all over my nipples and pecs, even along my belly, careful to avoid any areas with hair. Gripping the cuffs pinning my arms to the headboard above, I tried like hell not to rock my hips up against her every time I felt that sharp stab of sizzling pain, but failed miserably.
I was growing hotter by the second. All I could think about was fucking her hard and deep. And I was suddenly grateful I was restrained, because if I wasn’t, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back that primal urge that was screaming for me to toss her to her stomach and show her just what an assertive Dom I could really be.
She leaned to the left, and I heard a click. Opening my eyes, I realized she’d set the candle on a plate on the nightstand at my side. She placed her hands on the cool wax stuck to my chest and leaned down to kiss me, and when her lips met mine, I opened at the first touch and sucked her tongue into my mouth until she groaned.
“Mm,” she whispered against my lips. “You liked that.”
“Climb over me, angioletto. Let me make you feel good.”
“Nope.” She pushed away from me again. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
She slid down my body, and I sucked in another breath, confused why she was doing this. “Natalie, I don’t want kinky sex. I just want you.”
“But you like kinky, dirty sex. You told me that multiple times.”
Her hot breath washed over my groin, and I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, knowing I absolutely liked my sex kinky and as dirty as possible, but I didn’t want to like it that way.
I wanted to be normal. I wanted to be the opposite of what I’d become.
“Just...” I ground my teeth, searching for a way to get her to give in to me. “Sit on my face.” That would be kinky enough for her. “Let me taste you.”
“Nice try.” Her lips skimmed my inner thigh. “Maybe later, though.”
Before I could argue, something rubber encircled the base of my cock and tightened around my testicles. I lifted my head to try to see what she was doing and was distracted by a buzzing sound and series of vibrations that lit up my dick and echoed all through my balls.
“Santa madre di Dio,” I gasped. “What the fuck is that?”
“Something on the edge of vanilla. I’m working through the box slowly.”
“Cristo Santo.” I knew exactly what it was. It was a vibrating cock ring. And holy hell, those vibrations were about to set me on fucking fire. “I don’t...merda...need this, Natalie.”
“I think you’re lying.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. And then I felt her tongue, teasing the tip, swirling all around the head until I thought I’d go mad. But it wasn’t until she closed her mouth around me that I nearly lost it.
When I felt that unmistakable wet suction combined with the body-shaking vibrations, the last of my restraint buckled. Biology took over, my body and mind fueled by only one thing: raw, primal need.
I jerked my arms down. The left chain snapped, freeing me. A growl echoed through the room as the bed shook, one I knew came from me, but the sound didn’t stop me. I grasped Natalie by the arm and jerked her beside me. She gasped, the sound of her shocked breath spinning around me, but even that wasn’t enough to stop me.
I closed my mouth over hers and kissed her hard, tasting her pleasure, her pain, even her fear. Yanking the other chain with one hard clank, I pulled back from her mouth, flipped her to her belly on the mattress, lifted her hips, and thrust deep the second her sweet little pussy brushed my aching cock.
She gasped. I drew out and shoved back in again. Hard. She groaned and pushed back against me, arching her back as I fucked her harder and deeper, faster with each stroke.
My fingertips pressed into her hips as I held her, my body driven by something I couldn’t control. My skin was on fire. My blood like lava. Vibrations ricocheted through every cell, pushing me higher. I tried to stop, knew I should stop, but couldn’t. The only thought I could focus on was more.
“Oh yes, Luc...”
She threw her head back, and the second she screamed and I felt her tight little pussy spasm around me, my release roared through me like a freight