Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled as I hopped around my apartment, my heels balanced precariously in one hand as I tried to not trip over Yoda, whom I swore I had locked in his crate.

I leaned down and scooped him up, dodging all the mess I had created in my search for my glasses this morning. My eyes had been hurting all morning, causing me to search for my old reading glasses all over my apartment-trashing it in the process-only to find them where they should have been. Sadly, by the time I had found them in my nightstand, my apartment looked like a scene from some badly-made end-of-the-world movie.

I gave Yoda a quick kiss on the head and murmured, "May the force be with you," before sticking him in his crate and locking the door.

One glance at the clock told me that I was on my way to being late, and so I grabbed my purse, keys, and my folder, forcing them into my bag before dashing out the door, almost leaving my shoes behind.

By the time I burst out of the building, I knew I was behind schedule.

"In a hurry?" James, my doorman, asked as he moved to hail a cab for me.

"Yes, and I'm already late, but hopefully-if this goes well-you won't have to deal with me much longer," I mumbled, fumbling with my bag.

He raised his eyebrows as a cab pulled up to the curb. "Moving out?"

I shrugged. "Depends on today. Bye." I quickly ducked into the cab and gave the driver the address of the Sushi Bar that Tanya had agreed to meet me in. I rooted through my bag for my make-up and opened a little compact mirror while I reapplied my red lipstick.

"You are a gorgeous, confident woman who will not be intimidated," I murmured to myself, ignoring the weird looks the driver was sending me. I couldn't help that I was nervous enough to give myself a pep talk. This was a make it or break it lunch date, and I needed her approval of me.

Tanya was Edward's best friend and had been since college. Edward was-in essence-hers until she gave her consent for him to be with me.

She was the woman he confided in She was the person that he first admitted his fetish to. She had been with him every step of the way, encouraging him and helping him reach the heights he was at, and I couldn't discredit that. Her opinion today was as important to Edward as his family's would have been, f he had been speaking to them.

She had every right to be possessive of him and wary of me, but I hoped to prove to her that I wasn't some sort of gold-digging tramp ready to hurt him. I took deep breaths, reminding myself to be myself-whoever that was-and not to back down, no matter how hard she pushed me. She needed to see that I was capable of standing on my own two feet and that I had my head screwed on right.

My phone rang, and I saw that Jacob was finally getting back to me after having been MIA for the last three months. I sent the call to voicemail, wanting to be alone when I ripped him a new one for abandoning me in my ultimate time of need. What kind of best friend was he?

I checked my hair, which was up in a loose bun with small tendrils falling down around my face.

I had tried to look professional with my black, high-waisted pants and white shirt, and I just hoped my underwear did their job in boosting my confidence.

I thrust the money at the cabbie as I stepped out of the car and walked hastily inside the restaurant, my heels clicking against the floor.

"Bella, Isabella Swan?" I turned to see a tall, Asian man wearing a suit with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He grinned at me, and I squinted at him, trying to place his face.

"Um, how do I know you?" I asked, trying not to be rude.

His smile fell slightly at that. "We dated. In college. John Tyler Crowley ." he said, and it came back to me. We dated for a few months, but he had been too boring and predictable, while I had still been looking for spice. I felt kind of bad for dumping him, but we just weren't compatible.

"Oh! Tyler. Right, yeah. I would love to stay and chat, but I have a lunch date to get to," I told him, wanting to get out of this suddenly awkward situation. Not remembering my ex-boyfriend-even if we had dated for only a few months-was probably quite offensive him.

"Maybe we could catch up sometime?" he asked hopefully, and I wracked my brain for a good excuse as I started to edge around him.

"Yeah...well, it was nice talking to you," I mumbled, purposefully avoiding his question. He seemed distracted for a moment, and I took the opportunity and made a run for it, pretending that I didn't hear when he called after to say he didn't have my number.

Too bad, so sad, I thought as I noticed Tanya's blonde hair at the booth in the corner, and I slid in across from her.

