His finger trails from next to my eye, down my cheeks and caresses the curve of my lips. “So sensual to look at and soft to touch. I’m going to undress you now. Would you like the cameras on or off? You have a choice.”
My heart begins to race as I contemplate the question. “We’re in a safe place, and I don’t want others to watch us. Can you turn them off?”
He stands and hits a button on the wall that turns the green light of the cameras off before taking my hand and drawing me to him. “Turn around.”
My mouth dries as my blood continues to race. I do as he asks, and his hand moves the length of my hair from my back, draping it across the front of my shoulder. His fingers adeptly draw the long zipper of my dress down the length of my spine sending desire spilling into my core.
He finishes unzipping me in back and then slides the off the shoulder dress down, letting it spill to the floor leaving me completely bare. “You are more beautiful than I imagined,” he says, stroking a finger along the heated path of my spine, letting a hand settle around each side of my waist, following the indent to the curve of my hips. “So lovely. Turn around and look at me.” It’s not a question, but a command that heats my core and makes me wet.I like him in control.
I don’t waste time thinking about what he’s asked. He takes my hand, assisting my balance in the strappy heels as I step out of the dress that lays pooled around us. His eyes are steady on mine, while his fingers trace the beat of my pulse down the sensitive length of my neck, slowly dipping into my cleavage before his fingers begin stroking both of my breasts, teasing them between fingers, slowly and gently and then more firmly until I’m softly moaning with the pleasure that he brings.
My mouth opens slightly, absorbing the pleasure of his touch. Not once has anyone touched me like this, slow, unhurried, intended purely for my pleasure and not their own. “So responsive,” he whispers as he draws a path south with a trailing finger, exploring my navel before moving to the soft fuzzy area of my mound.
He runs his fingers through the well cared for area. “I like this, it’s soft, smooth and…” his finger slides right over that little button, causing my body to jolt, before gathering wetness from my center and doing it again. “We’re going slow tonight, I want to understand what you like.”
My legs tremble slightly. He immediately places his arms beneath my legs and gathers me to his chest before laying me on the bed, positioning me just so. “We’re not going to use restraints, but I want you to keep your feet on the foot of the bed, positioned exactly as I place them, do you understand? Even if it makes you nervous, keep your legs open for me. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now close your eyes, and don’t open them until I ask you to.”
I inhale a deep breath, the vulnerability of my legs and inability to see almost becoming too much. But I am determined to indulge in the entire experience. He moves to the other side of the room, the only sound the soft tread of his shoes meeting the tile floor.
My thoughts go back to the implements and other items that were on the wall on the other side of the room. A refrigerator, sink, microwave, a large fruit bowl, wine glasses and water glasses made from crystal on the other short wall. And that large wall of implements that causes my thighs to clench.
My remaining senses are amplified. He starts to return across the floor after a clinking sound. My mouth gapes.He’s actually leaving me spread eagle on the bed while he pours himself a drink.
I sense him standing over me before his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, sending ripples of anticipation through my core, but stopping long before he reaches the sensitive place that longs for his touch. My breathing comes faster, knowing that soon, he’s going to touch me there.
“The wait will make the pleasure far greater, princessa.”
His other finger strokes down the length of my other thigh. My breathing comes even faster, exposed at the mercy of whatever he wants to do. My eyes almost open, but I scrunch them closed resisting the urge to look although it takes a concentrated effort to do as he asked.
It does not go unnoticed. I am immediately rewarded with the warmth of his tongue and when the warmth and wetness connect with that special little spot I almost scream from the pleasure of it all. How does he know exactly where to touch, like I do when it’s only me at night.
I scrunch my fingertips into the bedding, bunching it up to keep from closing my legs, far too engrossed in how good it feels to think about anything else. Except letting the dark-eyed god do whatever he wants and obeying his commands.
He stops as suddenly as he began, and my entire body, stretched taught with the impending release feels the devastating loss of his touch. My eyes almost fly open when an icy cold sensation replaces the warmth. “What…”
“To cool you down, princessa. I wouldn’t want you to come before it’s time.”
7
VINCENZO
Every stroke of the ice along Anna’s heated flesh causes her legs to tremble beautifully, anticipating and waiting for what I have to give. She couldn’t be more striking. My princessa is perfect in every way, and as much as I want to dirty her with my need, that’s the way she’s going to stay. For now… Until she knows who I am, and discovers the rival’s name.
At least until the masks are off, and she knows exactly who I am. Last name, first name, I want her to know it all. She can decide for herself then if the baggage of a rival crime boss is worth the war it could start. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear her beg on the end of my tongue, or feel her thighs quiver when I finally allow her to come. And when I’ve rung every bit of pleasure from her body and kept her on edge for far too long, watching her obey me time after time, I relent. “Come for me now, princessa.”
She is perfection, obeying my command, shivering and trembling as her desire soars.
This is power, her spread before me, trusting me with her body, her pleasure. This is exactly what drives a grown, powerful man to his knees. “Open your eyes and watch while I clean you.”
Her dark eyes meet mine as I suckle her sweet juices, watching as her eyes roll backward and then blink as she looks at me again. Only when I’ve had my fill and she’s perfectly clean do I place a hand on either side of her legs to close them.
Anna’s hands rest lightly on the bedding, her pale pink nails short and beautifully manicured. That’s when I notice the marks, not bold, bloody and grotesque as they once were, but raised and scarred laying upon the delicate skin of her wrists. No restraints … this is why.
I give her both hands, and she takes them in hers without a bit of hesitation as I assist her in sitting up. Her eyes meet mine sheepishly. “I’m not used to being in the nude.”