Page 65 of Captured Fantasy

I wanted to ruin her and perhaps I should have been ashamed. But I wasn’t. I needed to break open this pretty, little thing and see all the darkness I knew was inside her. To play with her until she begged me for all the dirty things I fantasized about.

The bathroom door opened and I froze, stunned. She wore black lingerie and she’d done something to her makeup to make her lids dark and smoky. Her breasts spilled out over her lace bra and I could make out the faint line of her pussy through her thong. There was a garter belt around her waist and I followed the straps down to her lace stockings.

My God.

My cock hardened painfully in my pants and every rational thought left my mind in a rush of desire. I didn’t remember my legs moving, but my hands were on her body. All over her impossibly soft skin and the straps of her lingerie. In her silky hair, drawing her head back until I could taste her mouth.

Hold it together, Cosimo, I told myself. You have all night.

My God, I had all night with her.

It was too good to be true.

Her eyes fixed on mine and her fingers moved up the front of my shirt, resting gently on my chest. The gesture was trusting and it stroked my ego. I lifted her chin and kissed her mouth again. She tasted of mint toothpaste and her lips were soft. The sensation pulled my mind back to when she’d taken me in her mouth and sucked me until I’d come down her throat.

“You look like a fucking bad girl in these clothes, Mrs. Russo,” I whispered against her throat.

“Maybe I want to be.” Her voice was fragile.

“What does that mean?”

She hesitated. “Maybe I want it a little rougher tonight.”

I stroked back her hair, studying her face. She was older than I, but there was such an innocent quality about her and it made me wonder if she’d ever had really dirty sex. The rough, hard kind that would leave both of us gasping for breath and aching the next day.

God, I wanted to give her that experience. I wanted to see her let go and cry out her pleasure and pain.

“How much do you know about…the rougher side of sex?”

“Not much,” she admitted. “Gino just got off inside me and then he was done. Federico’s the same way.”

My stomach tightened and rage swept through my chest. If it would have made a difference, I’d have dug up Gino and killed him again for daring to treat her as disposable. A year ago, I’d have felt guilty for thinking such a thing, but not anymore. Guilt and hesitation were weakness.

She kissed the edge of my jaw softly. “Nothing has ever been like what we did today.”

I lifted her in my arms and she clung to me, her slender fingers gripping my shoulders. She gave a little gasp as I flung her down on her back and crawled atop her, bending to drag my tongue down between her breasts. She smelled like expensive perfume and there was a hint of bitterness at the base of her throat where she’d dabbed it.

“Let’s give you a safeword, Mrs. Russo. How about using the color system. We’ll start with red for if you need out.”

“That makes sense,” she said.

“Yellow if I’m approaching your limit. And green if I check in with you and you’re doing alright,” I said, keeping eye contact so I could see she understood.

She nodded. “Red for stop, yellow for don’t push it, and green for yes, fuck me harder, daddy.”

I laughed, spanking her thigh. “Perfect.”

Her eyes grew serious. “You like it when I call you that?”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, kissing up her neck. She gasped as I sucked her earlobe into my mouth.

I pulled my clothes off and shifted her up on the bed so I could kneel between her legs. “Spread your thighs and keep your legs bent.”

She obeyed, opening up for me like such a good girl. Her panties were a strip of black lace, transparent enough that I could see the damp spot.

“Pull your panties to the side,” I ordered. “Hold them there and don’t move unless I say you can. Understood?”

Her fingers slid down her stomach and peeled the scrap of lace aside. I dropped my eyes to the apex between her thighs. My groin tightened, my cock throbbing inside my shorts. It was so delicate, so vulnerable. I brushed my fingertips over her clit, making her twitch.

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