"Sorry, I'm late," I breathed, and she looked up at me, her grey eyes searching my brown ones for something before she nodded and turned back to her phone. She didn't bother to say anything.

Edward had already warned me that Tanya could be a bitch, so I didn't take it personally.

A waiter came over with two Japanese Iced Teas with mint, and we sat in silence, sipping from our respective straws until it became apparent to me that she really wasn't going to give me anything to work with. This was going to have to be all me.

"You know," I mused, stirring the ice with my straw. "Marilyn Monroe once said: 'I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times, hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.'"

My words seemed to get her attention because she shifted her body in my direction, her brows knitted and her eyes calculating. "What are you trying to say?" she finally asked after a long moment.

I tilted my head to the side slightly, resisting the urge to smile at my small victory as I stared directly into her eyes. "That day, when I went to Edward's apartment, was about as low as it got for me. My whole world as I knew it crumbled around me, and I was lost and broken, and yet it didn't stop him from inviting me into his apartment without a word. Its something I don't think I'll ever understand," I told her.

She tucked a few loose strides of hair behind her ear and let the smallest hint of a smile appear on her lips. "Underneath his hard exterior and his dominating personality lies a really patient, loving heart. He doesn't really show the softer side of himself to many people because it makes him vulnerable, and it makes me wonder why he showed it you.

"Don't get me wrong, you seem like a nice enough girl, and Edward is a good judge of character...most of the time. I just need to know that you're not some sort of life-sucking gold digger who will break my best friend in the goal of taking away his money and dignity," she said flippantly and took a sip of her drink.

Wow, this one really doesn't beat about the bush.

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading over my lips, because in all honesty, she was kind of amusing, and I felt a surge of confidence move through me. I knew my place, and I could tell that she wasn't so wiling to move from the place she had been sitting in as the only woman in Edward's life.

She felt threatened because she was afraid of losing Edward all together once I had moved into her spot, so she pulled the bitch card. It would have been foolproof if it weren't for the fact that I knew every trick in the book.

I chuckled, causing her to look perplexed. She had obviously thought that I would be offended by her jab, but it was going to take a lot more than a few words to knock me down.

"I think we should straighten some things out," I told her. "One: I don't need Edward's money. You know how much I used to get paid at my old job, and I have a little nest egg that will leave me sitting pretty for at least a few years. Add to that my inheritance that my parents left me, including their house, and I really don't need any financial aid. Yes, he's going to give me an allowance to spend on clothes, spa days, or whatever I want, but it wasn't the money that made me give this a shot.

"You have to understand that when you are in the business I was in, you get a lot of men trying to sweet talk you into moving in with them, and I'm sorry to say that I fell for that once and ended up with two broken ribs and a restraining order."

Her brows arched at that, but she didn't comment.

"I learned my lesson, but I lost who I was. I won't deny that I love sex, because I really do, but my life has absolutely no structure, no guidelines, and I don't even recognize the good, Catholic girl I was brought up to be. That is why I need Edward. I have no balance in my life, I have no idea who I am anymore, and I know that he can help me. I need discipline, rules, someone to tell what I need to do. Someone who can help me become the person I want to be, who will mold me into a person I can be proud of."

I hesitated slightly, swallowing back the lump in my throat before continuing. "My parents' death hit me hard, and it made me realize just how little I had. I was essentially alone; my best friend was off in Europe and wasn't answering his phone, and my other friends didn't really understand because I never really talked about my parents. I'm not even sure how I ended up at Edward's-the whole day was a blur-but he gave me something I needed, and I know that you feel threatened by my presence in his life, but I assure you that I have no plans to take him away from you or to hurt him in any way. You just have to realize that he needs me as well."

Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as she thought over what I said. "I want him to be happy. It hasn't been easy on him, hiding his fetish like he does. He hates that he has to treat it like a dirty little secret just because people won't accept him otherwise. I swear that he is counting down the days until his term ends so that he can go to Italy and be free from all the social restraints that hold him down."

