Page 49 of Tainted Obsession 1
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you again.”
He positions himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide. His face is so close to my heated pussy; I feel each of his warm breaths on my desire-slicked skin. My clit pulses madly, but he doesn’t touch me where I need it most. He studies my most intimate area as though it’s a priceless work of art, a treasure to be coveted.
“What a pretty pussy,” he purrs, the praise vibrating over my swollen folds. “And it’s all mine.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, as though I can hide from the intensity of his lustful gaze. I instinctively try to cover myself, but he pins my wrists to my sides.
Instead of inciting panic, the sense of complete helplessness to resist him only stokes my lust. There’s no room for modesty with Massimo. He won’t allow anything to separate us, not even social decorum. His deviance frees me in a way I’ve never known, and I become a being of pure carnal desire.
“I want to tie you up,” he says, fingers tightening to shackles around my wrists.
“What?” I ask, a hint of fear stirring at the back of my mind. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not going to try to run away.”
He shoots me a crooked grin that makes my heart skip a beat, and my budding fear melts away.
“I know you’re not,farfallina.You’re being very good for me. But I want to bind you. I want you at my mercy, so I can play with you however I desire. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you love every second in my ropes.”
“Oh,” I breathe, shocked by his dirty promises. The filthy things he says are perverse, deviant.
And I’ve never been more turned on.
I’m not entirely naïve; I know some people enjoy kinky sex, but I’ve never thought I’m one of them. I’ve never thought much of sex at all, really. It’s just something I did in my relationship, away to keep George happy. I’ve never really understood what all the fuss is about.
Until now. Until Massimo.
The rope winds around my wrists in a slightly rough caress. I don’t resist as he binds me to the bedposts, my arms stretched above my head. I simply watch the smooth, practiced way he handles the rope and the shape of his huge, masculine hands that tie it so deftly.
When my arms are secured, he takes a moment to stare down at me, as though I’m a fascinating creature, something strange and ethereal. Painfully perfect to look upon.
“Look at me while I make you come,” he orders.
He keeps me locked in his gaze as he licks me in a long, lewd lave of his tongue. He groans and begins feasting on me like he’s starving for me. Like he’s a man possessed by the singular need to learn every caress and flick that makes me moan.
I twist against my restraints, and the reminder of my helplessness to resist him only heightens my pleasure. I’ve never been more vulnerable, but I’ve never felt more secure.
The dichotomy goes straight to my head, making me drunk on our connection. I surrender on a shuddering sigh, losing myself in the sweetest ecstasy I’ve ever known.
“Massimo. Massimo. Massimo…” I begin panting his name in a litany, like a prayer.
“That’s it,” he urges, stroking me to a frenzy. “Scream my name,dolcezza.”
He sucks on my clit, and I have no choice but to obey. His name is ripped from somewhere deep in my chest, a visceral release. Pleasure explodes through my body, igniting at my core and rushing out in a shockwave to my fingers and toes. I writhe, completely lost in bliss. His fingers dig into my thighs, pinning me in place as he continues to feast on me.
My clit is so sensitive, the pleasure morphing into pain that’s almost unbearable. I whine and try to wriggle away from his mouth.
Fresh pain blooms on my inner thigh; he’s captured me in another wicked bite. This time, it’s a punishment for trying to evade him.
I cry out, but the pain is over. He kisses the mark and returns his attention to my pussy.
“I’m not finished,” he growls, then settles back between my legs.
I fall out of time, and I’m not sure how long the sweet torment continues. I lose track of my orgasms. When my throat is hoarse from screaming his name, and all I can do is whimper and give him every last drop of my pleasure, he finally relents.
He looms over me, the world a bliss-filled haze around him. All I can focus on are his stunning eyes and the masculine perfection of his beautiful face. I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and my gaze lowers to his impressive erection. He fists his thick cock, hissing his own pleasure as he touches himself.
I jerk weakly against my restraints, wanting to touch him the way he touched me.
His palm presses down on my belly, just above my pussy. “Stay still,farfallina.I’m going to mark you.”
