Tommaso

I try to sit beside her but the jolt wakes her up disoriented and dazed. She slept well. Long enough. She gets up instantly and lets out a sigh, probably thinking it is only her in the room.

But as she turns her face to the left, she sees me and gasps. My expression softens as I meet her gaze but I feel her anger surging. Her brows furrow and she frowns.

She rolls her hands into small fists. Cute.

“How did you get in?!” she hollers, forgetting who I am, and who she is and what I can do.

“This is my house. What do you mean, how did I get in?” I smirk.

“Prick,” I hear her mutter under her breath.

“This is not funny. Invading my privacy like this.” She spits the words at me. Control yourself, Tommaso. Go easy. I try not to give a flying fuck about her attitude. I just blink and my eyes sweep down her legs and back. What a beauty.

“You should be wearing satin or silk,” I breathe. “But even in my t-shirt, you look beautiful.” She suddenly looks taken aback and stretches the fabric away from her body, as if realizing just now that it’s not her size.

I keep standing in front of her, staring intently. The same powerful gaze she has been trying to avoid. She tries to avert her eyes but keeps looking back. She is giving in. After all, I am too fine-looking to ignore. Charismatic, too.

Perhaps, someday she will stop seeing me as a monster.

“You slept for quite a while. Is headache better? The housekeeper mentioned it.” I ask. She looks at her watch. Then stares at me long and hard. Probably wondering if I was here the whole time she was asleep. She starts to squirm under my gaze.

“None of your damn concern,” she spats.

“Yeah, I think it’s better now,” I scoff. My strategy for the remainder of the day is clear, keep a close eye on her. I cannot afford to leave her on her own. She’s volatile. But I can make my charm break through her defenses. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

I smirk, leaning against the wall near the bed. God. I want to grab her and kiss her. Hard. She gets up immediately before I inch any closer to her. But I corner her against the wall, and place my arms on her sides before she has a chance to slip away.

“You know,” I start, “avoiding me won’t make the day go by any faster.”

She shoots me a pointed look. “I have work to do. Real work.”

“Oh right. And you work for me, actually.” I say.

She stops midway. “My phone–” The realization hits her, she does work for me, added to the fact that I still have her phone with me. Laptop too.

“Consider this a break from work. “I whisper. I can feel her warm breath on my nose and lips as I get closer to her. The aroma of her perfume. That same matchless and captivating fragrance that pulled me to her that night at The Odeon.

She meets my gaze for a fleeting second but immediately looks down at the floor. It’s too much to handle. Her proximity.

‘Let me go.’ she whispers ever so lightly, trying to push me away. She stops her hands on my chest and drags them down. Feeling my abs. My muscles.

Kiss her, the voice in my mind yells. She stands motionless, waiting for my next step. I can’t step away. And she knows that too. I can feel my own hunger in the way I am breathing now. And hers too, in the way she is eyeing me.

“Please.” She implores. But it comes out as a soft moan, her eyes becoming murkier and starving. Fuck, Ella. She makes me go hard in a single second.

She raises her lips and squeezes her eyes shut, and in the nanosecond that our lips touch, the nature of the kiss changes, wildfire spreading through my veins from the intimate point of contact, driving me to her. I want to devour her.

Suddenly, her fingers are curling in my hair as I grab her and pin her against the wall, my hands framing her face, holding her to my lips as our tongues thrash against each other.

And I don’t know if it’s the heat of her skin on my hands making everything much more real, but I feel her desire, her hunger, and my own passion. Fuck. I want her. I want her all.

I drag my face from hers, breathing ravenously, my hips still pinning her to the wall, my erection digging into her stomach. I clasp her butt with force and she moans. That sweet, raspy voice.

I take a finger down her breast and circle it around her navel. She squirms, and I can tell that she’s getting wet. I gradually move my hand towards her groin and tap on her clit. Then, pinch it. Her sweet juices ooze out of her pussy and my fingers get wet and sticky with them. Fuck.

I jolt two fingers inside her pussy and she gasps. But I take them out immediately. Then push them back into her with more force. She pants as I start to finger her. She moves with my rhythm as I hit the spot, panting into my mouth as I kiss her.

“More?” I grunt. She nods her head ferociously, and I suddenly remove my fingers.

She gasps and wails in protest. “More!”

I tap her clit then put just one finger inside her this time. She squirms, asking for more but I only give her the tip of my finger.

“Please.” The voice comes out of her like a whine. I love it when she begs, so I put two fingers inside again and rub the insides of her walls with a delicious rhythm. I feel her pussy quivering, ready to come on my hand. AH. She starts panting but I remove myself, leaving her on the edge.

“NO.” She groans and grasps my hand.

“Whoa, easy, naughty girl,” I murmur, pushing her back, and placing my hand on her throat.

“Fuck,” she whispers back, dragging a welcome breath into her lungs. I look at her, eyes blazing. I trace her lower lip with my thumb, pressing a bit too hard.

