Page 53 of Prince of Vice
"Yes, Sir," I breathe, my voice trembling with desire.
"Good girl," he praises, and I feel a rush of warmth at his approval. "A proper little fuck pet obeys her master's every command." With that, he gestures for me to open my mouth, and I do so without hesitation.
He spits in my mouth, and I suppress a gasp of shock. It's degrading, but it only serves to stoke the fire within me. I watch as his lips curve into a smile, clearly pleased with my submission.
"Ah, look at those nipples," he murmurs, reaching forward to tweak them between his fingers. "Hardening without permission. You're such a needy little slut for me, aren't you?"
I nod, unable to speak as my arousal builds, threatening to consume me. He leaves me kneeling there, my gaze locked on the bed before me. As much as I ache to watch him, I know better than to disobey.
When he returns, he's holding a pair of leather cuffs lined with rabbit fur. I shiver as he gently fastens one around each wrist, the soft fur caressing my skin like a whispered promise of pleasure to come. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs.
"Are you ready for what comes next, pet?" Primo asks, his dark eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.
"Yes, Sir," I reply, my voice thick with desire. "I want to please you."
"Good," he purrs, drawing me further into the depths of his intoxicating dominance. "Because you have a lot to learn, and I'm going to enjoy teaching you every lesson."
"Green" is the word that slips from my lips when he asks how I'm feeling. My heart races with anticipation, but there's a sense of safety in our connection – a trust that has grown from our shared passions.
"Stand," Primo commands, and I obey without hesitation.
"Yes, Sir."
He guides me to the base of his bed, his hand warm and firm on the small of my back. "Lean forward, grasp the base of the bed, and spread your legs wide," he instructs, his voice low and authoritative. "I want your sopping pussy on display for me."
My cheeks flush with heat as I follow his command, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed while my legs part to reveal the evidence of my arousal. The air around us seems to grow thicker, charged with desire and unspoken promises.
Primo begins to trace his fingers along the curve of my legs, lingering on the sensitive skin behind my knees. “So fucking naughty,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Defying my orders yesterday. Do you plan on defying me again?"
I can't help the cheeky grin that crosses my lips as I look back at him, my eyes dancing with defiance. "Maybe, Sir."
His palm connects with my ass in a swift, unexpected motion, and I cry out, both startled and aroused by the sharp sting. "That," he warns, his voice dark and dangerous, "is just a taste of what you'll get for disobedience."
As the heat of his touch lingers on my skin, I find myself craving more. Primo caresses my legs once more, stirring a hunger within me that only he can satisfy. But he avoids touching my nipples or my cunt, and I know better than to ask for it.
The soft fur of the cuffs encircles my ankles, and I wonder what Primo has planned. When he connects a bar between the cuffs, I glance down and see his knowing smirk. "It's a spreader bar," he explains. "Be careful not to struggle, or I might just make it wider."
I shiver at the thought, feeling completely exposed – my body an open book for Primo to read and devour. As his hands roam over my skin, teasing but never quite satisfying my need, I find myself lost in the exquisite torment of his touch, surrendering willingly to his dark desires.
"Isabella," Primo says, his voice a low growl, "you disobeyed a direct order. You're going to be punished for it. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I reply, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Such a good girl," he praises, "even when you're being a brat." The word 'brat' piques my curiosity, but I have no time to ponder its meaning. His hand meets my ass with a forceful smack, and I yelp at the sudden jolt of pain. It sends a shockwave through me, mingling with the electric thrill of arousal.
Primo alternates between gentle caresses and hard smacks, showering my body with tender kisses before punishing me with sharp bites. "When you disobey me," he muses, "I can't help but wonder if you're asking for punishment. Don't worry, my pet, I'm more than happy to put you in your place."
My desire for release grows stronger with every touch, every word. Primo seems to sense my need, and he asks, "Do you need to come, Isabella?"
"Yes, Sir," I breathe out, desperate for any relief.
He chuckles darkly. "You should have thought about that yesterday when you defied me."
With that, Primo leaves me aching and wanting as he circles to the front of me and climbs onto the bed. He reclines against the headboard, making himself comfortable. "You look absolutely lovely like this," he tells me, his eyes raking over my exposed body. "Good enough for me to stroke myself to."
As Primo removes his shirt, I'm mesmerized by the rippling muscles I've never seen before. Intricate tattoos adorn his skin, and I yearn to explore them. Leaning back, he begins to stroke his cock, his gaze never leaving mine.
"I'm sure you'd like to help, taste me, touch me," he taunts. "But I won't allow it. You'll remain bent over in punishment, yearning for my touch while I bring myself pleasure. You owe me this orgasm."