54

Stefano
Oh, no you don’t.
My hand closes around Corey’s wrist. She’s trying to sneak away from me.
Her electric blue eyes meet mine. They hold no trace of fear or remorse, which makes me want to kiss her senseless. I love her confidence. Her verve. I have her half-naked in my bed and she’s not unnerved in the least.
“I have to pee,” she says. “Did you get me that toothbrush?” Adorable. She treats this like a fucking slumber party.
“On the counter,” I mumble, still coming awake. I release her wrist. She tugs the sheet off the bed to cover herself as she pads to the bathroom.
“Leave the door cracked open, amore. I need to hear what you’re doing.”
“Fuck you, Tacone,” she calls back.
“Still your boss,” I remind her.
Even though she’s mouthy, she does as she’s told.
Smart woman.
When she comes back, she walks straight to the dresser and pulls out a drawer.
They’re all empty. I don’t plan in staying in this guest suite, but I haven’t bothered to kick Sal out of my suite on the top floor yet. He moved in there when I left for Sicily six months ago.
“You looking for something to wear?”
“Yeah,” she says, turning to face me. “Where are your clothes?”
“Come back to bed. You’ll get clothes when you earn them. Right now you have a punishment coming.”
She has the nerve to roll her eyes and I have to suppress a grin.
“Now, bambina.”
She examines one wrist. “How do you know you didn’t do this putting them on?”
I shrug. “I know. Besides, you’re getting punished no matter what.” I cup my aching balls through my boxer briefs. “If my balls are still bruised, bambina, your ass is going to be raw. That’s just casino rules. Capiche?”
She winces, glancing at my cock, which surges to attention. “Sorry?”
I climb off the bed. “You will be. Come here, bella.” She darts for the door and my dick grows hard because I get to lunge for her, pick her up and carry her to the bed. I toss her down in the center of it and yank the sheet away.
She doesn’t appear particularly frightened or pissed off, which bodes well for me finally getting my cock into her. Climbing into bed last night and not claiming her was an exquisite torture. I didn’t sleep enough to dream, but if I had, I’m sure it would’ve been all about those pouty lips stretched around my length, those bright blue eyes gazing up at me.
“Let’s see… what to do to my beautiful prisoner.” I stare down at her, drinking in the sight of her lovely breasts, the way her red hair spreads out on the mattress like flames. Somehow her delectable stockings stayed on all night long. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes dilated. I know she wants this, even if she won’t admit it.
I reach to her thighs and grab one stocking in each hand to yank them down.
She kicks. “Jesus! You have to ruin those too?”
I roll her over and slap her ass, then twist her wrists behind her back and use one of the stockings to tie them together. “Too mouthy, bella. I like your spunk, but I require a little more respect.”
“I’m sorry, Stefano.”
A chuckle barrels out from me before I can stop it. “You do learn fast, don’t you, amore?” I tug her hips up to bring her knees under her so she’s on an angle with her face on the bed and her ass in the air. “Mmm, now that’s pretty.”
The fact that she holds still tells me she’s all in. I slap her ass a couple times with my hand, then retrieve my belt from the closet. I use the last six inches of it to lightly slap her, warming her cheeks and backs of her thighs with gentle licks. Then I let out a little more length and slap it hard across the center of her ass.
She yelps and lists to the side. “Ow!”
“Two more just like that and we can get to your reward. Now hold your position. You don’t want this belt hitting you somewhere that doesn’t feel good.”
“Who says it feels good at all?”
I give a dark chuckle. “Feels good to me.” I whip her again, laying a neat stripe just below the first one. She gasps, but holds still. “Good girl.” I swing a third time, then toss the belt onto the bed beside her. “Now for your reward.”
I untie her wrists and roll her over. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted. “Do you want a reward, Corey?”
She nods, eyes locked on mine as I climb up onto my knees on the bed and slide my hands under her hips to cup her ass. She bends her knees up to accommodate me.
I lower my face to her cunt and nip her through the scrap of panties. “You have to say it out loud. I don’t want any misunderstandings.”
“I want my reward,” she says quickly.
I laugh and nip her again. “Tell me what you want me to do, amore. Be very clear.”
She swallows.
I know she’s full of bluster, but I’m actually not sure whether Corey Simonson knows how to ask for what she wants.
Turns out she does.