She cast her eyes down and let out a sigh. "It irritates me that you can see through me, but I'm just scared that when he leaves, he'll take you with him. Where would that leave me? I have a life here, a busy one, and I can easily get a new job once he leaves. Edward and I have been close since college, and I don't want distance and distractions breaking our friendship apart," she admitted.

I brushed off her comment about me being a distraction and leaned my arms on the table. "Edward adores you, Tanya, no matter how much of a bitch you can be." What? Don't expect me to sugar coat it. "Your opinion means so much to him. Hell, if you decide that I'm not worth his time, he'll drop me like a stone in water. I don't expect you to like me right off the bat, but I just want you to know that some things are worth a lot more than money," I said with a note finality.

I had said my piece, and I was not going to budge another inch until she gave me something.

"You have balls," she stated, her eyes taking me in and mulling her decision around her head. "And for some reason, Edward seems to be taken with you, whether it is your winning personality or the fact that he wants to fuck you six ways to Sunday is yet to be seen, but I guess time will tell. Hurt him, and you'll find out just how unpleasant it is to be strangled with your own intestines." And with that, our conversation was officially over, and we dug into the sushi that the waiter had brought over just mere minutes before.

I couldn't help the excitement that lurched in my stomach as I exited the restaurant half an hour later, my stomach full and my nerves high, the folder that would solidify our relationship in hand.

I wasn't surprised to see his Town Car parked on the curb, his driver waiting by the back door patiently. I gave him a smile as he opened the door for, and he returned it easily, nodding his head.

I slid in next to Edward who was engrossed in his Ipad, his eyebrows drawn together. When the door shut, he looked up startled, but smiled when he saw me.

"How did your lunch go?" he asked curiously, closing the leather cover of it and placing it beside me. I hummed, mulling it over for a minute while he tapped impatiently on his black, pinstriped pant leg.

"Well, if I hurt you, I'll find out how unpleasant being strangled with my own intestines is," I told him, and his lips twitched up into a smile.

"That good, huh?" he teased, and I nodded, leaning over and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hmmm, that good," I murmured, brushing my lips over his soft, pouty ones.

One of his hands moved to my thigh, while the other framed my neck as he tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine. I felt desire stir in my stomach as his tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with mine. I was so lost in the kiss, I barely remembered the file in my hand, and I managed with great difficulty to place a hand on his chest and pull back.

His brows furrowed, most likely wondering why I had broken the kiss. I held out the file, and he took it hesitantly. He shot me a look before opening it, his eyes scanning over the first page.

Fear and anticipation twisted in my stomach, and I had to stop myself from fidgeting as I took deep breaths.

His face stayed neutral as he flipped through it, and I couldn't take another second of the heavy tension in the car. "It's a list of all the things I do and do not want in our relationship," I blurted out, and he glanced over at me, his eyes twinkling.

"I can see that," he murmured, sounding rather amused as he closed it. He reached over for his Ipad and handed it to me.

I gave him a look of confusion, but he just nodded, silently asking me to open it. My hands felt clammy as I did ,and I watched as the screen lit up, loading up a list much similar to my own. I scrolled down a bit, my chest constricting as I realized that this was it. I had been filled with so much trepidation when first even contemplating this, but now that my head cleared, and I had managed to get a firm reign on my emotions, I just felt freed.

His lips left open-mouthed kisses along my neck, moving up behind my ear to my hairline.

"Edward?" I whispered, feeling breathless. He hummed, shifting his hand further up my thigh. "I-I trust you. I want you to have full control," I told him quickly before I could change my mind. I needed to jump head first into this, otherwise, I would chicken out. He pulled back and looked at me cautiously.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I nodded firmly, my heart practically beating out of my chest. The smile that lit up his face could only be described as sinisterly seductive; it held so much promise of what was to come.

