Chapter 99: Chapter: 99

ANDREA

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone as usual. My heart sank, I thought, after everything, Alessandro would stop slipping out of bed before I woke up.

I want to wake up by his side, watch him sleep, and do our morning rituals together. Maybe it sounds silly, but it's something I want to share with him.

I sighed and stretched my hands, yawning. I've slept enough now it's time for breakfast. My brows scrunched when I couldn't move my hands; I was shocked to find that both my hands were bound.

Two wide leather cuffs were on each hand and then attached to the headboard. The fuck! Instantly, I knew it was his handiwork, that bastard! What the fuck is he up to now?

“Alessandro! Alessandro!” I screeched when I finally realized my legs were also bound to the footboard. I was naked and spread-eagled under the bedsheets, thank God he didn't take away the sheets. But what in God's name does he think he's doing!

“Alessandro!”

“Don't exhaust yourself, woman, I'm right here,” the devil said, coming into view in nothing but a low-hanging pair of jeans on his waist and a breakfast tray in his hands. That broad tatted chest, deliciously bared for my hungry eyes.

Not going to stare, not going to stare, not going to stare! Damn! I'm staring! How is he going to take me seriously when I'm ogling him?. But damn! He looks good! Yum!

“Untie me right this instant,” I said, my voice husky.

He arches that arrogant dark brow . I'm supposed to be angry, I'm supposed to demand he untie me this instant. Instead, I sounded out of breath.

“Please?” I begged when I saw he wasn't intimidated by my order. I had to try, right?

“I need to pee,” I lied, I really didn't, but he doesn't need to know that.

“I know you, Andrea, more than you thought. You can't lie to save your life,” he said, sitting down beside me on the bed.

“You don't need to be scared or nervous. I just want to play with you a little, I promise you won't regret it,” he promised in a husky voice. Alessandro loves foreplay, he'd said as much months ago before we started whatever this is. He was asking me to consent to his depravity,y and I was considering it. I might deny it or lie to his face, but I always end up loving whatever he does to me. He knew it, too. I bit my lips and nodded.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“That's my brave girl!” he praised proudly, his eyes staring at me with something I didn't have words for yet. As always, whenever he called me his, my heartbeat tripled, and my stomach fluttered.

“First, you'll have some breakfast, then we begin,” he said, placing a separate bowl on the dresser and bringing the rest to me.

He placed the tray on the bedside drawer, then he lifted me a little, propping pillows behind me and lifting my head. My hands and legs were left tied up.

"My hands?” I asked. Starting to rethink my decision of letting him tie me down and do wicked things to me. That thought should have frightened me, but instead I pressed my thighs together.

“The hands stayed the way they are. I will feed you,” he replied. He spooned some eggs and fed them to me. I chewed slowly while he watched me eat, feeding me the pancakes, eggs, and a glass of orange juice. When I was half full, he took away the rest of the food.

“What are you doing?”

“You're full.”

“I'm not, I still want more. I don't know if you've noticed or if I've told you this. But I'm pregnant, Alessandro, I eat a lot now.” I pointed out sarcastically. He only chuckled and opened one of the chaise drawers. I expected his hand to come out with a nipple clamp or something. But it was only a scrap of white silk. What's he up to? I wonder.

“Can't have you too full, not yet anyway,” he muttered, his eyes gleaming.

I was certain he wasn't talking about food. He leaned over me, his knee on the bed. He cupped the back of my head and lifted it, placing the cloth over my eyes. It was too late when I realized his intentions. He was going to blindfold me.

“Hey! You didn't say anything about this,” I argued, twisting my head.

But I was already blind to everything around me. Alessandro yanked the only cover I have, leaving me naked and tied up for his pleasure alone! Instantly, my nipples tighten.

“I didn't say anything about my plans for you either,” he drawled, tracing a single finger around my nipple. I shiver.

“But that's the beauty of it, the anticipation and loss of sight will amplify everything, the sensation, more intense than you ever knew. Trust me in this, tell me you do.” I do trust him.

“Yes!” I gasped when he pinched the same nipple.

“Good.”

He stood up from the bed, taking his finger away from my aching nipple. For a while, there was no sound, no movement, which made me nervous. Anticipation made my stomach ache. I turned my head from left to right, wondering where he was. The early morning wind stroked over my naked flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake. I was entirely at Alessandro's mercy.

“Alessandro?”

“Alessandro!” I called a little louder, about to panic.

“I'm right here. Relax for me, Andrea,” his voice was much closer, suddenly I felt something very cold on one of my nipples and then the other.

I gasped, shivering, wondering what it was. Was it ice? A low moan escaped me when his hot mouth covered one nipple and sucked hard. I arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him.

