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“So… you’ll do this against my will, Dario?”
“No.” He’s deceptively calm, withdrawing his arms to tuck them into his pockets. “I will show you both pleasure and painonly if you politely ask me. Otherwise, I’ll set you free from these cuffs and have someone take you back to your room.”
Do I trust him? Hell no! People like Dario are the last ones I should trust. I should know this because I lived with someone like him for years. Well, not exactly someone like him. My husband would never allow me this choice. He’d never let my body burn for him before claiming or using me. It’s the exact reason why this feels more like freedom than anything else.
“Let me go then.” I look straight at him, wondering if he’ll actually do it, and to my surprise, he does.
“As you wish.” Dario removes one of the cuffs before moving to the next. Just as he reaches to take it off, I pull back. His hands stop midway, a frown etched across his brows. “What are you doing?”
“Wait!” I know this is bad. Totally. But hating Dario and wanting to be fucked by him are two completely different things. “Don’t take off the cuffs just yet.”
His brows draw together. “Come closer so I can take these off, Vittoria.”
“Just… don’t yet.”
Dario grabs my chin in a firm hold, clearly frustrated with me. “Make up your mind, woman!”
Even the way he holds me turns me on. I’m wet just looking at him, but when he grabs me like this, I feel like I might die if he lets me go. “Fine, I want you to show me how it feels to… to give myself to you.”
He’s silent for a moment, then drawls, “Now, ask nicely. I want you to beg for it.”
Holy hell! It’s embarrassing to beg to be teased and fucked by Dario, but I can’t ignore the increasing wetness in my panties. Because, damn, this is so hot. “Please, Dario, please…”
“What?” He smirks, clearly enjoying this; it works for him.
“Teach me both pleasure and pain. Do to me whatever you want. Please.”
Without hesitation, he chains me to the pole, and goosebumps race up my arms. “I want you to come up with a safe word. When you need me to stop, use it, and I’ll stop.”
A safe word? What do I choose? I’ve never been poetic, but this feels like it deserves more thought. I’m still trying to come up with one when he snaps his fingers, a playful yet dangerous smile crinkling at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t have to overthink it, Vittoria. Just give me a word you’re comfortable with.”
“Mercy.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind, and Dario seems pleased with it.
“Mercy,” he repeats with flair. “That’s going to be your safe word. Don’t say it unless you want me to stop and for this to end.”
“Okay.” I swallow hard, waiting for him to make a move.
I feel a tug at my wrists as he jerks the chains binding me to the spot, but I don’t say a word. True, Dario has given me the choice of a safe word, but I know it’s not meant to control the scene. If I say it now—the safe word I’ve chosen—he’ll stop. And Lord knows I don’t want him to stop.
Dario moves around to my side, and I follow his suave movements with my eyes. He lifts what looks like a whip, black and sleek, and returns to stand in front of me. My first thought is that he’s going to hurt me. My second is the realization that I’ve let him chain me to the wall of an underground sex room without a means of escape. Dario seems to read my mind.
“Remember,” he drawls in that goosebump-inducing voice of his, “you have the choice to use your safe word… when it gets too intense for you.”
“Okay. Okay.” I’m not sure why I sound so breathless. Sure, the anticipation is wild, but the warmth spreading around my chest and between my thighs is distinctly new—and alarming.
“Your body makes me want to do dirty things to you. To just turn you around and fuck you against this wall right now. I can tell I’ll slide inside you so easy, fill you to the fucking brim.”
God, his words! Dario shifts closer, and it feels like we’re made of the same skin, one body and one soul. His hands glide over my exposed breasts, teasingly deciding which to suck and which to hold. His tongue sweeps over one swollen nipple, and I gasp. The sound of his deep chuckle ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach, but there’s something about the way he teases me that suggests there’s more to come. I lose myself in the sweetness of his mouth, not realizing what’s about to happen until it’s too late.
The whip lands sharply against my ass. Pain shoots through my body, and I grind my teeth. “Fucking hell!”
He raises the whip and strikes me in the same spot. I writhe under the fierce stings, fully aware that there will be red marks on my skin by the time we’re done. Just as I brace myself for another hit, he stops. Dario falls to his knees and kisses the welts on my skin, drawing me back to the sweet bliss of his mouth.
“Dario…” I whisper.
He hums against my ass, pushing my panties aside, spreading my cheeks and licking me in one long swipe like an animal. My pussy clenches in response. “You smell divine,” he purrs, softly guiding his hand to the insides of my thighs. “I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my mouth until you come. You’ll come on my tongue, won’t you?”
He sucks and nips at my skin from hip bone to hip bone before placing a feather-light kiss on my clit, the cool metal of his chains just barely grazing the hot, sensitive skin as he positions himself between my legs.
