Elsa
I have clearly lost my mind.
Marcello Viscuso has undressed me and caressed me between my legs. Dropped to his knees for me. Have I complained or tried to stop him? No, because the way he bosses me around turns my insides to molten lava and my brain to mush. It was like he started talking dirty and I lost the ability to think.
So help me, I want him.
As he kisses my inner thigh, his strong hands hold
me in place. Hands that have done unspeakable violence, yet can be tender, as well. I am completely bared before him, his face close to my pussy. Do I smell all right down there? I know from watching porn that a lot of guys enjoyed it, but oral had only come up once with Sergio, when he said it wasn’t his favorite thing to do. Of course, he’d liked it when I gave him head.
The tip of Marcello’s tongue touches my folds-and I jump.
“Relax,” he breathes. “Put your hands on your tits and feel what I am doing to you, bellissima.”
God, hearing the words come out of his mouth in that low tone was like sex on a plate. I cup my breasts, which were already heavy and aching, and squeeze my nipples. Pleasure streaks through me. Fausto dips his head and licks me, and heat suffused my lower half. Growling, he presses closer and tongued my entrance.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
Then he begins moving his lips and tongue, exploring my labia, until he reaches my clit. The first swipe of his tongue over that tiny bundle of nerves causes me to slam my eyelids shut and throw my head back. It is electric, like a switch to the pleasure center of my brain had been flipped. Tingles run up and down my legs and I can only lie there as he does it again and again, flicking and circling the nub with his tongue.
His finger work its way into my pussy, stretching me, and I moan. “Oh, my God.”
The reaction earned me another finger and a long suck of my clitoris. My toes curl and I can feel the orgasm building in my belly. How was this happening so fast? “I’m so close,” I tell him. “Oh, God. Keep going, please.”
Unbidden, my hips start rocking against his face, my body desperate for release. I think I will have agreed to anything at that moment, but luckily Marcello doesn’t try and take advantage. He continues to work my clitoris and pump his fingers into my pussy.
It isn’t enough. I really want him to fuck me.
The thought of his muscled body, so manly and strong, pounding into me pushes me over the edge. I shout as my walls convulse around his fingers, my limbs shaking. The euphoria washes over me, more intense than I’d ever felt before. This wasn’t the gentle waves of a self-induced orgasm. This was a tsunami dragging me to depths I had never imagined before, drowning me in endorphins.
When it finally ends, I sag into the mattress, limp. Marcello’s mouth gentles but doesn’t stop as he laps up the wetness at my entrance. His eyes are closed as if he is savoring me, and I can’t look away from his beautiful face. Why does he have to be so incredible looking? It would make him easier to resist if he were slightly less attractive. This was no boy, more interested in his own pleasure like Sergio. This was a man who knows what he wants and takes it-and right now that thing is me. I lick my lips, a fresh shot of desire going through me.
His lids open and blue eyes pin me to the spot. They are wild and hungry. Feral. A little scary, even. He continues to taste me while staring up at me, as if he were gauging my reaction. I can’t move, my muscles now lax.
Then he crawls over me, kissing my skin along the way, until he reaches my breasts. I like that I am completely naked and he is still dressed. Something about that felt naughty, as if I were seducing him. My hands are still on my breasts, so he nudges my palm aside with his nose to draw a nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, with long pulls that echo between my legs, directly in my clit. Everything is heightened, my body more sensitive now that I’d come, and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on my breast.
Soon I was writhing, my heart racing as I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. He switches to my other breast, his tongue flicking my nipple then biting it before bringing the nipple into his mouth to suck. I am a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning as it wears on. Is he trying to foreplay me to death?
His fingers slip between my legs, rubbing my clit exactly like I did when I masturbated, with light steady pressure, and I come a second time. When I finally calm, he releases my breast and kisses my neck. “Tu sei perfetta.”
You are perfect.
A sweet Marcello Viscuso? I am used to him being an asshole, but this side was even more dangerous. Before I can wrap my head around this change in him, he shifts and rolls off the bed. Standing, he rakes his eyes along my body, an erection bulging in his trousers. Then he turns and starts for the door. “Buona sera, Elsa.”
Wait, what is happening? Doesn’t he want to have sex with me? “Where are you going?”
“To bed. Sleep well, dolcezza.”
“But….”
I didn’t know how to ask it. Worse, I knew I shouldn’t. This man was bad for me. I should be grateful he didn’t want to fuck me.
But I wasn’t.
I want to know the feel of his dick, what it would be like to have him slide inside me. Fill me up and overwhelm me in the very best way.
You’re fucked up, Elsa.
Yes, clearly.
As usual, Marcello had no trouble following my thoughts. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I want you to crave it. To need my cock so badly that you beg me for it. And when I do fuck you, you’re never going to forget it.” He opens the door and something akin to panic filled me.
“Wait,” I call as he starts to leave.
“Yes?” He looks bored, perfectly under control. Nothing like the ravenous lover of a few moments ago.
“This was a one-time thing. Just tonight.”
The edges of his mouth curl. “If you need to believe such nonsense in order to sleep tonight, then by all means, lie to yourself. But I will fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want. And you’ll enjoy every second, I promise.”
He left without another word. I stayed there on the bed-naked, my body humming from two fantastic orgasms-and resolved to make him eat those words. I would resist him. If he thought to make me his Katarzyna, he was sorely mistaken. I had no interest in being his fuck toy. I am going to run away from here.
I need to come up with a better escape plan than sneaking out the back door and walking to find help. No, I have to find a true way off the estate and out of Marcello Viscuso’s life.