Page 20 of Bound By Sin
Having shared those experiences with Valentino, I came to understand that I was normal and that it just took a little more than the usual vanilla things to get me off during sex.
“What’s your color, Stellina?” he asked as he ran his hands down my chest. Trails of wax covered my collarbone, shoulders, chest, and then down my hips.
The tenderness of his touch was almost unbearable. My lashes fluttered as I let the feeling of his calloused fingers caressing my body overtake me. He kneeled before me, rubbing my legs with his large rough palms, removing some of the small pebbles stuck to my skin. I would have preferred for him to do that with the knife, but I wasn’t in a position to complain.
My skin tingled when he touched me, his warm breath caressing my skin. He was so close to my pussy. The kneejerk reaction was to grab his head and bury his face in my soaked folds, but then, I’d get punished more.
Clenching my fists at my sides, I repeated “no touching” in my head. He must have known where my mind had drifted because his dark chuckle resonated throughout the room.
Motherfucker.
“Color, Stellina.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He ran the tip of his nose up my wet slit, and my knees almost buckled. “You smell so fucking good, but you don’t get the pleasure of my tongue, either, when you’ve been such a bad girl.”
I whimpered. Valentino was a fucking master in the bedroom, and the man could eat pussy like no other. I’d had plenty of partners since we split all those years ago, but none ever measured up to what this man could do to me. I became putty in his hands, and he handled my body like a puppet master.
He rose to his feet. “Sit on the bed and spread your legs so I can see that beautiful pussy all wet for me.”
I walked to the end of the bed, loving the soreness in my body with each step. Like he ordered, I sat on the end of the bed and spread my legs wide. The coolness of the room brushed against my soaked core, along with the arousal coating my inner thighs.
He walked to me and stood only inches away. He pushed down his slacks and briefs just below the curve of his ass, and his beautiful erection jutted forward, level with my mouth. I wanted so bad to stick out my tongue and lick the precum gathered at the mushroomed tip.
“Please, Sir,” I pleaded.
Just the fucking sight of him had me turned on. I wasn’t above begging him to get what I wanted. It had been years since I took him into my mouth, and I missed it. The way he tasted. The way he moaned when he hit the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth until tears leaked down my face and my throat became sore.
I wanted it all.
“Do you think bad little girls get to taste my cock?” he said, taking his hard length in his hand, running his palm up and down his long thick shaft.
More precum beaded at the reddened tip, and I salivated. I was so close; all I had to do was stick my tongue out.
“Please, Sir.” I looked up at him through my lashes, giving him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. “I can be a good girl. Give me just one taste.”
I licked my lips.
“Hmmm,” he moaned as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, continuing to stroke his cock. “Very tempting. I would love nothing more than to feel the warmth of your mouth, but I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson at all. I can see defiance still in your eyes. You get nothing from me until you submit to me wholly, my love. Absolutely nothing.”
He continued to pump his cock, his gaze never wavering from mine. The vein in his neck bulged, his entire frame no longer relaxed as he brought himself closer to orgasm. While Valentino was a beautiful sight to behold, my eyes narrowed on him and the scene in front of me. I had to grit my teeth to avoid cursing him out.
Valentino knew one of the things I absolutely hated was watching him jack off. Some women found it sexy, even arousing. Not me. I found it damn irritating.
One morning, I walked in on him jacking off in the shower. I was absolutely livid, to the point I threatened to cut his dick off and shove it in his mouth. He thought it was fucking hilarious and fucked me senseless for threatening him, but I wanted to be the one to give him pleasure because I was his good girl. His Stellina.
Just like he was the only one who could give me what I needed, I was the only one who could give him what he needed. It pissed me off then, and it pissed me off now. He shouldn’t be getting himself off. I should be the one doing it, and he knew that was one of the ways he could punish me for doing what I did.
“Aww, don’t look at me like that,” he taunted, his hand speeding up along his hard shaft. “This is what happens when you do shit you’re not supposed to. You don’t get Sir’s thick, long cock inside your tight cunt or that heavenly mouth of yours. You don’t get to feel my cum coat the walls of that perfect pussy, and you don’t get to taste Sir’s cum on your tongue.”
I groaned at his dirty words. He was denying me everything I wanted.
He took a step closer. I wanted it so bad. All I had to do was open my mouth and suck him in.
He arched his brow like he read my thoughts. “Do it, and I won’t let you come at all tonight.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to avoid saying anything to the cruel bastard because I knew he’d do exactly what he threatened. Valentino’s arrogance had always been maddening, but in this setting, it was tenfold and pissed me off even more. All I wanted to do was taste him, and all he wanted to do was punish me.
