With my top lip clenched between my teeth, I unravel his delight. My dress continues to inch upward, revealing plump hips, transitioning to my not-so-tiny waist. Santino steps around me. He traces a delicate finger along the black lace thong.
I place the toe of one stiletto at the heel of the other.
From behind me, Santino orders against my ear, “Stop.” The order comes out sharp as steel. His hand reaches around me. He’s caressing the sensitive skin beneath my breasts.
“Sorry . . . um, what did I do?” I ask, all my muscles shut down. Feels like I’m about to be descended upon by a python as he surrounds me. My hard nipples seem to be the only defiance, piercing against his palms while he cups my breasts.
I expect him to pinch and twist and torture me for this last bit of rebelliousness. But my heart catches in my chest when his hands are no longer over my breast. Instead, Santino’s body presses against mine. Though I haven’t moved a fraction of an inch, my breath hitches and it feels like I’m a bumbling mess. His thumbs hook into my panties.
“Did I ask you to remove your heels, Gina?”
“No . . .” I try to bite my tongue again, but all my pleasure is his to behold. So I grit out, “Santa.”
I’m eyeing his biceps, which are thicker than two of my legs put together, as he comes around me. Santino drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll allow my future wife to continue calling me Santa.”
Then fuck me, bastard, and prove me wrong. “I see it irks you, Santino, when . . .” My first orgasm in its juices as he works the sides of my thong up. The lace tantalizes my clit and pussy and ass. Dammit, I have never had a desire for anyone to venture near that part of my anatomy. It’s always been solely mine.
But I’m standing here, panting on the air between us as the thong works my lonely sex.
Santino meets my gaze.
“Keep breathing just like that,” he tells me in Italian. “You breathe like that all night, no matter what.”
“What’s gonna hap—”
“Don’t speak, Bella,” his deep voice is as soft as velvet.
I’m climbing up another orgasm when Santino parts my legs with his huge hand. My pussy lips tremor against his touch. He traces the liquid along my slit, not probing though. Santino’s fingers are wet when he brings them to his mouth for a taste.
Again a primitive, incredibly erotic groan escapes his lips.
“Kiss me, Bella.”
Hypnotized, I consent to actions that I’d roll my eyes and laugh at if this were a book. Clutching the back of my hair, Santino deepens the kiss. For a few moments, he holds me to him. When I inhale as if I’ve spent two hours at a luxury spa, Santino speaks again. “Describe the taste to me, Bella.”
“Good.” Damn girl, You’ve wine tasted up and down the coastline of Italy, Spain, and France. Good? Enhance your vocabulary, Gina!
“Succulent.” He smiles. My pussy lips convulse violently, petitioning his return. “Kneel.”
I go straight to my knees.
“When my cock is in your mouth, Gina, I’ll teach you how to get all me down that pretty throat of yours.”
“Ok . . .”
“You have a beautiful voice. Now’s not the time to use it.”
“O . . .” Shit, Gina, shut up already!
“You will gag; that’s acceptable. I want to hear the sound of you slurping loudly. When I say so, you have permission to use those fingers to fuck your cunt.” His fingertips trace my shoulder, up to my neck. The deed brings my eyes level to his. “Understand one thing, Bella. You will never be able to satisfy yourself as much as I do.”
Though my nipples are hard from excitement, I can’t imagine this.
“Soon, I’ll be in your head, Gina.” He places two fingers against my forehead. “You won’t want to cum unless it’s under my command.”
At first, I’m petrified. Someone in my head? To weed past thoughts of vulnerability. To visualize how I perceive failures and successes as one and the same. As if my achievements are fiascos waiting to happen.
But then my mouth curls into a grin. Sounds like a beautiful dream. In minutes, it will become my reality. When Santino’s actions shatter my heart in the future, his command will transfigure into my beautiful nightmare . . . To be left only wanting to cum under the control of Santino Morelli. I submit to