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Through the storm of my roaring release I hear Alessandro yelling my name over and over, pumping me full to overflowing as he unburdens himself, gushing inside me.

We collapse, my vision darkening to unconsciousness, my body and mind spent. My heart full.

Only one thing could end me completely.

And I hear him whisper it in my ear as I fade.

“I love you too, Isabella.”

18

ALESSANDRO

The leather strap of the whip switches across my back again in a vibrant line of pain. I love every second of it.

I don't for a moment regret giving her freedom, setting her loose on me. She's warming up to all of this so well, too well.

A smile starts curling across my lip until she cracks it again.

I haven't let her tie me up yet.

I’ve never let anyone take total control of me.

Additionally, I keep her on a tight leash, cuffed and collared while she inflicts sweet pain on me. I reply to her whip crack with a sharp tug of her chain, pulling her head back to bite down hard on her neck.

We're locked at the waist and I'm boring into her, grappling and each doing our best to make the other submit. Isabella keeps aggressively slamming down, clinching my length in her velvet embrace.

She’s trying to force me to come.

But control is my game. And I’m not ready to give in yet.

There's something new I want to try.

We've been at this for days. Since that first night, two more have passed much the same way. Adriano gets drunk and passes out and we go into our private chamber, into this heavenly dream state where we please and inflict pain on each other until we can't stand it anymore and either fuck one another senseless, or make deep, passionate love, with much the same result.

We’re already in the throes of pure abandon, losing all sense of time, tonight.

Isabella’s heading toward another climax when I flip her onto her back, tearing the whip from her hand and flinging it across the room.

I never pull out as I do it, crashing deeper into her hips with the motion.

Before she can get a hold of my waist with her legs again, I escape, leaving her stranded, her hands gripping the leather straps that loop around her wrists and up to the ceiling, allowing her a fair amount of freedom, but keeping her confined to the circular bed.

From the far corner of the room, I retrieve the object that I’ve been saving for a special occasion: a padded saddle horse, bedecked with its own set of harnesses and manacles.

That familiar hesitance shadows Isabella’s eyes.

“Finally going to let me tie you up for a change?” she purrs.

“You’ll have to earn that privilege.”

“And how will I earn it?”

“You’re about to find out.”

The second I release her from her binding, she’s lunging for me, then darting away, staying out of my reach. We play a teasing game of tag, until I manage to snag the rope harness I bound her in earlier, tripping her up and bending her over the saddle horse.

She immediately becomes pliant, rolling her hips and bobbing her ass for me.

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