But all things could be corrected.
“Place your arms above your head,” I commanded.
Aria hesitated for a moment, but she had no power of refusal left inside of her. The seductive drug from the fear of being caught, and the dominance I knew I had over her overpowered consent. Her dilated eyes twinkled with champagne-induced arousal as she gradually brought her hands over her head. Her lips parted in desire, beckoning me for the simplest of touches. She arched her back just enough to thrust out her hardened nipples, pleading for me to take them under my control.
The woman blazed with hunger.
She needed something. Anything.
This was exactly how I wanted her. It’s how I liked all the women I fucked. I loved to have their forced consent but only in the most twisted and fucked up of ways.
I reached for the goodie bag and looked inside with a wicked smile.
Perfect.
Sinfully perfect.
Vittorio had provided me with everything I would need to soil his perfect dove.
I reached for each of Aria’s wrists, wrapped them with a black ribbon that was inside the bag, and tied them to the headboard of the bed. I had left enough slack so that Aria’s body would still be flexible enough to achieve whatever I wished to do to my victim.
“Kiss me,” Aria pleaded between ragged breaths.
I could see the moisture along the soft folds of her recently waxed pussy as she gyrated her hips in desperate need to be satisfied. I knew exactly how Aria felt. The fire that burned to fuck was all-powerful. Craving, needing, longing, and begging for more. I could feel the hard, throbbing hunger between my own legs. Just the short taste of her lips on mine had left me ravenous for more. Each movement I made had her groaning for me to go even further. Aria’s exposed pussy delicately dripped in anticipation for what I had in store.
“First rule is never command. Never speak until spoken to. You are not the one in charge. You are not the spoiled rich girl with me. You don’t get what you want.” I straddled Aria and pressed my cock that tented my pants against her pussy.
Dick against pussy, a sizzle of electricity shot through my core. Though I would much prefer my pants to be out of the way, the sensation helped soothe the need for touch.
I lowered my mouth to Aria’s hardened nipple and began to suck. I lapped and nibbled while softly massaging the girl’s breast with the palm of my hand. I moved my mouth to the other nipple and continued to drive Aria to the edge of pleasure.
“More!” the girl begged as she flung her head in wild abandon.
I reached down to Aria’s pussy and briskly slapped the swollen folds. “It’s clear you don’t understand that you’re not the one in control. I won’t tolerate being told what to do, and I’m even less patient with those who don’t follow my commands.” I slapped Aria’s pussy once again, eliciting a moan from the girl. I took hold of her clit and pinched, causing her to cry out in erotic pain. “You obviously need to be trained, princess.”
“Please,” the pain slut begged as she thrust her hips to meet me with more force.
My cock hardened further at the knowledge that Aria actually liked my forceful touch and craved even more.
More I would gladly give.
Ah, what would Daddy Dearest say if he knew what a little pain vixen his mafia princess was?
I reached for the satin goodie bag on the mattress beside us. I pulled out a pair of silver nipple clamps that were adorned with small emeralds. Clearly, I wasn’t alone in liking women to have jewelry attached to the most intimate of places. Still straddling Aria, I grabbed one of her hardened nipples and very gently clasped it between the biting teeth of the clamp. The innocent, naïve girl let out a gasp as her back arched. I watched the slight grimace of pain on Aria’s face return to the sedated look of pleasure in mere seconds.
I bent down and softly placed my lips to the beauty’s mouth, giving a kiss as a reward for her ability to accept the jewelry.
“Very good,” I whispered after the kiss.
I slowly lowered my lips to the other nipple and lightly licked along the surface. Grabbing the second nipple clamp, I tenderly applied it to join the other.
I sat up and took in the magnificent sight of the sexual woman writhing beneath me. The silver, the jewels, her breasts, and the beginning of her ultimate submission were breathtaking. I loved that I had the power to dominate, the power to control, and the power to please. Owning Spiked Roses and partaking in my fair share of Tastings in the Tasting Room had taught me plenty. When it came to women, I had become the master of how to demand ecstasy.