Page 54 of Captured Fantasy

“Please fuck me,” I whispered.

His eyes narrowed over that harsh, aquiline nose and his mouth thinned. He reached down and the seat slid all the way back and he unfurled his long legs. Parting his knees. I shifted back, eager to take him in my mouth.

But he stopped me.

“No, not this time,” he said, leaning forward. He tilted my chin up. “You weren’t very good earlier so you don’t deserve that today, baby.”

“Please, Cosimo,” I begged, not caring how I looked. On my knees, my makeup smeared, begging for him.

He shook his head. “The only way I’ll let you suck me off is if you put your wet pussy on my boot and grind yourself on it until you orgasm.”

My nipples hardened painfully. He noticed and he tugged down the straps of my dress, baring my breasts. Shaking with arousal, I looked down at his boots. They were similar to dress shoes so they had a smooth top and they were clearly new. My pussy gave a slow throb.

“Go on, ride my boot until you make yourself come, Mrs. Russo,” he said softly. “You know you want to, you get off on shit like this.”

He was right, I did. Whenever I’d watched porn, it was almost always this kind. I needed to be small, to be humiliated. To be shamed and praised deliciously and sweetly as he coaxed me to orgasm. I looked up at his dark gaze and I found that, despite the last few months, I trusted him.

He shifted, putting one boot flat on the ground. My face burning and my body crying for release, I knelt on either side of it. His lips parted as my soaked pussy contacted the top of his expensive shoe, the leather cool against my fevered skin.

“Make yourself come like my good, little girl,” he said.

I shifted my hips the way I might if I were straddling him during sex. My clit dragged across the smooth leather and pleasure surged deep in my hips. I was so close already, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to finish.

The silence was loud, broken only by our heavy breathing. On my knees before him, his legs spread and his dark eyes glittering, I pleasured myself against his boot. With every stroke, my wet arousal gathered, allowing my pussy to slide easily back and forth. Pleasure began building and I bit my lip, whimpering under my breath.

I reached for his leg to steady myself, but he shook his head.

“Hands behind your back,” he said.

I obeyed, so close my thighs shook. He was entranced. His cock was a hard ridge beneath the front of his pants and sweat trickled down his neck and soaked his shirt.

I came with a desperate wail, grinding out my orgasm against the top of his boot. He leaned in, cupping my face with his hand, and I met his gaze as my orgasm ebbed.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he coaxed. “Show me how you get off on being treated like my little whore.”

I nodded desperately as my orgasm wound down. Then I released a shuddering sigh and he pulled me onto his lap once more. We both looked to the floor, to his boot. Soaked with my arousal. I looked back at him, so close and hot against my body.

“Let me suck you off, Cosimo,” I said.

He nodded once and I slid back down, my hands shaking as I undid his pants. His cock sprang out, hard and glittering at the tip. I grasped it, pushing it all the way to the back of my throat. He swore loudly and his fingers closed in my hair, pressing my face into his lap. I swallowed and, for the first time, took him into my throat.

I heard his breath catch and he groaned, his thighs stiffening.

“Jesus Christ, Mrs. Russo, how the fuck are you doing that?” he breathed.

Practically glowing at his praise, I relaxed my throat all the way and began fucking my mouth on his cock. Hard and rough the way men liked it sometimes. I’d always hated this with Gino and Federico, but with Cosimo, it felt like a privilege. He had tapped into a part of me I hadn’t known had existed, he had set me free for one perfect moment, and I wanted to worship him for it.

Because, for the first time in my life, the cock in my mouth actually felt like a gift.

He came and I swallowed, grateful for his release. He watched me as I tucked his cock away and fastened his pants. We were both quiet as I sat down beside him and put my seat belt on. My makeup was smeared beneath my eyes and I wiped it away and combed my fingers through my hair.

He drove us back and parked on the far side of the lot. We sat there in silence for several minutes and then he took me by the nape of the neck. His mouth was hard and desperate as he kissed me. I knew he tasted himself on my tongue, he had to, but he didn’t seem to care. We were both so breathless, so intoxicated with each other.

“I don’t give a fuck if Lucien forbids me from seeing you, I’m not staying away this time, Enza,” he said.

I swallowed. “I know.”

He was a hot, destructive force and his confidence frightened me. When I’d recklessly gotten myself entangled with Federico and Lucien, I hadn’t considered that it might pit some of the outfit’s most powerful men against each other. Adding Cosimo to the mess would only make things volatile. I had to tell him the truth before he decided if he was going to pursue me.

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