I couldn’t hand the power over to just any man. I’d been waiting on this man.

Fingertips brushed over the base of my spine, trailing down to the skin my panties didn’t cover. I let out a long breath of appreciation.

“You are selfish and almost cost a man his life today playing games.” His voice was so rough, his accent thick, his anger obvious.

“I didn’t know Rocco would go all Rambo,” I said, slightly breathless as my breathing escalated and his fingertips drifted over my entrance, my panties soaked.

“He has no patience, and now you have angered him.”

On edge and needy for his fingers to keep their pace, I replied with caution. “The guard was doing his job, keeping the bad guys out.”

“You are a smart woman, Taylor.” It was a scolding I wasn’t in the mood for.

So I’d asked security to look over my condo. It wasn’t my fault he couldn’t keep his dog on a leash. I moved to turn over and face him when I felt the sting of his first slap. I inhaled deeply with the pain and before I could recover, a burn coursed through my scalp as he twisted my hair in his fist. His hair tickled my shoulder as his weight covered me and his breath hit my ear.

“Do not fucking move.”

I shivered in response, no longer able to keep my breathing inaudible. I felt his full cock harden as it teased the valley of my lace-covered ass.

I lay perfectly still as his fingers stroked and probed and his fist slowly let go of its hold on my thick hair. I was aware of everything in those moments I waited for him. The ticking of my wall clock, the sound of the fridge clicking on, the scent of him, the thickness in the air between us all f

illed my senses before the second slap shattered my attention to detail.

Burning coursed through me as I gripped the sheets tight and arousal leaked from me.

In that moment, I surrendered all.

Another soft stroke over the top of my panties strummed my clit, and then I received another hard slap just below my ass. I buckled slightly at the bite and was rewarded with a harder slap.

I’d moved.

My clit throbbed, need going unanswered. I fought the urge to writhe and beg. I lay motionless as he went on with this for a small eternity, never touching my clit, only feathering my skin with the slightest touch before each punishing strike.

After another agonizing amount of time had passed, I was lifted onto my knees as his tongue found the most heated parts of my flesh and soothed them with long tongue strokes. I moaned in thank you as he soothed each burn thoroughly before landing another hard series of slaps and tearing the lace off of me in the process. I screamed in both desperation and relief as he shoved his huge cock inside me in one quick thrust. Unable to maintain my position, I fell flat on my stomach and was rewarded with strong hands gripping my hips and leading me back to my knees. His thrusts punished me as my raw ass screamed while he grunted above me and pulled at my hips mercilessly. I felt the tremble in my abdomen as Daniello remained eerily silent, voicing his anger only by the fury of his hips and the punishing of his strokes.

Still on all fours, he lifted my leg, anchoring over his forearm and dove deeper as I shrieked in surprise.

Full.

There was no other way to describe it as his cock filled me repeatedly, rubbing every surface inside of me. Unprepared for my orgasm, I shifted under its weight and sudden arrival. I was rewarded with a powerful slap and bucked my ass up, grinding into the bed as Daniello continued to fuck me.

I let out a yelp once again as he tilted me to go deeper and I choked slightly on the pain. Lace panties interrupted my next moan as they entered my mouth.

Rocked to the core by his cruelty, I stilled slightly.

As if sensing my hesitation, Daniello pulled his punishing cock out of me and turned me over to face him. His eyes were soulless, empty, void of any emotion, and I quickly understood.

This was the touch I was used to. The use of my body as a vessel for a greedy offender. This I understood. This I knew.

There was an instant recognition in his eyes, an unspoken agreement of submission on my part. I kept the damp panties in my mouth, tasting my arousal and moaning again as my hands drifted from the bed to clutch at his broad chest. He lifted my legs, anchoring me to him. This time, he entered me harder than the first. Every muscle in his form rippled in effect with his effort. The sparse hair on his chest led down to a perfectly toned stomach and defined abs. My eyes drifted to where we met, and I watched his hardness furiously fuck me while coated with my arousal.

Powerful thrusts encompassed my every limb as I held onto him tightly and crumbled a second time. He ripped the lace from my mouth as the orgasm hit and replaced it with his smooth tongue. I clung to him, desperate for relief in my burning muscles. I got none as he continued my punishment without words, only action.

Exhausted and spent, I watched him tax his anger, my drenched and pulsing pussy gripping him. A low growl erupted as he stiffened and gripped my head, pulled out, and coated my chest with his hot release. I gripped him hard as he spent the rest of himself, covering my bare breasts and neck. I collapsed back as the last of him pulsed onto me.

Thick air clouded the room as he left it, and the sound of the shower echoed through my bedroom.

I stood in front of my mirror and noted the long line of smeared mascara that marred my face. My body was covered in marks from angry fingertips, my backside a deep red. I ran my hand through the glistening on my chest and neck, opting to shower in my guest room.

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