“I want your mouth on me-like last night. And…”
I pull her panties to one side and drag my tongue up her slit. “And?” I arch a brow.
“I-I want you to fuck me.”
Victory dance.
I knew we’d get here sooner or later, but I’m fucking thrilled she made it so easy.
I pull her panties off. They’re the only piece of clothing I haven’t ruined. I might need to remedy that. But I don’t have time to think about clothing when her pussy’s wet and waiting.
I cup her hot ass in my hands and lick into her. She tries to arch off the bed, but I shift my hands to pin her pelvis down, hold her still for the onslaught of my tongue. I trace her inner lips, penetrate her with my thumb. I flick and tease her clit until it’s swollen and the hood pulls back.
“Play with your breasts,” I order.
“Wha-” She lifts her head, looking beautifully befuddled. A surge of manly pride shoots through me. I did that to her.
“Pinch those nipples. Make them hard.” I wait until she complies before I return to pleasuring her. She arches her lower back from the bed, rocking her pelvis toward my face. I go slowly, dipping two fingers into her and arcing them to stroke her inner wall.
She gasps and clenches around my fingers, inner thighs clamping down on my shoulders.
“Stefano.”
“That’s it, baby. Say my name.”
“I need it,” she says.
Oh, fuck me. I need to give it to you so hard, baby. But I also don’t want this to end. I enjoy having Corey trembling and gasping my name like I’m the only man in the universe who can give her what she needs.
I ease my fingers out of her and pick up one of her stockings. She watches me climb over her with heavy-lidded eyes, but they fly wide when I catch her wrists and quickly tie them together.
“You have a bondage thing, Stefano?” Her voice is soft and breathy, no trace of the harsh judgment she usually infuses.
“Only with you, bambina.” It’s mostly true. Sure, I’ve tied girls up before, smacked their asses, bossed them around. But with Corey it’s far more interesting. She’s not submissive by nature, so taking her power away gives her a far greater release. And frankly, I want to conquer her this way.
I hold her wrists down and work one of her nipples with my teeth and tongue. She writhes beneath me. “Stefano.” She pops her pelvis up to hit my aching cock. She needs it bad.
So do I.
“Beg for it.” It’s a challenge. I know it will piss her off and it does. She rolls her eyes.
“You want to hear you’re good?”
I cup her mons and stroke my middle finger slowly along her juicy slit.
“You’re fucking good. So damn good.” She rolls her head around on the bed with a wanton moan.
“Beg.”
“You’re also a cocky-”
I release her nipple with a pop and arch a warning brow.
“-arrogant, controlling bastard who’s keeping me prisoner.”
I remove all touch, backing up and pulling her wrists toward the headboard where I wind an end of the stocking around the post. “Badly played, amore.”
She pants, watching me with those bright blue eyes. Her legs swish restlessly on the bed.
I walk to the closet and rummage in my suitcase for the vibrator. Yes, I travel with it. You never know when you might need to pleasure a woman. I twist it to turn it on and saunter back to my lovely captive.
“Open your thighs, bella.”
She tugs at her bound wrists, eyes on the vibrator, legs still dancing.
I climb over her. “Don’t make me ask twice,” I murmur.
Her knees fall open the moment the vibe hits her clit. I stroke it slowly up and down her slit, feed it into her, then remove it and tease her clit. I continue this pattern until her pants become whines, her head rolls around with impatience.
Finally, I insert the vibrator into her and leave it, then I walk away.
“Hey!” she cries indignantly as I head to the bathroom.
I ignore her and wash my hands and face, brush my teeth.
“Stefano Tacone, you bastard. Get back here. Please.”
“Baby, I’m not going to warn you again-don’t call me names.” I come out of the bathroom, drying my hands.
It’s not really that I give a shit. But I have a reputation. I can’t have her disrespecting me in front of anyone else.
“I’m sorry.” She seeks my gaze with pleading one. “Please don’t do this. Please.”
“What do you need? Ask me sweetly.”
She grimaces, but lifts her chin. “I want your big Italian cock, okay? Are you going to give it to me?”
I can’t help but laugh. I pull the vibrator out of her and toss it on the bed. “I like you, Corey Simonson.” I slip my hand in my boxer briefs and pull out my cock. “Very much.” I snap open a condom and roll it on.
“I wish I could say the same, but you know-” She looks up at her tied wrists.