Chapter 60

Chapter 60
Vito's POV
The sight of her kneeling before me, bathed in candlelight and wearing that exquisite black lace corset, was enough to drive any rational thought from my mind. Isabella. My wife. On her knees, looking up at me with those dark eyes that held equal parts desire and uncertainty.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her.
Her hands trembled against my belt, and I could see the nervous flutter of her pulse at her throat. This was new territory for her—I could tell from the way she hesitated, the way she looked to me for guidance. The thought that I would be the one to teach her, to show her how to please me, sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through my veins.
"Easy," I murmured, my voice rough with restraint. My fingers threaded through her silky hair, gentle but possessive. "There's no need to rush."
Her breath hitched at the contact, and I felt her lean slightly into my touch. Good. She was learning to accept my guidance, to trust me to lead us through this.
"Tell me what you want to do," I said softly, watching as color bloomed across her cheekbones.
"I want to..." She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to please you."
The words sent heat straight to my cock, but I kept my expression controlled. "Then show me."
Her fingers were clumsy as she worked my belt free, and I had to bite back a groan when her knuckles brushed against me through the fabric. She was taking her time, whether from nerves or deliberate teasing, I couldn't tell. But watching her learn, watching her discover her own power over me, was intoxicating.
"Isabella," I said when she paused, her hands resting against my thighs. "Look at me."
She lifted her eyes to mine, and even through my dark glasses, I could see the desire burning there beneath her uncertainty.
"You're in control here," I told her, my thumb stroking along her cheekbone. "I'll guide you, but this is yours to give. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her breath coming faster now.
"Good girl." The praise made her shiver visibly. "Now, take your time. Learn what you like. Learn what I like."
Her fingers worked my zipper with growing confidence, and when she finally freed me, I heard her sharp intake of breath. I was already hard, my cock straining toward her, and the way she stared made my restraint slip another notch.
"Touch me," I commanded, my voice rougher than I intended.
Her hand wrapped around me tentatively at first, then with more certainty as she felt my reaction. I guided her movements, showing her the rhythm that made my breathing hitch, the pressure that had me gripping the arms of my chair.
"Use your mouth," I ordered, my fingers tightening in her hair. "I want to feel those pretty lips around my cock."
She hesitated for just a moment, then leaned forward. The first tentative touch of her tongue made me curse under my breath. Then she grew bolder, taking more of me, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.
"Fuck," I groaned, watching her work. "Just like that, Isabella. Take more."
She obeyed, her lips stretching around me as she took me deeper. I could see tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she didn't pull away.
"Look at me," I demanded, and when she lifted those dark eyes to mine, her mouth still full of my cock, I nearly lost control completely. "So fucking beautiful like this. On your knees, serving your husband."
I set the pace then, my hand guiding her head as she learned to take me the way I needed. She gagged slightly when I pushed too deep, but she didn't pull away, just adjusted and kept going. Such a good girl. My good girl.
When I was close—too close—I gently pulled her away despite her soft sound of protest.
"Enough," I growled, pulling her away before I lost control completely. She looked up at me with swollen lips and glazed eyes, a string of saliva still connecting her mouth to my cock. Fucking perfect.
"Get on the desk," I ordered, my voice harsh with command. "Now."
Her eyes widened but she obeyed without question. I wheeled myself closer, my hands rough as I pushed her legs apart.
My fingers already working to remove what remained of her lingerie.
I tore the delicate lace away from her body with little care for the expensive fabric. She gasped at the sudden exposure, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but I caught her wrists.
The corset joined the ruined panties on the floor, leaving her completely bare before me. I could see her pulse racing at her throat, could smell her arousal in the air between us.
"Spread your legs wider," I ordered, and she complied with a whimper that went straight to my cock. "Good girl. Now stay still and let me taste what's mine."
The sight of her spread across my desk, hair fanned out like dark silk, body flushed with arousal—it was a vision I would remember for the rest of my life.
I kissed my way down her body, taking my time with each sensitive spot, until I reached the edge of her lace panties. The scrap of fabric was already damp, evidence of her arousal that made my own need spike higher.
"Please," she whispered, her hands fisting in my hair.
I loved hearing her beg. Loved knowing I could reduce this strong, stubborn woman to breathless pleas. But tonight was about showing her pleasure, about teaching her body to crave my touch above all others.
I hooked my fingers in the lace and drew it slowly down her legs, savoring the way she trembled under my touch. Then I settled between her thighs, my hands holding her open for me.
The first touch of my tongue drew a cry from her lips that went straight to my cock. She tasted like honey and desire, and I couldn't get enough. I took my time, learning every fold, every sensitive spot, every rhythm that made her hips buck against my mouth.
Her hands were in my hair, holding me against her as I worked her toward her peak. I could feel her getting close—the way her breathing changed, the way her thighs trembled, the desperate little sounds she made when I found just the right spot.
"Vito, I'm—"
"I know," I murmured against her. "Let go for me, Isabella. Let me hear you come."
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, and she shattered with a cry that echoed through the room. Her body arched off the desk, her hands gripping my hair so tightly it almost hurt, and I worked her through every wave of pleasure until she collapsed boneless beneath me.