His cock looks like it’s bursting, but he still emits that air of control. I want to touch him, but he’s in charge of what we do next.
He moves behind me, grabs my hips. Lining his cock up with my entrance, he plunges into my pussy. I gasp when my body jerks forward.
He starts to fuck me. It feels so damn good I can barely breathe. I feel so amazing that I forget I’m restrained.
He pumps into me hard, and I take his hard thrusts. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pounds into me, making our bodies slap together. The sounds fill the room. Our groans and moans join the orchestra of hot sex.
Another orgasm takes me, and he lets go of my hair. He rocks my body with his deep, rough strokes as I writhe against him, chains clinking.
The warmth of his fingers moves across my back like a trail of fire and circles over the tight rosette of my asshole. When he pushes his fingers in, my knees buckle, but he holds me up and slows his pumps.
“Baby, please let me take you here. Let me,” he groans. I know I should be mortified, but I want to give everything to him. So I do
“Yes,” I say, and he pulls out of me.
He coats my asshole with my juices, working his finger inside and around the area. Hyped up on pleasure, I’m only mildly aware of what he’s doing until I feel the fat head of his cock pressing against my ass.
My eyes widen as he inches in. It feels so strange.
“It’s okay, baby, I promise you’ll feel good really soon,” he soothes me and strokes my back gently. He’s so gentle I can’t believe it’s him.
I groan and he stops. “Red yet, Princess? You can say Red. You’re the boss of me tonight.”
His words grip me. I try to look back at him, but my hair falls forward.
“No. I want you to…” I rasp, and he strokes me again.
Slowly, he moves in until he’s deeper. A blast of pleasure races through my blood. Holy shit, the new sensation feels amazing.
What feels better is when he starts moving slowly inside me and goes deeper. That’s when I mewl so loudly I’m sure everyone in the house and the surrounding areas can hear me. Shit.
The sound seems to encourage him because he starts pumping harder. I’ve adjusted to take his thrusts, so as he fucks my asshole, all I feel is raw, undiluted pleasure that shatters me from the inside out.
I come again, and as I do, he floods me with a fierce cry, sounding like a warrior in battle. The warmth of his cum sprays into me, claiming that part of me like he did when he took my virginity. There’s nothing left to claim. This man has taken it all.
We calm. My knees cave worse than before. Even when he catches me, I can’t right myself.
I’m completely spent and drained. There is nothing left of me. The heaviness of exhaustion has come to take me whole.
He holds me up with one hand while he undoes the cuffs. One at a time they go, releasing me from the mercy of his fantasy. I know he enjoyed it, but the pleasure he gave me was unlike anything I’ve experienced. Like a drug I crave more of. More of him.
He scoops me up and carries me to the bed. I’m so drained I barely register that he’s left my side. It’s only when he wipes a warm rag over my mound that I figure he must have left me to get it. After he cleans me, he gets in bed next to me and I manage to roll into his arms so he can hold me.
“Are you okay, Princesca?” he asks.
“I’m tired.”
“I’ll take care of you.” It sounds like a vow.
Is it?
I hold his gaze. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time. There’s a sparkle deep in his eyes. It’s the same as what I saw in the painting his mother did. It’s his soul. That’s what she painted in his eyes. She provided a window to his soul, and I see it.
“I see you,” I say.
Slowly, he shakes his head, and just like that, the sparkle is gone. “Don’t...”
It’s good advice.