male prowess as he claims me.

We slam together, my fists tugging against my bindings to brace against the onslaught of his pounding, jackhammer pace. He’s relentless and almost vicious right from the start.

There’s nothing sensual about the way he unleashes himself on me, reaching out, taking a fistful of my hair. His other hand whips around, two fingers dragging back the hood of my clit with merciless demand.

The first stinging slap of his palm on my ass is always unexpected, blossoming a new repertoire of sensation and arousal.

Fireworks explode in my head, every nerve in my body awakening. “Mmm, Aless, fuck me!”

I’ve never been pounded like this.

The first chills of an orgasm shudder in my center, a rapid ascension. I realize my mistake a second later as he immediately stops, slipping out of me, leaving me hanging at the precipice of release.

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