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He drops me and moves away, and I immediately feel the loss, and I almost think he’s gone. I’m left kneeling for an eternity, and then his voice comes from somewhere behind me.
“I’m going to undress you. If you want me to stop at any time, the safe word is freedom.”
“As in the ranch?”
I chuckle softly, and he snaps, “Do not speak unless answering my questions. You haven’t earned the right to question me.”
Fuck, why does that melt me inside? I am seriously fucked in the head.
He sweeps me into his arms, and I gasp as he lowers me onto the bed. “Lie still. I’m taking your clothes off now.”
I say nothing, anticipation high as he slowly peels off every layer on my body, as if stripping away my shame with it. I can’t see him, but he obviously sees the whole of me, and the fact I can’t witness his expression is strangely liberating. It’s as if I’m alone, free and unabandoned, and as his fingers glide over my skin, his thumb applies pressure in certain spots that cause me to moan with desire.
The rustle of his clothes joining mine tells me he has only one thing in mind, and I wonder if I would be a super slut if I opened my legs, desperate to let him in already. I am officially corrupted, and yet I don’t give a fuck. From virgin to super whore on a crash course in depravity.
I squeak as he presses his lips to my clit without warning and drags his tongue down the slit, groaning his appreciation.
“So sweet, so ready for me, princess. I could get used to this.”
I smile, but that is all the reaction he gets, and I’m glad I can’t see him as he prises my swollen skin aside and plunges three fingers deep inside me.
“Oh my God.” I groan as he pumps in and out, curling them inside and as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb presses down softly on my clit, his tongue circling it and lapping up the result.
I physically ache for him. To replace his fingers with his cock that I wish I could hold, kiss and caress as carefully as he is giving me pleasure. I want to make him happy; it’s suddenly the most important thing in my world, and any reservations I may have had about domination are filed away as things to be forgotten.
I’m officially a submissive now—hissubmissive and unlike the pleasure I get in challenging Giorgio and accepting the more loving side of Matteo, I kind of want Tommaso’s cool loving. It empties my mind of anything else, and as I come apart on his fingers, my only regret is it wasn’t his cock.
Chapter Forty-Two
Tommaso
To control is to be controlled. I accepted that a long time ago. This is my therapy. It drives away my helplessness and encourages me to be a better man. My sole aim is her pleasure. In seeing that I get mine. It’s simple, really. A submissive holds all the power in this relationship because I am the servant to her mistress.
Her pleasure is all that matters now, and as she writhes under me, her small moans of desire whip around me like giggling angels. A lot is riding on our time together. It’s up to me to change her mind because we need her way more than she needs us—however, she doesn’t need to know that.
Her orgasm hits like a soft buildup of waves, rippling toward the shore, gaining in momentum until they crash in one explosion of power. I love watching her ride it. She is somewhere else in her mind, somewhere safe, where the demons are uninvited — a safe place for her life.
My cock throbs to join the party. Watching her is all the pleasure I will get today. Tonight may be different, but Taylor is still inexperienced, despite my brother’s attempts. I’m a slow burner, if you like. I prefer to take my time.
There have been many women over the years, but no one special. I have moved between wining and dining my companions before ending the evening in one of the rooms at the hotel, or fucking faceless women in Sodom and Gomorrah, or dominating our flight attendant to quench the boredom on a flight.
My heart has remained guarded—not for hire if you like - until Taylor. Until now, because suddenly I have a purpose, and I will do everything in my power to persuade her to stay. She is life; she is hope; she is sanctuary.
I gently unfasten the belt and slide the blindfold from her eyes, surprising her by kissing her lips softly before rubbing her wrists carefully.
“You are beautiful, Taylor.”
“You make me feel beautiful, Tommaso.” She whispers shyly, “Why didn’t you?”
She hesitates, and a soft blush blooms on her face, and I smile. “Why didn’t I fuck you, princess?”
She nods, almost afraid to look at me. “Because I haven’t earned that right yet.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you are hesitant about staying here. Your mind is between two destinations right now. I will earn the right when you are fully committed to us.”
“I didn’t have you down as a gentleman–” She hesitates and then smiles. “Sir.”
