Page 108 of Captured Fantasy

He sucked my clit and my orgasm hurtled toward me, my back stiffening. Faster than I could react, he drew back and it died away. My God, no, I needed that more than I needed air in my lungs. I kicked out, catching him in the thigh, and he growled.

“Don’t fight me, baby,” he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

“Let me come,” I begged. Tears slipped from my eyes.

He gathered me against him, cradling my face. “No, baby, not yet. I need you to hold it back this one last time. Can you do that for me? Can you do that?”

I swallowed, gasping, the tears flowing one after the other. “Yes, daddy.”

“Green?”

“Green,” I breathed.

He unhooked the rope and flipped me onto my back, my hands tied over my chest. He gathered me in his arms, laying halfway over me. One hand cradled my body and the other slid between my thighs. His eyes were so dark and endlessly deep, like falling through space with nothing to hold onto. His forehead pressed against mine and his fingers began working against my G-spot, stroking my swollen, desperate clit with his thumb.

“Fuck—fuck, make me come, daddy,” I begged.

“Not yet, baby, hold it for me. Okay?”

“Yes—I’m trying. Please, fuck, please.”

He pressed his mouth to my forehead, his touch increasing speed.

“I can’t hold it,” I wailed.

“Hush, baby, yes, you can. Hold it back for me, baby.” His fingers worked inside me. Pushing me relentlessly and cruelly towards an orgasm I wasn’t allowed to reach. His other hand gripped the back of my neck to keep me still.

“Hold…hold,” he breathed without stopping his touch.

My hips were locked and my stomach clenched. My orgasm was a ball of heat and tension inside me, pulsing painfully between my thighs. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood, and the world spun. The only solid thing was his forehead against my temple.

“You fucking beautiful girl,” he breathed. “You fucking beautiful thing. Look at you, such a good girl holding back for me…just keep holding it for me, baby. You’re so perfect for me, Enza, such a good girl.”

My life flashed before my eyes, my whole body drawn taut beneath his fingers. If he didn’t let me orgasm, I was going to faint or throw up or do both at once. I found his gaze in the darkness and held it, his black eyes spinning above me. They were tender and cruel all at once. As I looked into them, I saw him relent.

I saw him grant me leniency.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Come apart for me, Enza.”

I’d never screamed during sex before, but as my orgasm burst, I did. The world slowed and pleasure burst in my pussy, in my hips, all down my thighs to the soles of my feet. There was a distinct wet sound and something gushed from deep inside me. He growled like an animal and slid between my legs, his tongue dragging over me with painful strokes.

For several minutes there was nothing but heat and pleasure and pain and him. Then my orgasm began to slow and ebb like the tide, working its way to completion. My body twitched, my legs convulsing. He moved atop me, undoing my restraints quickly and pulling me into his lap before I realized what was happening. I lay limply against him, my body tingling, but completely satisfied.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

COSIMO

I fucked her hard for the next few hours. And, my God, she just took it. When we were both spent, I showered and returned to find her already asleep. I cleaned her with a warm washcloth and pulled the covers over her, tucking her back against my chest. She mumbled in her sleep, but she had nothing left. She’d given me everything.

When I woke the next day, the sun was streaming through the window, illuminating my empty bed. I pushed upright, walking out to the living room. She was already showered and dressed, her makeup and hair done. I paused to soak in the sight of her, her pretty figure barely covered in a short, white sundress. She wasn’t wearing the collar, but I was fine with that because she wore my engagement ring.

I joined her at the open balcony door. “Morning, Mrs. Russo,” I murmured into her neck, squeezing her ass.

“Cosimo, you’re naked,” she chided. “People will see.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” I pushed up her skirt and ground my cock against her bare thigh.

She moaned, basking in my attention. I was on a fucking high as I went back to the bedroom and pulled on my pants, t-shirt, ran wet hands through my hair, and tied my boots. I was alive, I’d gained Lucien’s respect, I’d eliminated the Federico problem. And most importantly, I had the woman I’d pined over for two years locked down with my ring on her finger. It felt damn good to be me this morning.

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