"Oh, I plan on it." She leaned closer, blowing puffs of air as she allowed her fingers to crawl up both thighs, squeezing.
The sensations were dazzling, forcing me to inhale. Even the scent of the shower gel she'd used, floral in design was powerful enough to send another jolt of electricity straight into my aching muscles. I rubbed my hand through her hair, fisting a handful as she continued rubbing. When her fingers finally reached my belt, I held my breath, visions of tying her down and striking her bottom until it was crimson in color vivid and breath-stealing. I wanted to dominate her, own her.
Possess her.
And I would, but in my way.
She made soft sounds as she tugged on the belt, yanking the strap an inch at a time. Her face shimmered, glowing in the waning light of the sun streaming in through the open blinds. When she'd managed to free the belt, she pulled the thick leather under her nose, inhaling in an exaggerated fashion.
I was fascinated by her sinful act, the way she pretended to take control. As she eased a portion of the belt down her neck, delivering several short slaps against her nipples, I had difficulty swallowing. I wanted to be the one marking her breasts, showering her with bouts of anguish before bringing her to new heights of extreme pleasure. I held back as the show continued, her hand tightly wrapped around the strap as she undulated her hips, rising onto her knees.
"Mmmm... Do you want to spank me?"
"I will," I answered succinctly. "And often." She seemed pleased by my answer, although I knew better and still, as she slid the end of the belt between her legs, rubbing in a vigorous manner, I was losing the battle for my own control. My mind was blurred with images of whipping her pussy. Dear God, what had I turned into?
When she cracked her wrist, the sound infiltrated every section of my body, like the sweetest music. Even her slight yelp of pain was glorious, a reminder of the monster living deep inside.
"Oh..." Panting, she smacked her pussy again before holding the belt into the air, her head lowered as if out of respect. "Do you want to strike me? Do you want to beat me? I know how all men are."
I was taken aback by her question more than I cared to admit. Using just a single finger placed under her chin, I lifted her head, forcing her to look directly into my eyes. "I will never beat you, Francesca. I might be a monster, but I am not a cruel man and I will never let another man hurt you again. Pain and pleasure have nothing to do with violence. One day, I hope you can trust me."
Trust. The word alone brought connotations of caring about someone, honoring and respecting them. With all I'd done, there could never be trust between us. How could there be?
She furrowed her lovely brow, peering at me as if I'd said the wrong thing. We were caught in a moment, maybe more telling than either of us was ready for. We were both damaged souls, a product of our families and not our actions.
As of yet.
Times had changed, a new forecast on the horizon and we were in this battle together. How damn cathartic, albeit sad in many ways.
She nodded, swallowing hard before placing the belt onto the floor. Once again, she lowered her head, brushing her deft hands to my crotch, fumbling with the button and zipper. The hallowed moment had been broken. Peeling away the edges of my pants, she blew across my emerging cock as she slid the trousers past my hips.
I closed my eyes as she stroked my cockhead, using a single finger in a gentle manner. I remained tense for no other reason than all the vile things that continued to float in my mind. I'd always been a dominating lover, but this was something else entirely. I was fueled by her actions, the tender manner as the pads of her fingers rolled down the underside of my shaft.
Purring again, she lifted my cock, dancing her fingers down to the base then wrapping them around, squeezing.
I blinked several times, trying to focus, even attempting to think clearly and tugged on her hair. A reminder. A need.
Near desperation.
She responded by dragging my pants to the floor, helping me get out of the confines. Then she crowded closer, just under me, one hand wrapping around my swollen balls. She knew exactly how to drive a man insane, rolling my testicles between her fingers as she used her other hand, drawing my cockhead to her hot little mouth. The single dart of her tongue across my sensitive slit forced my legs to shake. Her short, seductive laugh only added fuel to the fire.
"Suck me," I demanded, my voice husky with raging desire.
"Yes. Sir." Her emphasis was followed by wrapping her mouth around the tip of my cock, sucking in a manner that threatened to draw the seed straight from my balls. She used enough pressure squeezing my swollen sac to force a series of pants from my mouth.
God, the woman was on fire, dragging me into a combustible state.
She took my cock down an inch at a time, her tongue swirling. So wet. So damn hot. With every stroke of her hand moving up to meet her mouth, I gasped. With every brutal squeeze of pressure, I saw stars.
Finally unable to control myself, I jutted my hips forward, impaling her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. There was no sound of gagging, no fighting my utter control. She simply clamped her mouth around the thick invasion, her head bobbing up and down.
The excitement continued to build, every cell in my body exploding with need. I slammed my cock into her mouth, driving harder and faster, moving to the balls of my feet. I wanted her to consume every drop of my cum, liquid spewing down her throat, but sweet Jesus, I wanted more.
She moaned the entire time I fucked her mouth, her shoulders heaving as she struggled to breathe around the thickness. I loved the way her face shimmered from the slight exertion, her eyelids fluttering open and closed. I became the savage, pounding into her in a brutal manner.
More. More!
I had to have more.
I was on the brink of exploding, spilling into her but I pulled back, releasing my hold and even shoving her shoulders.
Francesca tumbled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and I could swear she was giggling, as if knowing she'd come close to breaking my resolve.
My moves just as brutal, I picked her up, tossing her onto the bed and crawling on top. I dragged her legs over my shoulders, placing the tip of my cock to her tight entrance and lowering my head. "Now, you're mine." I slowly slid my shaft inside, savoring the way her pussy lips parted, opening up like a beautiful flower for me.
She brushed her tongue across her lips, palming my chest and clawing her nails into my skin when I plunged the rest of my cock all the way inside. "Oh. Oh!"
I shuddered from the feel of her, the wetness, the way her muscles clenched like a tight vise. I held my stance for a few seconds, enjoying the electricity shooting between us before I began to pump in earnest, pulling almost all the way out then slamming into her again. And again.
She raked her nails down my chest, causing an incredible hint of pain, the same wry smile crossing her face. She was in her element-the taker being taken.
With every savage thrust, I rocked both of us, the sounds more animal than human. I strained, trying to hold back my orgasm, pushing her legs back even further. She was wide open for me, her lower lip quivering.
My balls swelled even more, ready to erupt. There would be no amount of control that kept me from filling her with my seed. I leaned back, rolling her onto her stomach, placing her long legs together before straddling her. I wrapped my hand around her hair, leaning over until I could whisper in her ear, "Nice try, little Miss Sunshine. You will never take control."
She clenched the sheets as I pulled aside her bottom, exposing her puckered hole. I positioned the tip of my cock, pressing until the tip slid inside. She stiffened, whimpering softly, her face pushed against the comforter.