Giovanni (Benedetti Brothers 4)

“What are you doing?”

I take two more cuffs and walk to the foot of the bed to grab one of her ankles. I bind it to one corner then move to the other side and pull her legs wide before binding her other ankle to the other side.

“Making sure you don’t get yourself off while I have a shower.”11EmiliaHe takes his time in the shower. He’s humming some tune in there. I hear that too. Happy as can be. Not a fucking care in the world while I lie here, arms bound over my head, legs spread wide, my ass throbbing from that spanking and the need to come overwhelming.

“I hate you,” I call out just as the water switches off.

He appears a moment later, a towel wrapped low around his hips, another in his hand as he rubs his hair dry. My eyes wander over those perfectly cut abs to the trail of hair that disappears beneath the towel. I want him and hate myself for the groan that escapes when I can’t close my legs, can’t rub them together.

“What’s that?” he asks with that smirk I hate so much.

“I said I hate you.”

He drops the towel he was drying his hair with so his hair is standing up all around his head. He still looks so fucking perfect, it’s killing me. He walks over to me, eyes roaming from my face to my sex and back.

“I don’t think your pussy hates me,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning down to lick my clit.

I whimper and arch my back for more.

But he draws back, puts his fingers into my folds, and smears them over my thigh, leaving a wet trail of hungry, unfulfilled arousal.

“Next time I tell you to bend over and take your punishment, maybe you’ll do as you’re told.”

I tug at my bonds as he stands, drops his towel, and climbs on the bed so his knees are in between my legs. He lays himself on top of me, taking care that some of his weight is on his elbows. He’s hard again. I feel him at my belly.

He’s grinning and watching me, and I hate that he sees how much I want this. How much I want him. How much I want to come.

“I like fucking your face.” He licks my lips as he situates himself. Slowly, he slides into me, my opening slick, gaping for him.

I let out a long moan as he stretches me. He kisses the side of my face, my temple.

“I like fucking your pussy too.” He’s moving slowly, savoring my humiliation, savoring his pleasure. “And your ass. Fuck, Emilia, your ass is so tight, and you come so fucking hard when I fuck it.”

“I hate you.”

“Nah, you don’t hate me. You want me.”

I snap my teeth at him, trying to bite him, but he draws back just far enough to be out of reach.

“I’d have put you on your belly to have access to both holes, but I couldn’t trust you not to rub yourself to orgasm on my sheets.”

“You already punished me. Why are you doing this?”

I feel him thickening inside me. He’s going to come again, and he’s going to leave me wanting. Again.

“I already told you. You need to learn to take your punishment. This is me teaching you.”

I arch my back, determined to take my pleasure from him, but he draws away. Sitting up on his knees, he draws my hips onto his lap, the bonds just allowing for that, and he fucks me, thrusting deep but slow, moaning with each thrust as he leaves me with nothing but want. Not a moment of relief, not a single instant before he comes again, filling me up, emptying inside me again. And when he pulls out and lays me back on the bed, I feel his cum rush out of me. He watches it. And, like last time, after cleaning himself he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me. Each stroke is a slow, drawn-out torment.

When he’s done, he walks around to his side of the bed and sits down, punches something into his phone before lying down beside me, and turns off the light.

“I can’t sleep like this.”

“Maybe you’ll learn your lesson, then. Good night, Emilia.”

With that, he rolls onto his side, splays his arm possessively over me, and within a few minutes, I hear his breath level out and he sleeps, content. Satisfied in every way. Leaving me hungry in every way.My shoulders ache when I wake the next morning, but there’s another sensation that’s drawing me out of sleep.

I hear myself moan and feel something warm and wet on me. A moment later my eyes snap open because he’s between my legs, holding my knees wide apart as he sucks my clit. I try to tug at my arms bur remember I’m bound. Although he must have uncuffed my legs while I slept because they’re bent around his head.