Catarina
But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll never break free if I stay in this cage.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited. I need to see you. I want to see how you made yourself come, how you touched yourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside you.”
The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s face flashes in my mind—what if she finds out? My hesitation is short-lived. An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers slip from my chin and move to the waistband of my leggings. I gasp as he swiftly pulls them down, the cool air against my heated skin making me shiver.
He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he places his large hands on my knees, I manage to find my voice. “What are you doing?”
He pauses, a flicker of unease crossing his face. “What am I doing?” It’s unclear whether he’s asking me or himself.
The heat between us seems to cool slightly, and my heart sinks with the thought of him stopping. I don’t want him to pull away. I want his touch, his care. I want to surrender to him.
My thighs part involuntarily, my body betraying me. “Please,” I beg, locking eyes with him. The desire between us is palpable, and I know that when we finally touch, it will be explosive. “Touch me.”
He weighs his options for half a second before leaning back in his chair. I watch his grip on the arms of the chair tighten. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my pussy, and I like it. “Lie back, take off your thong, and touch yourself.”
I don’t dare question him. I want this bad enough that I’ll do anything. With trembling hands, I grip the band of fabric and tug my soaked thong down my legs. I’m completely bare and at his mercy. I let my eyes flutter closed, shyness overtaking me. I try to sink into the moment while I slip a hand down my slim belly to alleviate the ache in my core.
“Open your eyes. I want to watch you and look into your eyes when you shatter. Now, show me how you made your pretty pussy come.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. The crotch of his pants stands straight up for me. He could have any woman, like the hot blonde from the patio. Yet, it’s my pussy he’s staring at when I part my legs wider to give him a better view.
He doesn’t say a word. Then again, he doesn’t have to. The deep, vibrating groan that slips out gives everything away. And that’s all the courage I need. Holding a breath in my lungs, I drag a fingertip through my wet slit. Rivulets of pleasure zing along my spine. Gianni’s gaze darkens, narrowing in on the movement, and his angular jaw tightens.
“Were you this wet for me that night?”
“Yes.” The words are tight with desire, excitement, and wonder. I watch with amazement as he comes undone, his white-knuckle grip on the chair telling me he would rather touch me.
“You’re just as perfect as I imagined. Did you play with your tiny clit? I bet you rubbed it furiously, wishing it was my tongue flicking it and my fingers in you. Didn’t you? You wished I was finger fucking you until you creamed on my face. Show me. Make yourself come.”
My body is a live wire; tension cracks in the air, ratcheting up with every stroke of my fingertip against my throbbing bundle of nerves.
He’s watching me. His dark gaze penetrates the deepest confines of my soul. The desire in those depths makes it hard for me to breathe.
I don’t think I have a choice to come or not. My pussy is tightening, my fingers coated, and wetness pools under my ass cheeks and down onto his desk. The tension is unbearable, and my heart is going to explode if it races like this much longer.
I need to come. I need to.
He’s watching me.
“Fuck, you’re making a mess of my desk with your pussy juices. But it’s okay. I’ll lick the fucking desk clean as soon as you wretch every drop out of yourself. Come for me, beautiful.”
“Oh, god.” I groan, my muscles tightening. I’m walking a tightrope of pleasure, and the end is in sight. Adding more pressure, I rub faster. The friction is enough to push me over the edge. “I’m close!” I gasp, whining. I’m needy, grinding my hips, beckoning him to take me.
“Stop.”
The singular word rings loud enough that I freeze with my finger against my clit. Just a little more pressure and I’d explode. Every muscle in my body grows taut. Did I do something wrong? Before I can timidly ask, he wheels himself flush with the desk and wraps his arms around my open thighs.
My gaze catches on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and his cheeks, which are tinged pink. “If you’re worried you did something wrong, you didn’t. In fact, you did everything right. I’m just a selfish prick with a need for control.”
I want to tell him he’s not, but I can’t make the words come out. I’m still caught up in the fact I was just cock-blocked.
He gives me a smile that I imagine the devil gives those who sell their soul to him. “Continue… you’re going to come for me, but only when I tell you that you can, and only for me. No one else will get to see this pussy, touch it, or lick it. If I find out anyone else has been inside you, touched you, or even thought about it from now on, the consequences will be grave. Do you understand?”
What wouldn’t I agree to now?
“Yes.” The word comes out as a pant, my heart beating so loud I wonder if he can hear it.
Lowering his head slowly, he inhales deeply through his nose. I want to break away, but there’s no way to escape him. His fingertips press into the flesh of my thighs, forcing me open. “Fuck. Just like I knew it would be. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell?”
All at once, the world explodes in light, and all it takes is the brushing of Gianni’s tongue against my clit. His hot breath against my skin. His fingers press deeper, with bruising force, holding me in place, forcing me to take the pleasure he’s so eager to give.
It’s never been like this for me. Gianni is shameless as he devours my pussy like his life depends on it. Like he’s tasted nothing so exquisite. His grunts, and heavy panting, drive me as wild as the friction against my clit. Every slap of his tongue over the bundle of nerves sends me higher, and I’m almost to the point I was before he stopped me.
He hasn’t told me to come, but damn it, I’m going to.
“I’m… I’m coming… oh, god. Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I suck a ragged breath into my lungs, and my entire body goes rigid. “Gianni!” I scream and let the shudders of pleasure ripple through my core.
His mouth disappears from my clit, but I don’t care. I’m coming; blissful shockwaves ripple through me. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life. Breathing erratically, I’m only vaguely aware of him pushing away from me to stand.
It’s finally happening.
He’s going to fuck me. I need him inside me. I’m ready. Ready to take his cock. I know he’s big, bigger than Luciano or any man I’ve ever seen, but I can handle it.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have touched you. Tasted you.” The regret in his voice is so thick it almost chokes me.
I blink, confused by what he’s saying. “What…” I start but then stop, the orgasm from moments before forgotten while I fumble my way through sitting up. The desk is wet beneath my ass, and I slide against the wood, nearly falling. “I don’t understand.”
“This never should’ve happened.” I can see the war waging in his eyes when our gazes clash. I can’t imagine how I look right now. A cold sweat breaks out over my skin, and I watch while he gathers my thong, leggings, and flats.
His expression goes from conflicted to ice cold once he’s face to face with me again. Pressing the items into my hands, he directs his gaze at the floor. “Put your stuff on and get out of my sight.”