Page 12 of Cruel Heir

“I’m almost impressed.” I reach for my cufflinks, slipping them free. “You’re naked inmybed, your bodyminefor me to plunder however I like, as soon as I choose, the spoils of this first victory. And yet you’ve still somehow found the tenacity to talk back to me.” I set the cufflinks aside, reaching for the top button of my shirt. “I think you might deserve a reward,principessa. For making the night more interesting, if nothing else.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Her voice cracks, but she manages to lift her chin, her hands pressed flat against the sheet on either side of her. Her thighs are pressed tightly together, but it does nothing to detract from the view in front of me.

“You’ll want this.” I start to undo the shirt, and I see her gaze flick down despite herself. A smirk spreads over my face as I see her unwittingly watching me undress, her eyes skating over the fine blond hair on my chest, the tattoos inked across my pectorals and curving over my ribs. I imagine, for a moment, her fingers tracing over my skin, and my cock throbs with a desire that I hadn’t thought to have.

I don’t care if she touches me,I tell myself, shrugging out of the shirt and letting it drop to the floor.I’m the one touching her. Taking her. Her desires have no part in this.

I slide my belt out of the loops, not missing the way she flinches at the sound of leather sliding through the fabric. Her gaze flicks to my zipper, and I see the way she tenses in anticipation of me undoing my pants—but out of fear, not desire.

I’m going to change that.

Slowly, I move onto the bed, my hands gripping her ankles lightly. I feel her instantly flinch back, and I slide them up her calves slowly, pressing outwards when I reach her knees. “Open your legs,principessa,” I murmur, my fingers pushing into the soft flesh just above. “There’s no point in fighting this. Iwillhave you before tonight is over. Just give in, and it will be easier.”

As I speak, I stroke the soft skin of her legs, and I feel the shiver that goes through her. Her legs come apart just a sliver, almost as ifshe didn’t mean for them to, and I take full advantage of it as I open them wider, parting her for me.

The first sight of her soft, pink slit as her folds part makes my cock throb with a need that’s close to pain. I slide my hands up her inner thighs, opening her further, and when I look up, I see that her eyes are squeezed tightly shut again. I slap the inside of her thigh lightly, just enough to sting, and I hear her whimper.

“Eyes on me,dolcezza,” I murmur, my voice low and rasping. “I want you to watch what I do to you.”

“No,please—” she whispers, but her eyes open anyway, wet and blue, as she looks helplessly down at me as I spread her wide. Her folds are pink and flushed, framed with the dark curls that I plan to do away with sooner rather than later, but for tonight, I wanted her fresh and untouched. I wanted all of her just as one of those other undeservingmafiososwould have had her.

Her cheeks flush as she sees me looking at her, stained with embarrassment, and I laugh low in my throat. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Lucia,” I murmur, sliding my hands to the very crease of her thighs as I hold her legs open. “You’re my wife. It’s perfectly natural for me to look at this sweet pussy whenever I please.” I reach up with one hand, spreading her folds as I reach up to hover the tip of my middle finger over her clit. “So small and tender. But it can bring you so much pleasure if you allow it. Have you ever touched yourself here?” I brush my fingertip over her soft clit as I speak, and Lucia’s entire body jerks, her mouth falling open at the sudden sensation.

“No!” She cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her hips arching up into my touch despite herself. “No,” she breathes, trembling, looking at me with welling blue eyes. “I’ve never touched myself. Please—just get it over with. Don’t—”

I laugh again at that, low and promising, as I move closer, stroking her clit with my middle finger again. I can feel it starting to swell and stiffen just from that faint touch, as much proof that she’s telling me the truth as I could ever need. The delicious knowledge that she’s so innocent that she’s never even touchedherselfripples through me,and I reach down with my other hand, undoing the front of my suit trousers. My cock is aching, too stiff to bear being trapped any longer, and it slaps against my abdomen as I release it, pre-cum sliding down the shaft. It takes everything in me not to flatten against the bed and grind against the sheet for a moment’s pleasure; the ache is so intense. I want to drive myself into her, to feel her hot and tight around me—

She’s not wet. You’d hurt her.

