GIANNI


    I was trying to give her an option without saying it t–out, and now she’s on her knees at my feet like an obedient little girl. I’m not sure I would’ve let her walk out of here if she had tried<b>; </b>nevertheless, it feels like progress on my part. My cock is hard as concrete, and there’s nothing more that I want to do than fuck her right here on the floor, but I have a point to prove.


    If I’m to win her back, I’ll have to use her one weakness against her. Her body. I feel like an asshole for doing it this way. However, she’s beyond reason when I’m not touching her, and there’s no way I’ll ever let her go. Reaching for my belt, I undo it. The sound of the metal nking makes her pretty blue eyes widen smidge more. I tug it free and hold it in one hand. She looks at the leather instead of me, and I can already picture her conjuring all kinds of thoughts.


    “What are you going to do? Spank me?” Her voice quivers, and I wonder if it’s from fear or arousal. Probably the first guessing from the way fear licks the corners of her gaze.


    I don’t want her to be afraid. I want her to be liquid in my hands. Pinching her chin between my fingers, I force her to look at me. “While spanking you seems very tempting right now, I get the feeling it would be nothing but a mere reward for you. So I have something else nned. Tonight I’m going to show you who owns you.” Her delicate throat bobs as she swallows and I release her chin, taking the belt into both hands.


    “Put your head down,” I order, and she drops her head forward almost instantly. Fuck. She’s so submissive when she wants to be and stubborn every other time. I bring the belt around her neck and listen as an audible gasp meets my ears. I don’t say a word, letting her draw her own conclusions as I fasten it around her neck, ensuring it’s snug but not so tight that she can’t breathe. The leather presses against her slim throat, and with nothing more than a tug, I’ll be inplete control. I pull on it gently as soon as I’m finished, forcing her to look up at me.


    Desire shimmers in her blue eyes when they meet mine, and she looks like a damn masterpiece naked from the waist down. Her lips are plump, her pussy exposed, all with my belt around her delicate little neck.


    “Let’s go,” I growl. My own desire for her makes it difficult for me to follow through on what I want to do. She looks exquisite, and I want to thrust my cock deep inside her. She goes to push up off the floor, but I smirk and press a hand to her shoulder. “No, little bird. You’ll crawl for me while I hold onto the belt. Then when we reach the bedroom, I’m going to fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop.”


    “Oh god,” she whimpers, still doing as I instruct. I tug on the belt, guiding us down the hall. It takes every ounce of fucking strength inside me not to put an end to this and take her from behind, ending both our misery for release. I grit my teeth and remind myself that the wait will be worth the reward. Tugging the belt harder, I make her move faster. A breathless mewl escapes her and the sound goes straight to my cock.


    “Keep up, little bird. You don’t want me to fuck you out in this hall. Anyone coulde out and find you like this. Do you want that?” It’s a lie. I would never let anyone see her like this, much less let them watch me fuck her. I’d cut their eyes out of their skulls before allowing that to happen, except what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Moving faster, her hands p against the stone floor. I smirk, staring down at her pussy, watching as her arousal coats the inside of her thighs. It’s beautiful how her pussy drips for me.


    “Would you really let someone see me like this?” she asks, almost breathless.


    All I can do is smile, “Of course not, little bird. There are no guards inside the house at night, and if someone did happen to see you in this position they’d never live to tell a soul.”


    “Good,” she whispers in reply and continues to let me guide her to the bedroom. I notice the small trail of liquid that seems to follow her. She’s so turned–on she’s making a mess of the floor.


    “You’re making a mess of my floor. Maybe we should turn around and I can have you lick up this mess you’re making.” She doesn’t reply, and I pull on the belt tighter, enjoying the harsh breath she takes.


    “Please, Gianni, please fuck me. I’m dying.” Her begging is adorable, but I’m not ready to give in just yet.


    “Keep crawling. Let’s go into the bathroom.” Of course she follows my demands, her movements quicker now. She’s desperate for my cock, and I can’t me her.


    By the time we reach the bathroom<b>, </b>I’m close to blowing my load. m barely restraining myself. Tugging on the belt, I force her to stand. Her legs are shaky, although she manages when I grip her by the hip to steady her. “Put one leg up here. Spread yourself wide for me. I want to see my pussy, and how turned on being my pet makes you.”


    “Yes, please. God. I swear if you don’t fuck me soon.”


    “Shhh,” I growl into her ear and watch as she lifts her leg onto the marble counter, disying her swollen pussy. She’s so turned–on, her clit is engorged. I’m not surprised. I’ve yed back in my mind how easily I made her pussy squirt back at the club.


    I tear off my clothes and shove them to the floor, not caring that I’ve ripped fabric or buttons in the process. Grabbing onto the belt once more, I wrap it around my fist, once, then twice, forcing her back against my front. She’s teetering right on the edge of the marble, barely able to stay put.


    I meet her gaze in the mirror. “Look at you. Look at what I do to you. Do you see it? Do you see how bad you want this? How bad you want me? Yet, you deny what we share. You deny that I want you and that I want to be with you. Does this look like a man who doesn’t want you? Does this look like you don’t want me?” Her blue eyes shimmer, and I wonder if she’s going to cry. I don’t want to break my little bird, but I also need to prove a point. need to prove that she is mine, and that we’re one.


    I’m never letting her go, so she needs to ept that fact now.


    “Gianni, this isn’t about us,” she groans.


    “Oh, but it is, little bird. It’s always been about us. We both know what this does to you. How it feels, letting me touch your body.” She lets out a strangled moan while the skin of her cheeks and throat start turning a pretty red color as I pull the belt


    tighter.


    “There’s nothing more beautiful,” I whisper in her ear, peering into her eyes in the mirror, “than watching you melt into pleasure. It’s happening right now. Your eyes darken, and your lips part so you can breathe.”


    “I need more than this,” she whispers, closing her eyes, softening against my chest.


    “More?” I know what she means, but rather than giving her what she wants, I let my fingers slide through her slick heat to circle her puckered asshole.


    Her body goes stiff as I pepper kisses along her throat until she loosens up. “Tell me you want me to take your ass.” Now that she’s good and slick, I begin to probe deeper, toying with her. Seeing how far she’ll let me go. When she whimpers, I sink in up to my first knuckle. So tight. “Tell me. Say… Gianni, I want you to fuck my ass.”


    “No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “It would hurt too much. I don’t want that.”


    Still stubborn.