Page 41 of The Bonventi Rise
There's one thought that keeps running through my mind: I want this—I want him. More than I've ever wanted anything.
"Put your hands behind your back," he commands, and I hesitate for a moment. "Now, Firefly," he growls.
I obey him.
He takes off his tie, and I feel the silky fabric sliding against my skin as he loops it around my wrists, binding me. He pulls it tight, securing my hands behind my back. I try to breakfree gently, and the restraint sends a wave of erotic, vulnerable surrender through me. I feel myself growing even wetter with desire.
In this moment, he's managed to make me want only one thing, more than air itself—him inside me.
"Spread your legs for me. I want to feel all of you," he commands, and I do as if my life depended on it.
His touch sparks against my skin, his finger sliding into my wetness, igniting every nerve.
Ever so slowly, he slides one finger in, gently going in and out. His other hand presses firmly on my back, pinning me down. This, mixed with my bound hands, starts the fire that will consume me whole and shatter my world.
After a few moments, I feel a slight stretch as his second finger slides in. A moan crosses my lips, and he picks up his pace slightly.
"You're so wet for me, Firefly. Are you ready for more?” he asks in a low tone.
I turn back to look at him for the first time since he bent me over. His eyes are full of lust and darkened by the desire he's feeling.
"Yes, sir," I say, and his hands grip my hips, positioning me just right. Then he undoes his pants and I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. I arch, moving what little he's allowing me, to take more of him.
"Tell me you want this," he growls, his voice commanding and low.
"I want it," I whisper, then louder, "I want you, Sir."
He doesn't wait. With one swift motion, he thrusts into me. I gasp, the stretch sharp and perfect. My body takes him in, inch by inch, igniting a blaze that burns through me.
"Oh my God," I cry out, my voice a mix of shock and pleasure.
He groans, pushing deeper until he's fully inside me. I can feel he's large and thick. Then, he pauses for a moment, letting my body adjust to his size, his hands steady on my hips. I've never felt so full, so completely claimed.
"Do you feel that?" he says, leaning over me. "Do you feel how perfectly you fit me?"
"Yes, sir," I manage, my voice wrapped in the newfound pleasure.
He pulls out slightly, then thrusts back in, harder this time. I moan, arching into him, meeting his movements with my own.
His rhythm builds, each thrust more commanding. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me against him with every thrust. I feel his strength, his control, and it sends waves of heat coursing through my body.
He reaches around, sliding his hand between my legs. His fingers find my clit and rub it perfectly.
With each of his movements, he's pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure. The sensation of his body against mine, the scent of him, his heaving breaths and grunts, the taste of his kiss still lingering on my lips—it's overwhelming.
I'm completely at his mercy, bound and helpless, but I've never felt more powerful. Right now, this man, this beautiful, complicated man, is mine. And I am his. Completely his.
He takes a fistful of my hair and tightens his grip, pulling my head back, and I bite my lip to stop from screaming with pleasure. I can now feel him hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars and the world appear a bright white.
I'm close, so close, and then there's a knock at the door, and I freeze, my heart pounding. Marco stills behind me, his chest heaving, and I feel his large cock twitch inside me. He's got one hand gripping my hair, and the other is now holding my bound hands, pinning me to the desk.
"Alina?" It's Sarah's voice, and I swallow hard, my face flushing.
"Just a minute!" I call out, and then I feel Marco's lips against my ear.
"I'm not pulling out of you until I'm done with you. Tell her to leave," he whispers, and I bite my lip and nod.
"Sarah, you can head home," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm just," I pause because Marco starts thrusting into me quietly again, filling me, "I'm going to stay a bit longer."
