Page 54 of Prince of Vice
The raw honesty of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I stand there, bent over and vulnerable, as he takes his own satisfaction. All the while, I'm left to ache and wonder when, or if, he'll finally grant me release.
"Look at you, Isabella," Primo murmurs as he continues to stroke himself, his voice a sultry whisper. "Dripping for me like the desperate little slut you are."
I'm acutely aware of the wetness between my legs, the evidence of my desire for him gathering and running down my thighs. My body trembles with need, but I remain bent over, my wrists bound by the leather cuffs, the spreader bar holding my legs apart.
"Such a beautiful sight," he taunts, his breathing growing ragged as he nears completion. "You're lucky I'm even considering giving you relief."
The filthy words only serve to fan the flames of my desire, making me yearn for the moment when he'll finally grant me the release I crave. My heart races as I watch him reach climax, his grip tightening on his cock as he spills into his palm.
"Open your mouth," he commands, moving toward me on the bed. His cum-coated hand hovers above my open lips, and I know what's expected of me.
"Clean it," he tells me, his voice heavy with authority. As I obediently suck his fingers clean, tasting his essence, I feel a sense of pride at the praise he bestows upon me.
"So beautiful,” he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. "Now that you've paid for your mistake, I may consider giving you a release. But you'll have to earn it, Isabella."
My entire being thrums with anticipation, and I find myself completely under his spell, ready and willing to do whatever he asks of me. "Yes, Sir," I breathe, my voice barely audible, yet filled with determination.
"Good girl," he says with a smile that holds equal parts menace and promise. "Let's see if you can truly prove yourself worthy of my touch."
As I stand there, bound and on display for Primo, I know that I will do whatever it takes to earn the pleasure he has the power to bestow upon me. His control over my body and mind is absolute, and I am more than willing to submit to his every desire.
Primo rises, his shirt discarded on the floor, revealing his sculpted chest and intricate tattoos. I ache to trace each line with my fingers, but he commands me with a stern voice. "Eyes forward." The unyielding authority in his tone leaves no room for objection.
"Yes, Sir," I murmur, swallowing my disobedience as I fix my gaze on the wall before me. My legs tremble beneath me, a mixture of desire and exhaustion threatening to give way.
"Your composure is impressive, Isabella," he praises, his strong hand petting my hair tenderly. The contrast between his dominance and gentle touch sends shivers down my spine. "But I sense reluctance. Do you need another lesson in obedience?"
"No, Sir," I breathe out, hoping my voice doesn't betray the longing that has taken root deep within me.
"Good girl." His approval warms me like a sunbeam caressing my skin. He retreats from my side, leaving me momentarily bereft of his presence. But when he returns, something new shrouds his intentions – a blindfold. With practiced hands, he ties it securely over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
"Still green?" he asks, checking in with our established safeword system.
"Green," I confirm, surrendering my sight to him, trusting him implicitly.
A sudden rush of air announces his movement, and before I can comprehend his intention, I feel his powerful arms lift me effortlessly, draping me over his shoulder. My heart races as I dangle helplessly, completely at his mercy.
"I love the feeling of you this way, Isabella," he confesses, his voice a low growl. "So vulnerable, so helpless. As much as I'd revel in watching your body succumb to exhaustion, I'll grant your muscles respite."
His words send a mixture of relief and anticipation coursing through my veins. The gentle embrace of satin sheets greets me as he lays me on the bed, my body sinking into the luxurious fabric.
"Try to move," he orders, and I hear the unmistakable sound of chains rattling. My heart beats faster, knowing that I am now bound by both ankles and wrists to the bed, completely at his mercy. I squirm, testing the restraints, but they hold me fast.
“So needy,” Primo chuckles affectionately, and I feel a flush spread across my cheeks. "I will enjoy bringing you to climax...on my own terms."
My breath hitches, and in the darkness of my blindfold, I surrender myself to him, ready for whatever comes next.
My body trembles with anticipation as Primo's hands begin to explore my flesh once more, deliberately avoiding the most sensitive places that crave his touch. My entire being screams for release, but I know better than to ask outright.
"Tell me what you want, Isabella," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Let me hear your desires."
"Please, Sir," I gasp, my voice strained with need. "I'm desperate for release."
"Ah, so you're a pitiful whore who can't think of anything else but coming?" The teasing edge to his question sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes," I admit, shame mingling with arousal.
"I love it when you're like this." His words fan the flames within me, and I struggle not to beg for more.