But what’s pain without a little pleasure?” I whisper, nipping at her ear. “It’s okay, little bird. I don’t have to take your ass tonight. There is always tomorrow, or months from now. Soon enough though, I’ll take your ass, Caterina. And when I do<b>, </b><b>you’ll </b>be begging me to do it.”
She lets out a guttural moan as I tease her ass, and I wonder how much of it is anticipation running underneath her fear. <b>I’m </b>vividly reminded of how difficult that first thrust inside her pussy is, and the thought of her tight ass struggling to take my cock as well excites me. So tiny and fragile. The fa
fact that I could so easily break her, but I choose not to.
“You’ve been bad<b>, </b>which means you must be punished,” I tell her. Unfortunately, none of my methods have worked so far<b>, </b>so instead of denying you what you want, your punishment should be making you see how easily your body betrays you. <b>It </b>knows how bad you want and need me, yet somehow you deny yourself that.<b>” </b>
My cock is hard as steel, dripping with excitement against her ass. Soon, so very soon. First, I’m going to make her beg for it.
“I’ll show you again and again,” I promise. “Even if I have to fuck you every single day, every hour of the day, during my meetings, bouncing you on my cock while I’m on business calls<b>. </b>I’ll do it. Nothing will thrill me more than filling you with my cum, and watching it drip down your legs. Even if I have to tie you to my bed, feed you<b>, </b>and bathe you, I will make you see that we are real and that you are mine.”
“Please!” she gasps. “Fuck me, please! I’m dying!” Her juices <b>coat </b>my knuckles, and I fuck her ass faster<b>, </b>the single digit pumping inside her.
“Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, and maybe I’ll give us both the relief we want.”
“Oh, god. Gianni. Please fuck me. Please.”
I look down to where my finger disappears inside her ass. <b>I </b>can’t wait to see my cock there. “Shit, the way your ass takes my finger, squeezing it so tightly, your slick pussy gushes over my palm. You’re such a good girl, Caterina. I can’t wait to rece my fingers with my cock.”
“Gianni!!!” she cries, and her nails dig into the counter. Every muscle in her body tightens like a bowstring that’s ready to send an arrow sailing right into my heart.
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes, give it to me. Fuck me. I want your big fat cock inside me. Please,” she begs so prettily. I can’t wait any longer, not with her writhing against me. I pull my finger from her tight ass. The scent of her musky arousal fills my nostrils as I take my leaking cock into my hand. I stroke it, using the pre–cum as a lubricant<b>, </b>before I bring it to her entrance. With one deep stroke, I’m inside her.
“Ohhhh.” There’s nothing like that first stroke with her, where she struggles to take my entire length. I love knowing that she’s never been with a man as big as me. She pushes up onto her tiptoes before settling back down again. Her legs tremble, a low moan releasing from between her parted lips that rises in pitch <b>each </b>time I m against her.
I punish her with my cock, taking her hard and fast. “Look at me, pant, tightening the belt until she does as I say. “Mine. You’re mine. Don’t you dare look away, or I’ll stop fucking you.” With every stroke, I break her down further, leaving her
helpless.
When I bend her forward to give myself room to y with her ass again, she almost howls, jerking her hips, meeting me thrust
for thrust.
“You think this is good?” I demand, pumping my finger into her ass in tandem with my cock. “Soon, I’m going to use a plug on you. I’ll get this tight hole ready for my cock by stretching it out.”
She whimpers–then<b>, </b>all at once, the fluttering of her muscles turns into tightening, clenching, as it massages my shaft. Her greedy pussy wants to milk me, but I hold back, pushing through the impulse to let go. Fucking her through all of it while she moans helplessly, the orgasm stretching on and on until she loses her breath.
“My beautiful little bird.” I pull her back again, holding her close, and watch as tears slip down her <b>cheeks</b>. My beautiful<b>, </b><b>fragile </b>
little bird is <b>so </b>easily broken<b>, </b>and <b>so </b>entirely mine. Her eyes bulge wider the tighter I cinch the belt until her skin <b>goes </b>from red to purple<b>, </b>and a rattling noise stirs in her throat.
All at once, I let go of the belt and she sucks in a ragged breath while I pull my cock that’s dripping with nectar from pussy<b>. </b>“On your knees,” I order. She’s still gasping and shaking but offers zero resistance as I push her to her knees in front of me. “Open that pretty mouth. Nice and wide for me.”
She gags at first when I plunge in all at once, hitting the back of her throat. Her tears wet my hands as I take her face between them and fuck her throat until her weak gagging and the pping of my wet balls against her chin fill the room. <b>“</b>Do you want me to paint your face with my cum?” I ask.
The way she moans in response leaves me panting. Made for me. She is made for me.
“So close… So close, Caterina…” She holds on to my thighs with both hands, saliva dripping down her chin<b>, </b>coating my sack. Doing her best, she works her tongue on the underside of my <b>cock </b>until the weight in my balls can’t be ignored any longer.
The tingling at the base of my spine explodes into sheer bliss as <b>I </b><b>pull </b>out and take aim. “Get ready.” I only have time to grunt before sshing her tongue and swollen lips with the first sticky ropes of cum. My ears ring<b>, </b>my chest rising and falling so rapidly I swear it’s about to explode. If it does, at least thest sight I’ll enjoy will be that of my cum painting her beautiful face. By the time I finish, she’s dripping with it, and there’s never been a more beautiful sight in my entire life.
She’s still on her knees when I remove the belt. Then I wet a hand towel the sink. She doesn’t say a word as I help her to her feet, steadying her when she sways slightly. My touch is gentle now, careful as I clean her. Our eyes meet, and she immediately turns away, touching something deep inside me. Did I hurt her? Had I been too rough? I was sure to take care of her, ensuring she enjoyed everything. I might have been a little delirious, but I would’ve known if she wasn’t into it, right?
After pulling on shorts, I walk back out into the hall to grab her leggings. She still won’t look at me, even as I help her step into
them.
“Won’t you at least say something?” I finally ask. It’s apparent that something is weighing on her now that everything’s over. She’s thinking clearly again.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers. Her voice is hoarse, husky, and I wish she would say more. The sound only reminds me of how wholly I controlled her. I have to keep her here tonight. need to talk to her; I need to hear her raspy voice in the dark.
I can’t let her go now.
I’m about to open my mouth to ask her to stay, when she says, “I’d better
go.”
That’s it. No exnation<b>, </b>no apologies.
All I can do is fight my natural instinct that tells me to order her to stay, no matter how much I need her. What I truly need more is for her to want to be here. “I see,” I sigh heavily. <b>“</b>Don’t let me keep you.‘
Her brows draw together for a split second–like she can’t believe I would let her go without a fight. When I offer nothing else of a response, she backs out of the bathroom, still watching me like she’s expecting a sudden change of heart.
Remember, you are trying to do this the right way.
in ce Yes, and that’s the only thing keeping me from demanding she gets in my bed and stays there. I force myself to <b>re </b>while her soft, rapid footsteps fade to silence. I hate this. Hate letting her go and watching her leave, however it’s a necessary evil. I can’t have her if she doesn’t want me, even if keeping her is the only way I can continue to breathe. If my little bird refuses to be mine, I guess I’ll have to get used to death.
Because without her, death appears to be the only option.