He does nothing for a while. Every minute that passes is torture. I do everything I can not to move, keeping my focus on the tan blanket.
Anticipation crackles around me, intensifying until my chest is rising and falling faster, and a drop of my arousal drips down my thigh.
He finally moves. I hear him but stay still, not daring to move. He drags his finger over my ass crack then up my spine.
My pussy pulses, and I shudder. A whimper flies out of my mouth.
He traces the collar. Tingles race over my skin. He sniffs hard, sits back in the chair, then commands, "Turn and look at me."
I stay on my knees and face him.
He widens his legs then curls his finger.
I move closer until I'm between his legs. He grabs the leash, winds it around his fist until there is no slack left, then tugs it so my face is hovering over his pant-covered cock. He demands, "How much have you missed my body, Cara? And no more lies. I want the truth. How much?"
Something about being under his control doesn't allow me to keep my walls up. I confess, "Too much to put into words."
He tilts my chin. A tornado spins in his dark orbs, like a storm out of control. I gasp, knowing he's in a spot I've not seen him before and aware our situation has done this to him.
"And me? You've missed me, admit it."
"You know I have," I say without being able to stop myself.
He licks his lips and orders, "Stand."
My knees shake, but I obey. He slides forward in the chair, tugs me until my lower body is near his face, and takes a dozen long inhales.
Something about it makes me lock my hands in his hair. My entire body quivers and pulses. He continues to breathe me in, and I whisper, "Oh God."
He tilts his head up. A cocky smile plays on his lips. While staring at me, he shoves his tongue through my slit.
"Gianni!" I cry out, my knees buckling.
His palms grab my ass cheeks before I fall. They push me closer to his face, and his tongue becomes a snake flicking through me. Fast, then slow, then fast again.
Tremors rack my body. He slides off the chair and repositions me so my knees are on the seat.
"Grab the back and ride my face and show me how much you've missed me," he barks.
The power he always has over me bursts into flames. I fall forward, obeying his orders, submitting to everything Gianni.
In an instant, all the years of pain get tossed aside and pushed out of my thoughts. The cravings we've both had get acted upon. I ride his face as his grunts fill the air. He slaps my ass, and I come so hard I arch in the air.
He continues eating me out, and it's everything I remember from before and nothing like I recall. He's relentless, showing me no mercy, making me come so many times my head is spinning. Sweat rolls off me, and I dig my nails deep into the back of the chair.
Unlike at dinner, I'm not trying to muffle my sounds. I'm on a constant cycle of pleading with him to keep me full of adrenaline and begging him to back off. My voice goes hoarse from my cries. My pussy's so sensitive, every move he makes is pure pleasure. He keeps me so high, I can't seem to get past the dizziness.
When he finally comes up for air, he rewraps the leash around his fist, slides that hand in my hair, and tugs my head back. He breathes hard, wipes his face on his bicep, then leans down and bites my neck.
"Oh God! Yes!" I scream, not realizing how much I missed all the ways he knows how to dominate my body.
He holds his head over mine, pinning his cold gaze on my eyes. "You still want to use your wild card how you intended to use it?"
I open my mouth to say no then snap it shut. I swallow hard, not sure how to answer.
But instead of getting upset, he smiles. The longer I don't answer, the wider his grin becomes. He finally states, "Glad you want to play, tesoro." He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips then releases my head. He brings his lips to my ear and murmurs, "Game fucking on, gorgeous. I'll fuck you until you can't walk if you want to play hardball. But at some point, you will give me a no. Now, give your pussy a break, sit in the chair like the good wife you are, and suck my dick like only you know how."
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