Her eyes were wide and disappointed as I pulled her onto my lap, brushing her hair back. Her ass was so hot, almost burning beneath my hand.
“Do you know what a sub is?” I asked.
She hesitated and nodded. “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“You’ve submitted to me beautifully so far, Enza, but I’d like to take it a step further now that you’re mine,” I said. “Is that dynamic something you would be comfortable with during sex? That would interest you?”
I’d expected her to think about it or ask more questions, but she promptly nodded.
“The idea isn’t something I knew I wanted, but then you brought me back here and we played a bit together and everything just kind of…clicked. That was when I realized what you liked even if you never said it outright.”
She impressed me. But then she always had.
“I’m not the most experienced, just so you’re aware,” I admitted. “I’ve only had one sub before for about a year and she had more experience so I learned a lot from her. But other than that, it’s just been casual play.”
Her eyes fixed on me, wide and trusting. “This is something we can figure out together.”
“I don’t want it all the time. I need to lay that out there right now,” I said. “I like playing with the dynamic in the bedroom, sometimes over a day or two. But I need it to end at some point.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
I stroked back her hair. “I like your submission. It’s a gift. But I also like your spirit, your passion, your anger. You push me and make me a better man. I don’t want that fire to get lost just because I enjoy being dominate with you.”
She swallowed, her lashes wet. “Yes, daddy.”
I bent, kissing her mouth. “God, Enza, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“You like inflicting pain,” she mused when I drew back.
“More than inflicting pain, I like withholding pleasure,” I said, curious where she was going with this. “But yes, both are good.”
“Withholding pleasure?”
“Denying your orgasm,” I said. “I never wanted to do it with you because you’d been denied pleasure for so long I thought you just needed fucked and pleasured until you’d had your fill of it.”
She sat up, kneeling before me, her hands still in the loose restraints. “I want that tonight.”
“I don’t know, baby, it can be very emotional.”
Her gaze was direct, her eyes smoldering a dark purple. “If you can give it to me, I can take it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LORENZA
I never wanted anything or anyone in my life more than I wanted Cosimo right now. He leaned forward, touching my chin and his thumb dragged over my lower lip. Raw and stinging from how I’d bitten it when he’d spanked me. The image of him facing off with Rico, risking his life to have me, was burned into my mind.
I was wet from it.
There was something primal in me that knew I’d met my match. That the man in front of me had fought his way to the top of the ladder so he could claim me. He’d passed some kind of primaeval test and my body responded to him with an inferno of desperate need.
I belonged to him.
He’d fought for me and he deserved the spoils of war.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me, Cosimo,” I whispered.
His hesitation crumbled and he rose, standing over the bed. There was nothing in his gaze but dark, burning heat. His tattooed chest rose and fell with hard breaths and a vein pulsed in his temple.