Page 39 of Prince of Vice

"Are you ready for more?" Primo asks, his voice husky with lust.

"No," I answer, trying to deny my need for him.

He smacks my ass hard, sending a jolt of pain through me. "That's not the right answer, Isabella. You should be ready to receive whatever I choose to give you, whenever I'm ready to give it."

His fierceness, his control over me – it's intoxicating, stirring something primal within me. When he asks again if I'm ready for more, I know what to say.

"Please, Primo. Give me whatever you want, whenever you're ready."

"Good," he says.

The slightest graze of his fingers over my nipples sends a shockwave through me, and my entire body convulses from the simple touch. Primo scolds me, his voice low and menacing. "If you come without my permission, Isabella, I will punish you in a way you won't enjoy."

"What would you do to me?" I ask breathlessly, unable to hide the curiosity and fear that mingle within me.

He chuckles darkly, and I shiver. "I'd bind your ankles and wrists, spread you out on a bed, completely exposed and helpless. I'd take my time exploring every inch of your body, marking it as mine while you beg for more. But I wouldn't give it to you." His words paint a vivid picture in my mind, and despite the threat of punishment, I can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being so utterly at his mercy. "Only when you're crying, begging me to fuck you so you can come, then – maybe – I'll consider it."

The image he paints for me has me going crazy with desire, my body aching for his touch. It's shocking how much I want this – to be tied up and completely under his control. As if sensing my thoughts, Primo starts degrading me.

"Awe, such a pitiful little slut," he goads. "Begging me for more because she needs her wet pussy touched."

"Yes, please," I whimper, desperate for him to relieve the tension building inside me.

Finally giving in to my pleas, he moves between my legs, pressing his lips against my clit. He licks and teases me mercilessly, making me squirm and moan. His fingers pump inside me, hitting all the right spots as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Can I come, please?" I beg him, feeling like I'm about to explode.

"Not yet," he orders, and I whimper in frustration. But I obey, holding back my orgasm with every ounce of willpower I possess.

"Please, Primo. Let me come," I cry out after what feels like an eternity, desperate for release.

"Alright, Isabella. You may come."

His permission is all I need, and he presses hard on my g-spot as an intense orgasm rocks through my body. I gasp and moan, feeling a gush of fluid leaving me, completely losing myself in the moment.

The euphoria of my climax gradually fades, and Primo's voice cuts through the haze. "I knew I could make you squirt, Isabella. It was truly a beautiful sight." I can feel the heat still coursing through my veins. My body craves more, yearns to serve him in any way possible.

"Get on your knees," he commands, his tone firm yet seductive. Without hesitation, I drop onto the cold cement floor of the garage. He gazes at me with dark, hungry eyes. "You're such a good girl.”

I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper as I respond, "Yes, I am."

"Then you'll do this for me," he says, his voice like velvet. "I want to see you lick your juices off the garage floor, just like you did from the leather seat the other day. It would please me greatly."

My heart races at his command, and I lean forward, ready to obey. But his hand on my shoulder stops me. "Not like that," he murmurs. "I want to degrade you further."

"Please," I beg, breathless with anticipation. "I want it."

"Then lie down on this filthy garage floor, where you belong. Press your breasts against the dirt and grime. Put your hands behind your back and lick your juices off the floor like the needy little slut you are."

With trembling limbs, I lower myself onto the cold, dirty floor, feeling the grit press into my skin. My hands clasped behind my back, I begin to lap up the remnants of my pleasure from the concrete. Primo growls his approval, and I can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling as he begins to stroke himself while watching me.

As I continue to clean the floor with my tongue, he walks around me, his footsteps echoing in the space. His touch alternates between gentle caresses and stinging smacks on my ass and body. I can feel myself falling further under his spell, lost to his domination.

"Such a good job," he praises, his voice thick with desire. "You deserve a reward." He motions for me to sit up on my knees, and I eagerly comply. Primo stands before me, his cock hard and glistening. He moves it closer to my face, but as I lean in to take it into my mouth, he grabs me by the chin, stopping me abruptly.

"Did I give you permission?" he asks, his voice stern.

I shake my head, chastened, and sit back on my heels. He continues to hold his cock in front of me, teasing me by slapping my face with it. "You're so fucking naughty,” he taunts. "Don't you want this cock so bad?"