It’s the only thing holding me back, the knowledge that I would hurt her terribly if I fucked her now the way I want to. I slide forward, still lightly tapping her clit with my finger, and I feel the way she flinches and trembles as her clit swells beneath the touch, her thigh muscles tensing as I start to circle it instead.

“Perfect,” I breathe as she arches up into my touch. “It’s just a matter of finding the right spot. With my fingers, or—”

The cry that Lucia lets out when I drag my tongue over her clit is worth every moment of waiting. Ifeelher resistance to the sudden pleasure, hear the sobbing moan that follows as I lick her in long, wet strokes of my tongue that leaves her gasping, and the satisfaction that floods me is enough to make my cock throb with a warning pleasure that makes me reach down and squeeze the base hard before I lose my cum too soon.

“Please,” she gasps out, and I know that she no longer knows if she’s begging me to stop or keep going.

I hadn’t thought of breaking her with pleasure instead of pain. But this first step is better than I could have imagined.

“Didn’t you ever dream of some handsome man doing this to you?” I mock, pulling back a little so I can enjoy the view of her newly aroused pussy in front of me. Her folds are swollen now, too, flushed and reddened around her engorged clit, and I see arousal trickling from her entrance. She’s nearly wet enough for me, and the thought makes my cock twitch with excitement. “Licking you to your first orgasm?” I smack her thigh again when I see that her eyes are closed. “Eyes open,principessa. Don’t make me tell you again. I want you watching me when I make you come.”

“I never thought—I didn’t know about—” She gasps, hardly able to speak as I flutter my tongue over her clit again. “Oh,god—”

The moan that she lets out is a strangled sound in her throat, her hips arching as I curl my tongue around her clit, lips brushing over it as I lap up the sweet taste of her. I hadn’t planned to do this, but now I find that she tastes so good that I’m already thinking of the next time that I might spread her open and force an orgasm from her. I could have her anywhere in the house that I please, anytime that I wish.

I slide my fingers between her folds, teasing her entrance, feeling how wet she is now. “I might order you to never wear panties again,principessa,” I murmur, fluttering my tongue over her clit again. “So I can eat your pussy and make you come on my tongue anytime I please. Would you like that? Being ordered to bend over where you stand to come on my face?”

“I won’t—” She lets out another shuddering moan, undoing whatever protest she had been about to make. “I’m not going to—”

“Oh yes, you are,” I murmur against her swollen flesh, and then I press my lips around her clit, and suck.

The shriek that she lets out fills the room, her hips bucking against my mouth as her fingers claw into the blankets. I’ve never felt a woman come like this before, as if her entire body is being unraveled at the seams, her legs finally falling open of her own accord. Her arousal gushes over my tongue, her pussy finally as soaked as I need it to be for my cock, and I suck at her clit harder as Lucia’s back arches; she grinds against my tongue, all of her embarrassment lost in this first experience of a pleasure that she didn’t know was possible.

I feel pre-cum dripping down my cock as it throbs, the satisfaction of my victory almost enough to send me over the edge. I lick her clit once more, swirling my tongue around the pulsing flesh, and laugh as I hear her moan.

“You can say you’re not mine all you want,” I murmur, giving her one more lick before I rise up on my knees between her thighs. I see her gaze shift to my stiff, dripping cock, pressed to my belly, and theglazed fear in them as I push my trousers down my hips. “But I made you come on my tongue,dolcezza. Youaremine. You came forme.”

Her eyes are welling with tears again, but she doesn’t protest. She knows that shecan’t.The tremors running through her body now are from the aftershocks of her orgasm, there’s no denying that. Her skin is flushed with arousal, her pussy glistening, and as I shift between her legs with my cock in my hand, there’s nothing stopping me now.

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