"So, we're really doing this?" he asked, and I nodded again, the butterflies fluttering like crazy inside me. "And we're going to draw up a contract?"

I grinned at him. "Yep."

"You don't know how good that makes me feel," he murmured, leaning closer to me. "Tonight, I'm going to claim you fully as my Bellezza...I hope you're ready for me."

His lips, which I had thought was heading for mine, diverted at the last moment, brushing against my cheek as he reached behind me and opened the door. He moved back, straightening the lapels of his suit jacket as I sat there, immobile.

"Seven o'clock. My apartment. Don't be late," he murmured, taking out his Blackberry, dismissing me without looking in my direction.

My mouth open and closed for a minute before I got control of my limbs and stepped out the car, my bag clutched to my chest. I closed the door behind me and watched as the car pull away from the curb.

"What was that?" James asked curiously, and I turned to him, my mouth still partially open.

"I-I honestly have no idea," I murmured.

...

Having my own key, I had opted for going early to Edward's apartment to surprise him. I knew that he would get back from work around six thirty, and I had taken his words very seriously when he had asked me to be ready for him.

I had taken up residence in his bathroom, dressed only in a black lace demi-cup bra with white lace trimming, paired with matching, minuscule boyshorts that didn't so much as cover my ass, but gave it something a little…extra.

I had just finished curling my hair when I heard the front door close, and I leaned over the counter top to check that my make-up, while minimal, enhanced my eyes in a natural way.

I could hear his footsteps coming up behind me, his expensive Italian shoes slapping quietly against the wood floor as he walked down the hall to where I was. I knew that from his vantage point, he would have an excellent view of my round, full ass practically falling out of the bottom of my boyshorts as I stood, my top half bent slightly forward. I gave it an extra little wiggle to tease and entice him and a minute later, two large hands sneaked under my boyshorts and palmed my ass.

"I didn't expect you to be here yet," he murmured, planting light kisses along my spine as his hands squeezed and massaged my plump cheeks.

I sighed in pleasure, craning my neck around so that I could look at him. "I came early. I wanted to surprise you," I admitted.

He hummed, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You know," he drawled, "when you wiggle you ass just to toy with me, you're looking for either of two things. One: You want a good spanking..." He gave my ass a firm slap to enunciate his point, making me inhale deeply and press back against his hands. "...Or two: You want a good fucking...So, tell me, Little One, which is it that you want?"

I was tempted to say both, preferably at the same time, and he seemed to concur because he raised his lips to my ear and whispered. "Or does my dirty little girl want both? "

It still baffled me how with a few words he was able to completely disarm me, strip every defense down like they were made out of paper.

I whimpered, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth to try and control myself, but by the way he chuckled, I could tell that he was very aware of his effect on me.

With a tug and a flick, my bra loosen and slide down my arms, and I let it fall to the ground. My nipples immediately swelled from the change of temperature, and his hands slowly removed themselves from my ass. He cupped the side of my neck in his hand and tilted it to the side, his mouth pressing against it.

"Domination and submission is not just of the body, but also of the mind," he murmured, his soft lips forming the words against my skin. "You react to the way I act according to what your mind tells you, and your mind tells you to submit, to obey me, because of the way my mind tells me how to act."

Hot, wet kisses trailed along the column of my neck as his hands snaked around to my chest and cupped my full, ripe tits, lifting them in his palms.

"The thing is, though, we both have an equal footing in parts of this relationship. Without dominance there would be no submission, and yet, I know you could easily turn the tables on me. I am very aware of the power I hold over you. I know how to manipulate and mold your body, teasing you and making you beg for me without laying a finger on you, but you also have that same power over me if you chose to use it. I am, after all, only a man."

I barely managed to hold back a shiver as his thumbs slid over my swollen nipples, pressing against the sensitive buds and making my chest bow in an effort to cling onto more of the feelings he was invoking in me.

