“Fuck.” Vito’s voice is deeper than usual, his eyes laced with lust, and I fixate on the massive hand clutched around an even more massive cock, hard and swollen and red with need.
“I’m sorry.” I force my eyes up, flustered, and start to swing the door closed again, but his other hand slaps the wood and pushes it back open.
“I’m not sorry. You need to know what you do to me, little girl. Look.” His free hand comes to rest on the top of my head, forcing my gaze downward to his thick cock, hand wrapped around the base.
There are slick droplets coming from the slit in the tip, and my mouth starts to water. His suit jacket is pulled open, that incredible hard-on jutting out from his black suit pants, and I bring a quivering hand to cover my mouth, unsure what to say but not wanting him to see it hanging open.
Between my legs, the tension ignites into a wet gush, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
My eyes are locked onto his hand as it moves up and down the thick shaft. A purple vein as thick as my pinky finger snakes up toward the top, and I swear I can see his pulse beating there.
“Do you like watching?”
His hand moves faster, thick fingers encircling the hard length, and I’m mesmerized.
“Yes.” My answer is barely audible, but there’s only truth in it. “I like watching.” My cheeks burn, and I’m astonished how uninhibited I feel considering I’ve never really seen a man’s cock before.
“Good girl. That pleases me.”
His words leave me breathless. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever encountered. It's as though he lives in a world of his own. Making his own rules. And power seeps from him, swirling in a masculine scent that has my head swimming. You would think I would run from him, slam the door in his face and tell him to get out...
Instead, I can’t take my eyes off the sight of him masturbating right in front of me. I’m dizzy and more turned on than I’ve ever been.
“Watch,” he rumbles, and I swear I can hear his heartbeat.
His hand pumps up and down as the weight of his other on top of my head makes me feel like I'm completely under his control. The entire situation is so erotic, so dirty. I should be horrified, but I’m not. My pussy aches as I watch, listening to his low breathing coming from above, the sound of his hand moving on the skin around his erection.
He stops, and I swallow, hoping he’s not done because I want to see him cum. I can’t believe this is me, but I also can’t deny the truth of what I’m thinking.
He releases his cock, raising his hand palm up just under my chin. “Spit,” he growls. I’m frozen for a second, but he repeats the command, “Spit.” The baritone of his voice vibrates through me.
He wiggles his fingers, and to my surprise I comply, spitting into his palm. The saliva slowly drips from my bottom lip until it falls in a glistening drop.
“Again,” he orders, and I do as he says, a rumble emanating from his chest as he rubs my saliva onto his erection and starts stroking again.
Desire surges hot through my veins, and the ache between my legs is nearly unbearable. I squeeze my thighs together as his stroking turns feverish, and I’m rapt, in awe at the sight, even as drops of shower water drip from my bangs into my eyes.
“You are a dirty girl for me, aren’t you, Bambina? Say it, say I’m a dirty girl for you...” He pauses at the end, and I feel like he wants to say something else, but his words drive me closer to my own edge.
The weight of his hand lifts from my head, slipping down through my damp hair then halting beneath my chin, moving my eyes to look up into his intense face, the muscle on his jaw line flexing and releasing.
Flashes of heat turn me into a thoughtless mess, and there’s a darkness in his eyes I’ve not seen before.
“Say it,” he grunts, and my heart nearly pounds from my chest. A gush of slick arousal coats my thighs as I squeeze and pulse the muscles down low.
“I’m—” I stammer, trying to come to terms with what is really happening here. “I’m a dirty girl for you.”
As the words slip from my lips, something else about him hits me. A word.
A title.
Something inside me wants to say one more word.
I don’t know where it’s coming from, but the pull is so strong, it’s like I’m being swept down a rushing river, and I am under the control of another force.
“Good girl.” His voice hits me like a blow to the chest.