Then I step back and take her hand, her eyes darker now. “Come with me,” I order, moving towards the bed now. It’s beyond erotic. I want her. In any way I can get her.

I take her t-shirt off slowly, my fingers warm on her cold skin. I love the feel of it.

She stares at the door, and I smile, assuring her that I locked it again. Bending down I whisper softly in her ear, “be a good girl now. And do as I say.” She groans as her body shivers in response.

Removing my jacket, I place it over the t-shirt. I pause, and stare at her for a moment, drinking her in. She is in a red bra from the guest room’s closet, but not wearing any panties. I never got her any. But I’m glad rather than sorry. She is enjoying my ravenous gaze.

“You know, Ella,” I say softly as I trail towards her, undoing my bow tie so it hangs from either side of my neck, then undoing the top three buttons of my shirt. “I was mad at you when I found out it was you who wanted to expose me. And I’ve been wanting to teach you a lesson ever since.” She gulps.

“Now is the time for your overdue lesson.” My eyes narrow down on her groin. My mouth presses into a line, and I slowly lick my upper lip. I want her on me.

“Please,” she begs, and I don’t know what she’s asking for. To stop, or to have me, but it sounds like a moan.

“Do you remember how to safe-word?” I ask.

“Yes.” She is panting. I want her hands on me.

I swallow, then take her hand. Throwing the duvet aside, I sit down, grab a pillow, and place it beside me. I gaze up at her standing beside it and suddenly tug hard on her hand so that she falls across my lap.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I command. I remove my bow tie and use it to bind her wrists so that her hands are tied behind her, resting at the top of her booty.

“Color?” I ask her the safe-word again.

“Green.” She says softly. I can see the eagerness in her eyes.

“Good girl. Are you ready, beautiful?” She closes her eyes. She wants it as much as I do. She wants her punishment.

“Yes,” she whispers. My left hand curls around her waist, and then my palm leaves her hips and lands hard, just above the junction of her thighs. Oh, the sound, the bounce. She yelps for the pain and the surprise.

“Color?” I ask again, to remind her she’s safe.

“Green.” Her answer is the same as before. Pleasure and pain are a powerful mix that is already going to her head, making her pliable in my hands. I spank her again, in exactly the same place. She groans, louder this time.

“I love to hear you, baby girl.” I tease her. Fuck. This feels different than the last time. So erotic, so liberating.

I caress her hips with my bristly hands, and she’s helpless, tied up and pressed into the mattress, at my mercy. I spank her again, slightly to the side, and again, to the other side, then pause as I slowly drag my fingers between her hips. I want to fuck her so much.

I gently trail the two fingers in between her hips again, slightly brushing past her pussy, before continuing to spank her, each stinging smack taking the edge off her need, or fueling it. I don’t know anymore. She surrenders herself to the rhythm of my blows, absorbing each one, savoring each one. Her moans get hiccupy and louder.

“That’s more like it, ragazzina,” I murmur, my voice low and harsh.

I caress her hipline again and trail my fingers deeper towards her wet pussy, and slowly sink them inside her, moving them in a circle, around and around and around, torturing her.

“I know you want it, Ella.” Her body shivers and takes over, and she comes, again and again, convulsing around my fingers. It’s so intense, unexpected, and quick. She goes limp under my touch, probably exhausted from the powerful orgasms.

“So good for me, baby girl,” I murmur appreciatively. I untie her wrists with one hand, keeping my fingers inside her with the other as she lies there panting and spent over me.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I say and shift without removing my fingers. She’s so sticky. Damn.

I ease her knees onto the floor so that now she’s leaning over the bed. I kneel on the floor behind her and undo my zipper. I slide my fingers out of her with a jolt.

“Open up for me,” I growl, and she complies, spreading her legs wider. I stroke her hip and push my cock in her. Thick and full. Finally.

“This is going to be rough,” I murmur and grabbing her butt, I ease out then strike into her with full force.

“Tommaso!” she cries out. The feeling is exquisite.

“Color?” I remind her. She wants it, I know. She really does. I can tell, but she needs to be verbal about it. I need to hear it coming from her mouth.

“Green!” It’s exasperating how much I need her right now. My cock is hitting her pussy, again and again, feeling it with each sharp thrust. The feeling is mind-blowing. She pushes back to meet me, thrust for thrust.

“Ah, no, Ella!” I suddenly grunt, trying to hold her in place. But I want her too much, and she grinds against me, matching me thrust for thrust. Fuck. No. NO! Not yet! I can feel myself about to explode in her.

“Ella, shit,” I hiss as I come, and the tortured sound sets her off again, spiraling into an orgasm that makes her come and leaves both of us breathless.

Placing my arms around her, I rest my head in the middle of her back, and we lie like this, both kneeling at the bedside, for… what? Seconds? Minutes even, as our breathing calms. All I feel is a soothing, satisfying serenity. I wonder if she feels the same now. It was sex. Great sex.

But I know the look on that face. The doubt, the regret.

I know what she is thinking: she just sold her soul to the devil.

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