"But you won't use it, and would you like to know why?" he asked rhetorically, not even pausing before he continued. "Because that isn't what you want. Maybe occasionally you'll seduce me into doing your will, but in the long run, you know you don't need the power you have, you don't require it. What you need is the absence of control. You need, you crave, to offer your body, your mind, your everything, up to me to do with it as I please. You want the freedom that lack of choice gives you. You need to bend to my will, to twist and contort yourself in a way that brings you to your knees before me."

I wasn't sure how much of his low, seductive words I could take, and I could feel my body yelling out in agreement with him.

He knew what I wanted, what I had unknowingly craved for years. The complete surrender of everything within me, even my thoughts and feelings, was what I wanted, and I knew that only he could give that to me in the way I needed it.

He knew me, maybe not my full past or my every little quirk, but he still knew what I needed before I needed it. He was in tune with me, able to read my every desire as if it were written on my face, and that right there was what I needed.

"And the best part is, I need that too," he murmured, his nose dragging along my shoulder as he talked. "I need your submission to free me. I feel so restrained by who I am and what I do, but the surrender of your body to me reminds me of who I truly am. It reminds me that I'm needed, that something as small and delicate, yet equally strong and beautiful, needs to be nurtured. It needs my hands to guide it, to help it grow from a fragile seed to a firm, unyielding plant.

"And so you see, my Bellezza, it is not just you who needs this. We both need this, and I believe that we will both benefit from this relationship," he murmured.

I tried to turn in his arms, but his hands dug into my ribs, holding me caged between the counter top and his body.

"Stay," he ordered sternly, his lips dotting kisses down the length of my back until they met my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down my legs, letting them pool at my feet.

His mouth pressed against my ankle before slowly making its way up my leg, pausing to suck the skin at the back of my knee, making my legs shake at the pleasure that coarsed through me like liquid fire.

His actions seemed almost lazy as he dragged his lips along my thigh, diverting inward, making my legs spread further open so that he could see my juices coating my upper thighs and swollen pussy.

He let loose a low groan, sending the vibrations straight to my pussy as my grip on the counter top made my knuckles turn white from the force I was exerting. I breathed heavily, my chest heaving, and I almost couldn't recognize the woman staring at me through the mirror.

She was so uninhibited, her eyes were glassy and dark from arousal and excitement, her skin was flushed pink as her teeth dug mercilessly into the ripe skin of her bottom lips. The way her hair fell around her face, the soft waves curling and falling around her face in thick, dark tendrils. But it wasn't that which separated me from the woman who had enjoyed sex for a living, it was the way the freedom gave my skin an extra glow; how it made me shine from the inside out.

I was, admittedly, happy for the first in a long time. No fears or thoughts marring the moment, just the freedom to feel, to take what he gave me and give it back to him with my submission.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his own hot breath fanned out onto my pussy lips.

"Please, Papi," I whimpered, my thighs quivering in anticipation, and he didn't hesitate to oblige me.

He placed a kiss on my swollen, glistening folds before dipping his tongue between them, swiping some of my juices into his mouth. I squirmed against him as his mouth teased me, kissing and slowly lapping my folds as he started building up a pace, and it wasn't long before his mouth was attacking my pussy like he hadn't tasted me in months, licking and sucking at my clit enthusiastically.

I moaned loudly, unable to hold it in any longer as he grunted against my wet flesh, one hand dipping down to palm his hard cock through his slacks as it strained against them.

I longed to see him touch himself like he had that night as he lay next to me, his eyes scorching my bared flesh as the wet sounds of his hand stroking his wet, lubricated cock broke the silence of the room. Just thinking of the way he had pumped his thick erection with practiced ease had me gushing down my thighs and onto his face.

I squirmed against his mouth, my hips rocking as my head tipped back, and my eyes fell closed. I felt suspended, as if my feet were no longer touching the ground, but hovering above it.

