“Damn sure do,” I say, taking a step back to watch as she pulls the dress up and tosses it over her head.
“Keep those on,” I instruct when she prepares to step out of the heels.
She climbs onto the bed as I finish undressing. There are little cabinet doors and shelves built into the walls. I pull one open, remove the twenty-foot cord I’m looking for and turn back to Mila.
“What’s that for?” she asks warily, lifting an eyebrow.
“Trust me,” I reply, taking the cord, wrapping it around her wrist, and securing it to a hook installed over the bed.
“Prepared, aren’t we?”
“Always.”
“Has this been a torture room for your enemies?” she asks as I loop the other ends of the cord around her ankles and pull the length to the bathroom door handle. When I tie a knot and pull, Mila is lifted off the bed a couple of inches.
I secure the cord on the bathroom handle and reply, “Are you an enemy, Miss Campbell?”
“I hope not.”
Smirking, I reply, “If you were an enemy, I’d have to find a new way to punish you.”
I kiss her neck as my fingers massage her nipples. They’re hardened little buds in the cool, crisp air that blows from overhead.
“Is it too tight?” I ask, rubbing her slit.
I find that she’s not wet at all, and I’m surprised. I don’t usually have to do much to turn her on.
“What’s wrong, Mila? You’re not ready for me, amore mio."
“I…umm…I don’t know. I’ve never been…tied up before.”
I hear the nervousness in her voice, and while I want to reassure her, she must learn to trust me.
“I promise, it won’t hurt at all. Not at first, anyway,” I say, slowly sliding a finger inside her as I bite a nipple. “Try to relax.”
“Positioned like this? With no control?”
“Do you need it?” I ask as I climb onto the bed with her.
My mouth clamps over her slit, and I take the first long suck I’ve been craving all day. She’s like a cool refreshing drink as I close my eyes, inhaling and sucking and licking.
Mila makes a mewling sound as she shudders at my touch. My arms wrap around her thighs as she jerks, pulling at her restraints.
“You will only make them tighter, amore mio. Fidati di me. Fidati di me. Trust me,” I repeat until I can feel her relaxing.
As I consume the sweet nectar Mila releases, my head bobs up and down and side to side. “Questa è la mia ragazza. Juicing up for me just the way that I like it.”
I suck and suck and suck as Mila wiggles, squirms, and purrs, and just as she’s about to cum, I stop.
“Oh god, no!” she screams, licking her lips. “Please don’t stop, Ales.”
I stand on the bed beside her head, stroking my dick, and she turns and eyes it. As much as I want to feel her lips wrapped around me, now is not the time.
I sometimes feel a much darker side to Mila that may not be safe for me to explore. I don’t know what’s been done to her before, but I suspect she has limitations. Testing that with my dick in her mouth isn’t an option. And with that thought, my arousal withers just slightly.
“Something wrong, Ales?” she asks in the most seductive voice.
Damn! Why does she sound like a temptress out to get her man rather than the woman with whom I want to build my life?