Page 121 of Rosetti Family New York
I pause for a moment before complying, and ask, “Why?”
His voice is gravel. “Because bad girls need punishment.”
He crosses the room and unbuttons his suit jacket, casting it aside. His eyes never leave me as I carefully step out of my skirt, laying it over the fur and jacket.
My legs feel like jelly, and I have to fight the instinct to cover my body with my hands.
He circles around me, his steps echoing in the quiet room. “There are consequences for your actions, Besiana,” he murmurs into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Unbutton your blouse,” he commands. My fingers tremble slightly as I undo the first button, then the next, until my blouse hangs open. His eyes darken with desire, but there's a hardness to them that sends shivers down my spine. The fabric falls open and then off my shoulders, leaving me in just my lingerie and heels.
Domenico's eyes darken further, like a storm rolling in over the sea. His broad chest rises and falls heavily, his breathing matching mine.
"Bra."
I comply, my heart pounding in my chest and heat pooling low in my belly. His hand brushes against my waist as he steps around me, circling me like a predator. Despite the fear, there’s an undeniable thrill racing through my veins.
He’s behind me now, his breath warm on my neck as he whispers, “Turn around.” I obey, turning slowly to face him.
Then he reaches for the zip of his trousers. I watch stunned as he lowers them, revealing just enough to have my heart skipping beats. “On your knees, Besiana.”
My knees buckle under me and I’m on the cold marble floor before I can comprehend his command.
“What about your family? They could arrive home any minute.”
He puts a finger under my chin and raises it so I am looking into his eyes. “Your only concern right now is doing exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“I understand,” I say.
He rubs the tip of his silken cock over my lips, and I let out a shaky breath. “Do you want to please me, Besiana?”
I do. More than anything. I tip forward to take him in my mouth, but he pushes me back with fingertips on my forehead.
“Answer the question.”
My panties are wet, and the sight of his enormous cock right at my mouth is undoing me, I want nothing more than to taste him, to feel his satiny steel inside me, to press my breasts against his thighs.
“Yes, please, let me…”
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire. I feel the flash of triumph and heat pool even lower in my belly. Domenico's hand pushes gently against the back of my head, guiding me towards him.
I take a deep breath and then, slowly, I take him into my mouth. His hand clenches in my hair at the first touch, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He’s big, bigger than I can comfortably take, but I press my lips together and take him deeper.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing himself further into my mouth. My eyes water as I look up at him through thick lashes, watching his face contort in pleasure. His grip tightens in my hair as he pulls back and then pushes forward again.
"That's it," he grunts out, eyes dark and focused on me. My knees ache on the cold marble floor, but the discomfort and cold are forgotten with the heady taste of Dom’s dick.
His grip tightens when I hollow my cheeks and he lets out a low groan that echoes through the cold marble room.
Suddenly, he's pulling me away and lifting me back to my feet. He leans in, his lips barely brushing against mine. "Go upstairs and wait for me," he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my face.
My legs feel shaky as I gather my clothes and climb the grand staircase, my heels clicking on the marble, my ass swaying in my panties, and the rest of me completely bare.
The master suite is dark and cold, a stark contrast to the fire Domenico has ignited in me. I kick off my shoes, set down my clothes, and slip under the covers, the satin sheets cool against my warm skin.