His lips wrapped around my swollen clit, sucking it hard as his hands trace little circles into my hips. He shifted his mouth down quite suddenly, thrusting his tongue into my entrance, fucking me with it.

I cried out, whimpering incoherently words of encouragement, never wanting him to stop, ever.

He lowered one hand to my clit, rubbing it energetically as my thighs start to quiver, causing me to squeeze them closer together, trapping his head between them. He groaned against my swollen, wet flesh, and I shivered, tremors running down my back as I threw back my head, my teeth practically biting its way through my lip as I tried to reign in the moans and cries of pleasure.

My mind seemed to shut down as I gyrated against his face, no thoughts of how I might possibly be suffocating him entering my brain. I could feel my whole body release as the sexual tension that never seemed to give me a break exploded. My juices gushed down onto his face where he licked them up, the way his tongue lapped at me prolonging my orgasm. He seemed so hungry, so eager for me to experience this that I couldn't not just close my eyes and ride it out.

My body felt slick and boneless as I came back down, and if it weren't for Edward's hands gripping my hips firmly, I was sure I would have collapsed. My hands uncurled from the counter top, stiff and pale.

I let out a gasp as I felt my upper body being pushed forward so that it was pressed into the counter, the cool a vast contrast to my over-heated skin. I shivered, feeling my body burn as he slid his knee between my legs, spreading them further apart.

There was no hesitation in his movements as he yanked his zipper down, not even bothering to push his pants down as he took himself out and positioned himself at my entrance. One hand came up beside me, gripping onto the counter as he slammed his hips forward, sinking into me.

I was still sensitive from my recent release, and I clenched down around him, a breathless moan escaping me. There had been too many months without feeling him stretching me.

After the night that I-for lack of a better term-humped him, we had changed the rules. I had told him that according to Bill Clinton, oral wasn't sex so we had made a no penetration embargo instead. But even the best pussy licking didn't compare to the feel of him inside me, sliding his cock home as I squeezed him in welcome.

He didn't pause to let me reacclimatize myself with the sensation of being filled to the hilt as his hips pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

He moved the hand on the counter to my hair, winding the thick strands around his fist before yanking it back, making my back arch forward, pressing my body further into the marble.

His rhythm was hard and punishing, not pausing for a moments respite as he claimed and possessed my body, making me his.

His mouth clamped down on my neck, sucking and biting it, marking me in a way that made it impossible for people to not know that I belonged to someone.

It was only now that I realized how much he had held back from me. Even when I was his call girl, he had not used this much force, not pressed so much of himself onto me so that I felt so small beneath him.

There was no mercy tonight as he took me, never slowing down or softening the blow of his thrusts as his cock hit my cervix.

I took every inch of him into my body willingly, loving the way he staked his claim over me as I cried out for more, begging him to go even harder and faster, pleading that he take me in any way that he saw fit.

He bruised my pussy, making it unfit for anyone but him to have, and I knew that once he was done, I would be able to feel it for at until least tomorrow. The rawness of his movements solidified that it was his intention to make me his and his alone.

He yanked my hair, forcing my head back further, making my scalp burn. "By the time I'm done with you, my Bellezza, your slick little pussy will know who its master is, and it will milk up every last drop of what my cock will give it. It will always be needy and wanting for my cock, no matter how many times I give it to you. Your whole body will ache constantly for me, never fulfilled unless I'm inside you."

I moaned and whimpered, pushing back against him to meet each thrust that he gave me.

"I'm going to need you to cum for me again," he informed me flippantly like he was asking me if I wanted milk in my coffee.

My pussy clenched, and I couldn't help but think, 'already?' as the fire rolling and churning in my stomach shot downward, my mind responding to him just like he said it would, telling my body to submit and obey him.

My eyes squeezed shut as I clamped down hard around him, my release hitting me harder than the last one.

"Oh, yes…please, Papi," I babbled, my hips bucking back against him. I felt his hand snake around my body and down between my legs, flicking my clit once, twice, three times as I shattered around him, my juices dripping down, drenching his cock, balls and my thighs in my second release.

