Elsa
“Now we’re going to have some fun, don Marcello,” I purr, putting the mask over his eyes.
“Before I begin, remember-if you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Do it so that I believe you. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.”
He knows I am mocking him, and it elicits a smile on his face. He reclines his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.
“You kidnapped me, kept me against my will, and fucked my life up. You fucked it up so bad I can’t live my life the way I used to before I met you,” I say, clamping my hand on his cheeks again. “And even though I find you irresistible, I still hate you, Marcello. I want you to know how it feels to be made to do things you don’t want to do.”
I pull my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerks to the side, and I hear him swallowing loudly.
“Again,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
What I have done and the reaction I get are working me up. I grab his chin.
“I decide when I do that,” I reply. Then I slide up, my wet clit hovering above his head. “Suck it,” I say, brushing it against his lips.
I know he won’t be happy about having to taste himself, but that is the only reason I have decided to do this in the first place. When he doesn’t react, I lower my moist pussy to his mouth, making him feel the taste that so disgusts him. He has no choice. A couple of seconds pass, and I feel his tongue caressing me inside. He lifts his chin and moves toward my clit. I moan and prop my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He is s too good at this. It only takes him a while to take me to the brink of orgasm. I lift myself on my knees and glance down-he is licking me off his lips, purring quietly. That part of the punishment is clearly to his liking. I slide down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his saliva. His cock is s hard, and thick, and fits my pussy perfectly. I moan, wrap my arms around his back, and sit him up. I can feel him helping me, knowing that I won’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pull us closer to the padding on the wall and lean his back over it. I love this position-it gives me absolute control over my partner, at the same time allowing for a very deep penetration. I grab Marcello by the hair and slowly start to rub my clit against his belly. His cock gently rises inside me, and I push against it faster and harder. I fuck him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Marcello breathes heavily. I can feel him edging closer to the end. I slap him once more.
“Come!” I command and hit him again.
It turns me on so much I feel myself starting to climax. But I don’t want that yet. When a second later the Marcello fills me to the brim, letting out a mighty roar, and I feel his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him, he tears off the sleeping mask and kisses me greedily. He moves his hands over my ass and rocks my hips gently.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.
“I know,” he replied, moving my hips faster. “Hit me!” he hisses. With the mask off, when he can see me clearly, I am suddenly afraid to do it.
“Fucking hit me!” he roars, and I slaps him again.
As my hand connected with his face, I felt a tsunami wave of orgasm rolling over me. I am not able to move anymore-my whole body is spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Marcello is impaling me on himself hard and fast until I grow limp and collapse into his arms in a heap. As we sit in silence, he strokes my back very gently.
“When did you free your hands?” I ask, my face resting on his shoulder.
“As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replies, laughing. “You’re not particularly good at this, bella. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”
“So why didn’t you use your hands earlier?”
“I knew something I did or said angered you. I decided to allow you to blow off some steam. I was certain you wouldn’t do me any harm. You missed me, remember?” he says, pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, he carries me to the bathroom. He puts me down in the shower and turns the water on. “We should go lie down,” he says, spreading soap over my skin. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I can’t deny I’d rather keep fucking you until morning, but evidently, your pussy is sore, and I think it’s had enough for now,” he says, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs. “You’re very aggressive. It turns you on, dolcezza, doesn’t it?” His hands stopped, and his eyes pierced me.
“I just like rough sex. I know you know that by now,” I reply, grabbing him by the testicles. “What you do in bed is a kind of game-you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want. Within reason, of course,”
I continue fondling his balls. “It’s only a bit of fun, not a matter of life and death.”
“We’ll be happy together, Elsa. You’ll see,” he says, kissing me on the forehead.