Page 39 of Immoral

Adrenaline rushes through me. I release my cock, counting to thirty. I go to the closet, find a black tie, and make my way toward the bed.

Time to make her really submit.

I've blindfolded Cara before. It's not something I do a lot because I want to see her eyes when she's begging me and coming. But there's no better way to make her fully trust me.

Awareness flashes in her blues. A mix of desire and nerves fills them. I don't have to tell her my thoughts. She knows me well.

"That's right, tesoro. I'm in total control. Not you. And I'll do whatever I want with you," I boast. I slide the tie around her head then secure it. I lean into her ear and flick my tongue on her lobe, breathing in the scent of her skin.

She shudders, gasping in tiny breaths.

I drag my finger around her collar. I move her hands above her head then position them on the headboard, commenting, "So many ways to make you submit with this. Hold the bars."

She grips the metal rods. Her lower body squirms, which makes me grin.

I wrap the leash through the headboard then secure her wrists so there's no slack and her head is slightly tilted back. I dip down and run my tongue through her wet heat.

"Oh God!" she cries out.

I kiss her clit then shove her thighs to her chest. She swallows hard and her breath hitches. It's always been one of our favorite positions. I have complete dominance over her this way, and she loves it.

I cage her with my body, glide my arms under her shoulders, and shimmy my cock over her clit.

"Oh Jesus."

"You missed it, tesoro, didn't you?" I mumble then possessively palm her head.

"Yes," she breathes.

I keep moving my shaft over her then rotate between sucking and biting her neck.

Her legs quiver, and her back arches, pressing her breasts into me. She whimpers, "Oh God!"

I move faster, bite harder, then push hard, rubbing my thumb over her bite mark until she comes completely unglued, screaming my name.

When her orgasm subsides, I sink into her, pressing my lips to hers. We both groan into the other's mouth. Her walls clench my shaft, spasming so hard, I start counting so I don't release inside her.

It's a sweet relief. It's been too long since I've had sex, but it was boring even before I went on my hiatus. No one excited me. No one felt right. She was all I thought about and wanted. Yet, I couldn't have her.

Now, I can have her whenever I want.

After tonight, she'll return to showing me how much she wants me like she used to.

Slowly, I give several thrusts, wanting to savor every moment, devouring her mouth like I haven't been kissing her all night.

She mumbles, "Gianni, wait!"

My stomach flips. I pause and ask, "What's wrong?"

"H-how long has it been since Uberto kidnapped me?"

My gut dives. Anger sears through me about what that bastard did to her. Hearing her speak his name while I'm inside her turns my jealousy into flare guns. I seethe, "Three days. Why?"

Her forehead creases with lines. She frets, "I haven't taken my pills. They're at my house."

"Yeah? What's your point?" I ask then resume flicking my tongue in her mouth and thrusting my cock deeper into her.

She gets out between kisses, "I won't have any protection. I could get pregnant."

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