"That's it, Little One," he purred into my ear, his breath burning my skin with its heat. "Cum for Papi."

I was powerless to do anything but obey him as I reached the peak of my orgasm and started falling back to earth. I let out a scream, the waves of pleasure crashing down on me as I drifted like a leaf on the wind until my feet touched back onto the ground.

I slumped against the counter, my body slick with sweat, my hair clinging to my skin, my brain hazy and my body completely unresponsive.

I panted, inhaling big gulps of air as I let out a weak groan, wondering how I had survived without this sort of completion, without something so firm and thick filling me to the brim.

It was only when he slowly pulled out of me that I realized that he hadn't cum yet, while I had two orgasms.

I gave a small shriek of surprise as he hoisted me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and moving toward his bedroom.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growled as he dumped me unceremoniously on the bed. I lay there panting, my body still refusing to join forces with my brain to get my limbs to work.

His eyes never left mine as he slowly peeled his clothes away from his body, his movements seeming achingly slow, almost as if he was performing a strip tease.

I swallowed and wet my dry lips as he crawled up the bed, his muscles bulging as he hunted up my body, his eyes predatory.

I was helpless to do anything but lay there as he covered my body with his, the thick lines of his body swallowing mine as he successfully caught his prey in his hold.

His hands spread my thighs wide as he settled between them, his mouth fusing with mine. My fingers flexed slightly, begging for me to dive them into his hair as his tongue plundered my mouth, taking full control of the kiss.

His hips bucked into me, his hard cock rubbing through my folds as his hands moved over my body, grasping the ripe flesh of my tits in his hands and palming them roughly.

He tore his mouth away from mine, his breathing shallow as he ducked his head down to take my nipple into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.

My arms finally decided to move, and I dug my hands into his back, trying to cling onto him as I basked in the pleasure he was assaulting my body with. I was a sweaty, bumbling mass of limbs as he continued rubbing himself between my folds, nudging my clit, causing the fire that the sexual tension brought to spark up once again.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and I wondered how it was possible for me to want him again so soon. Blood rushed through my body as my heart pounded in my ears, filling up my clit and making it throb as wetness started to build up.

I whimpered, realizing for the first time that he had meant every word of what he had said. He was going to claim me fully until my pussy would know its master, and I knew he would expect me to cum again for him, to milk his cock like he said I would.

His teeth nipped at my tits, leaving little red marks all over them as he marked my body, reinforcing the fact that I was his.

He didn't even ask as he guided himself into me, knowing without me telling him that I was ready for him. He thrust into me in one smooth thrust and my mouth fell open in a silent cry, my body sinking back against the mattress as my eyelids fluttered. My breath caught in my throat as my pussy walls spasmed around him, clutching him deeper inside my body, refusing to let him go.

"Fuck, so tight!" he spat out between his teeth, drawing his hips back and thrusting back in. His hands yanked my thighs over his hips before grasping my hands and pinning them with one hand over my head. He towered over me, his eyes dark and filled with seductive intent, his chest heaving as small rivulets of sweat dripped down his throat and over his bobbing Adam's apple.

He was majestic in his power, so strong and predatory that I felt so small and insignificant under his piercing gaze. I felt like this man, my Papi, held more of me in his palm than I could ever know. He had given me his protection, his affection, everything I could ever wish for, and in return, all he asked for was my submission, something that I gave willingly.

There was nothing soft or gentle about what he doing to me; it was hard and raw as he slammed into me, his pelvis crashing into mine. I was shaking and crying out desperately, not knowing how much I could take.

Never had my body been worked like this and pushed so far that there was nothing I could do but let him take it for his pleasure. I throbbed and ached around him, my eyelids heavy as I looked up into his eyes. Our gaze never swayed from the other, and I let myself sink into it as the electricity coiled through my body.