Alessandro licks away the coldness, his tongue swirling around my nipple and replacing it with his warmth, then he switches to the other nipple and does the same. The combination of cold and hot was intense, the feeling amazing! I want more.

“Fuck you look hot!” Something glided over my skin, tingling my nipples, and when it finally reached my pussy I gasped. But before I could find out what it was, it had suddenly gone.

Then I felt it again, feather light, stroking over heated flesh, between my breasts, over tight nipples, down my quivering stomach, stroking my thighs, and finally at my sex, it feels like leather or feathers, I don't really know which, but it arouses me to a fever pitch.

I was going mad with need. He hadn't touched me much, but I was already so wet. Pulling and twisting at the cuffs, restricting my movements.

“Be a good girl, and I will reward you later.” I stopped moving when I felt him kneel between my spread thighs, his hands stroking over my thighs, massaging. Then he stopped. I suddenly felt his palm on my pussy, slapping hard. I gasped.

“Alessandro!”

“Hush, you'll like it.” Then his palm came down hard again, three more times, and he rubbed the sting away. It hurt a little, but I couldn't explain the feeling. He did it again, spanking my pussy, hitting my clit every time. I moan, whimper, sob, and twist.

Wanting to run away but needing more. Then he moved away. I felt his breath on me before his lips touched mine, parting my mouth with his tongue, sipping from my mouth. I kissed him back eagerly; he tasted of coffee and cream, and I never wanted the kiss to end.

He kissed me, softly, thoroughly, his mouth going down my body, his lips, teeth, and tongue, kissing, biting, and licking.

When he reached between my thighs again, he did it again, striking my folds. I whimper, twisting and lifting my hips for more. His voice was deep, dark, and husky as he growled.

“Ahh, Vixen, you were meant for me, look at you! So wet, see how you're begging for more. You like it too much, don't you?” Oh, I do, I really do! I bite my lips from admitting it.

My face flamed with shame knowing how drenched I was from his pussy spanking, Alessandro's fingers spread me wide for his mouth. His tongue dragged through my wetness.

“You're so drenched, Andrea. So ready for my cock already? But I'm not done playing Vixen,”

“Please,” I begged. “I can't wait that long, not after that.”

“Please, I need you now, Ales…sandro…mmm,” I moaned loudly when he wiggled his tongue over my clit, as two of his fingers sank into me, he just left them there, not thrusting or stroking.

“Not yet,” he drawled, then closed his mouth over my clit. He sucked hard, once, twice, the third time I detonated, moaning and trembling, pulling at my chains and coming into his mouth, while his tongue prodded me deeper for more of my juices.

I was more sensitive than I ever was. Being blindfolded amplifies every touch, every stroke, and kiss. just like he said it would.

Alessandro finally left my poor pussy alone and climbed over me. I could tell he was naked. His massive cock leaves trails of something wet on my skin. Until he hovered over me, his knees were suddenly around my upper waist near my torso. His cock so close to my mouth. Tapping on my lips.

“Open your mouth, Vixen,” I imagine Alessandro wants to fuck my mouth. I imagine looking into his dark eyes, his cock hard and proud, waiting for me to take him inside my hot mouth. What I didn't expect, however, was strawberry dip in whipped cream pushed into my waiting mouth.

“Eat,”

Flavor exploded on my tongue as I chewed slowly. Then he fed me another one, also dipped in cream. I chew it faster, now waiting for more. Alessandro pushed something hard yet soft into my mouth. Instantly, I realize it's the bulbous head of his cock. I suck then lick his cock. tasting the whipped cream.

“Ahh, that's it, suck my cock, Vixen.” His groans and words make me even hotter. I sucked his cock like it was my favorite flavor of lollipop, swirling my tongue around his tip, widening my mouth so I could take him deeper.

Just when I thought he was going to take control and fuck my mouth hard, he took his cock away. I whimper, not ready to give up his delicious taste.

Alessandro fed me another strawberry with his mouth. I bite into the fruit and chew. Some of the juice spills from the corner of my mouth, and he licks it away.

Then, his mouth covers mine. Kissing me once again, sharing the strawberry with me, his mouth took over until I melted for him.

Then he moved away, his hands touching my legs, then my hands. Is he going to unchain me? I thought when I moved my leg and felt I was no longer chained, but before I could make any more movement.

He gently flipped me over on my stomach, then quickly put back the chains and cuffs. For some minutes, I couldn't feel him, couldn't hear him.

“What are you doing, Alessandro?” I asked nervously. While blindfolding heightened the senses and made foreplay pleasurable, it also unnerved me whenever I couldn't feel or hear him. I'm already one sense short.