Page 38 of Immoral

Gianni

A soft glowilluminates the room. As the candles flicker, the diamonds on Cara's collar sparkle. My tesoro is on her knees, naked, except for the jewels that mark her as mine. Her lush mouth is working my cock better than I ever fantasized about all these years.

My chest heaves. I fist her hair harder, controlling the speed. She takes every part of my shaft as if her throat was meant for only me. It's not an easy thing to do. Most women can't get more than half of me in their mouths. But my tesoro learned in high school how to open the back of her throat.

Pride mixes with my arousal. She's more beautiful than ever, and time hasn't ruined us. We still fit together. It's not something you find with just anyone. The last few years without her made it clear how badly I had screwed up.

She twists her hand over my shaft as her mouth travels up my erection. I grit my teeth and bellow, "Fuuuck."

Her blue eyes dart up, pinning to mine. She doesn't miss a beat and continues working my cock.

Between the sensations she's giving me and the naughty look in her eyes, I'm about to erupt. But I can't have that, so I tug her hair until her mouth is off me.

She smirks, which only makes my heart soar. I love everything about her, but this sassy expression is one I've especially missed. It's challenging and laced with dirty desires. It makes me believe we've gotten past our issues and we can have the life we should have had all these years.

Breathing hard, I take my thumb, wipe the saliva off her lips, and push it into her mouth. She sucks, dragging her tongue over it at the same time.

Christ, I love this woman.

I let her have her fun for a moment before I remove my thumb. I rise and tug on the leash so her head tilts toward the ceiling. Something about standing over her while she's kneeling, bare, except for the collar, riles me further. Her soft, dark hair hits the middle of her back. Her blue eyes widen, and her hard nipples rise toward the ceiling. She's at my mercy in an entirely new way. And the devil within me is celebrating. Whatever I want her to do, I know she will. However I want to take her, I know I can. Everything about those two things invigorates every dominating urge existing within me.

And now she's my possession. No one else will touch her.

For life.

I count to fifty while studying her. Part of me wonders if this is a dream. Will I wake up, and she'll be gone? The other part is a hurricane spinning with all the thoughts about how I want to have her.

Pink fills her cheeks. The longer her blues are fixed on me, the shallower her breaths become. She's a vision of perfection I don't want to ever forget, so I reach for my phone on the table and quickly snap a photo of her.

She pins her eyebrows together. "What—"

"Shh," I order, cutting her off before she can object. It's not the first time I've taken shots of her naked or in compromising positions. I take a few more pictures then toss my phone on the chair. I slide my hands under her armpits and tug her onto her feet. When she's stable, I put my hand on her cheek. "I want to pull those images up whenever I get the urge. And I'm your husband. Even before I was, you know I'd never show them to anyone. Hell, I'd kill any man who ever tried to look at them. You already know this. Or have you forgotten?"

Her face relaxes then she shakes her head. "No. I haven't forgotten."

My lips curl in satisfaction. I lean down and kiss her. When her tongue hits mine, I retreat, commanding, "Go lie on the bed. Face toward the ceiling."

She bites her lip then takes a step.

I reach for her arm. She turns, her eyebrows arched.

"Crawl. Get your ass in the air."

Her pink cheeks flame red. More light bursts in her orbs. I've never told her to crawl before, nor did I have the desire to see it. Now, I'm obsessed with making her do it.

"Move your hair over one shoulder so I can see your collar. Then show your husband how sexy you can crawl," I restate, releasing my hold on her.

She takes a deep breath then lowers her body to the floor. As ordered, she moves her locks over one shoulder. The diamonds seem to sparkle brighter. She lifts her ass high in the air. I fist my cock, rubbing my pre-cum over the tip.

She slowly crawls, pushing her ass toward the ceiling as if she's done it a thousand times.

It's like studying fine art. I praise her. "Absolute perfection, Mrs. Marino."

She pauses near the bed, turns her head, and slowly licks her lips.

"Fucking naughty tease," I compliment, stroking myself slower so I don't ruin the rest of our night. "Now, get on the bed."

Her lips twitch. She climbs on the mattress, keeping her ass toward me, then flips. She widens her knees then slides her hands up and down her thighs. She bats her eyes. "What are you planning on doing to me, Mr. Marino?"

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