His free hand trailed over my body, lightly brushing over my curves as heat shoot through me. His touch burned as it branded me, telling me that now I had experienced the full effect of what he could give me, I would never be able to turn my back on it.

He was fulfilling fantasies and dreams that I had never knew I harbored as he held me down, pressing my wrists into the mattress as I squirmed, my stomach trembling with what I could distinguish as anticipation.

I had never had three orgasms in the space of one hour, each one piled on top of each other. Hell, I'd never even tried to reach that goal since it seemed like impossible to me, but with the way he was working my body into a frenzy, I didn't doubt that he expected me to cum again.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing it hard as he grunted and fucked me raw. My toes curled as my whole body trembled underneath me.

"Cum for me, my Bellezza," he ordered, angling his thrusts to hit even deeper inside of me.

I gasped and shook my head. "Can't," I whimpered out pitifully. I was on the edge of another orgasm, but I couldn't fall off the edge, there was something holding me back, refusing to let me fall.

He let go of my wrists and grasped my face in his hand, squeezing it as he forced me to look at him. "You...are going...to cum," he growled between thrusts, telling me that he didn't expect less than me following his instructions. There was no such thing as defeat to him in that moment, and I let out a breath and nodded, trusting him.

He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand before lowering his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough and sloppy as our teeth crashed against each other, and our tongues wound around each other.

"Please," I begged once he had pulled back for air. "Make me cum, Papi."

I placed my body in his hands, knowing that I couldn't cum by my own strength. I needed him to push me over the edge, and I offered my body up to him in a silent offering, pleading with him to put my trust and submission to good use.

His eyes bored into mine for a long moment before bending down low until his lips were centimeters from mine, and in a move that I could only describe as shocking, he took my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down...hard. His fingers twisted and pinched my clit to the point of pain as his teeth broke through my skin.

Pain shot through me as my pleasure took off like a rocket. He lapped up the blood dripping from my lip as my body froze, my muscles coiling up until small trembles washed through my body, slowly getting bigger and bigger until I was thrashing on the bed under him, unrestrained screams and choked up sobs leaving me.

Tears welled up at the intensity of my orgasm as the pleasure reached a point where it was painful.

He whispered words of encouragement, guiding me through the storm as wave after waves of pleasurable pain washed over me, drowning me in its current. It only took him a few strokes before his own body seized up, and he came with a roar of ecstasy, his body shuddering and shaking over me.

His cock was buried in me to the hilt as my walls collapsed around him, milking his cum like a thirsty man drinking down water.

Tears fell down my cheeks as sparks sizzled in my blood. Never had I felt something so intense and my legs kicked out, tangling in the sheets as I tried to release every last drop of tension in me.

He collapsed on top of me before quickly rolling over onto his side, holding me tightly to his chest as I tried to come back to earth. He kept talking to me, murmuring in my ear how proud of me he was and how special I was to him as my body slowly settled against his, laying spent, exhausted and numb, yet feeling completely freed.

We lay in silence, not needing to fill the silence with chatter as we caught our breaths, and he pulled the sheets over us as his legs tangled with mine.

"Thank you," I breathed out, snuggling further into his chest, tucking myself further into his arms

He grunted, still trying to catch his breath. "What are you thanking me for?" he panted softly.

"For needing me as much as I need you," I admitted, willingly opening myself up to be vulnerable. He nudged my chin slightly, making my eyes flicker to his, and lowered his lips to mine, cupping my face as he kissed me softly.

"At the end of the day, everyone needs someone, my Bellezza," he murmured once he had pulled back.

I sighed in contentment as a loud yawn left me. I knew that I should get up and shower, and that his cum was already dripping out of my pussy and onto my thighs and the sheets, but I couldn't will myself to move because the truth was, I never wanted to move from my place beside him.

"Sleep," he murmured, and I let my heavy lids slowly slid shut.

"Oh, and Bellezza, I'm claiming your ass next."