"Usually?" I squeeze mine together.
"Well, always." He smiles. "Are you finished eating?"
"Yes. It was delicious and I feel a whole lot better too. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I’m so hyped up and excited."
"Let’s go meet Franco, and head out."
"Sounds like a plan." He puts his napkin in his plate and the waiter appears to clear it. I quickly throw mine on too. When he steps away with our plates in his hands, Aurei stands and leans over to help me with my chair. "You have good training." I tell him.
"Umm hmm. I can’t have Carlo making me look bad."
I smile. "No one can make you look bad."
He rolls his eyes.
As we leave the restaurant, I see Carlo watching us from across the room. I gave him a twinkling wave as Aurei takes my hand and leads me out. Carlo gives me a smile. We wait by the elevator with other people so we stand in silence, holding hands. Aurei strokes my skin absentmindedly, but his touch shoots electricity through me and the longer he strokes the hornier I get. I have always known my sexual libido is cranked up tighter than everyone else’s. I must have tuned into Aurei’s cranked up libido and subconsciously known he shared the cursed gift too. His performance over the last few days. Remarkable. Staring up into this Golden God of a man’s face, I see in him, what I know to be true for me. I’m addicted to sex and now I'm addicted to him. I shift my stance and lean my tits against him, just as the elevator doors open. He glances down and sees the look in my eyes. "Needy?"
"Umm hmm!"
"We'll catch Franco on the way out. Let's stop by the room and take care of you."
I grin at him as we enter the elevator. He spins me around in front of him and pulls me back against him. His hard cock presses into my back as he wraps me in a hug again. He cinches our hands and I lean my head against him. His body heat starts to penetrate my aura and I can feel the wildness in me stirring. I shift my weight just to feel his cock rub my back and he gives me a gentle knowing squeeze.
I want him to fuck my brains out! Rome can wait!
Chapter Twenty
We get off on our floor with several other people. As we walk to our suite, he puts his arm around me. I slide mine around his small waist and he pulls me close. His body and his musk floods my senses. I inhale deeply and just want to bury my nose in his armpit, drinking in his deliciousness! I can feel his mounds of muscles moving with each step. He is strong, and powerful, but graceful and fluid. "Aurei, have you always been mounds of muscles?"
He chuckles. "I guess. I started working out as soon as the testosterone started. I needed an outlet and it was something I could do year round. Eventually, I started training with other bodybuilders."
When we reach the door, I stand aside as Aurei enters the security code. He opens the door and pushes it wide for me. The view of him doing such a simple thing as opening the door for me, sends a wave of hot passion through me. I glide through and kick off my shoes. When he comes in, he turns his back to me to bolt the door and in one swift move, I pull my shirt over my head, and fling it at the couch. When the bolt clicks, I've already undone my bra and I toss it on the floor at his feet. When he bends down to pick it up, I wiggle out of my pants. By the time he turns around, I'm completely naked.
"Damn! You look absolutely fuckable standing there, Naked Thang."
"Umm hmm." I tease him. I grab my tits and push them together, then I pull my nipples and they bounce soft then harden. I hang my head then fling my hair. When our eyes meet, it is settling softly around my shoulders.
"Damn! You're a Wild Thang!"
"Umm hmm!" I tease him. I turn around, bend over and slap my ass hard. "Pow!" The sound pops the air. "Would you like to try to tame my tail?" I challenge him.
"Try?" He says convinced that won't be a problem.
"Umm hmm!" I stand back up and give him a Wonder Woman pose. Hands on my hips, chest pushed out.
"Damn! You're hot!"
"I am hot." I touch my pussy with my hand and make a sizzling sound. "Tssssst!"
He takes a step toward me. "Don't!"
"Don't what?" I ask as I retreat, circling to my right towards the desk. He advances slowly, following my trail. Not inserting my finger in my pussy, but tapping it, I grin at him with a truly wicked face and lick my lips. When my ass hits the desk, I pull the small chair out and spin it around between us. He stops, watching. "Would you like a lap dance now?" I ask as I lift my leg high and dramatically swing it wide, over the back of the chair and gently sit my toes down in the seat. "Or later?" I ask as I put my hands under my hair, lift my massive mane up and arch my back, pushing my tits towards him.
"Later." His voice is husky. He advances, closing the distance and I pick my foot up and place it on his chest and push. He stops, but doesn't retreat.
"You're not naked." I tell him.
He smiles as he pulls his shirt over his head in a move as swift as mine and drops it on the floor at my feet. "Better?" He asks grinning.
"Almost." I grin as I push off him and scoot my ass onto the desk and bring my knees up to my chin. He removes the chair from between us, and advances to me. "Unless you want to fuck me with your pants on, those have got to go." I point to his pants. He grins and starts to unbutton them. "That’s better." I tell him as I watch him unzip them. When he puts his hands on his ass, I lean back on the desk, and place my feet on his pecs. I prop on my arms and knead him with my toes as I purr like a kitten. His thunder flashes as he pushes his pants off his perfect fucking muscle. "Nice ass." I wink at him and he grins. He takes a step back and my feet fall back to the desk. As he looks down pushing his pants to his ankles, I spread my legs wide. He glances up and sees my inviting pussy. He stands up, ready to fuck with his cock pointing right at my target. I close my legs and wag my finger at him. "No, no, no. All the way off. I want you completely naked too. Your body should never wear clothes." We smile at each other. When he bends over to step out of his jeans, I do a middle split on the desk and roll my pussy flat on the surface. I lean over the edge and smack his perfect ass. "Pow!" The sound pops the air.
I hear him growl. It sounds like a threat. He cuts his eyes at me and the blood drains from my face. "Oh!" I say and my eyes grow big as saucers, watching his jaw harden as his teeth clench. That's a button I don't want to push again. He is dangerous.
"Careful, Wild Thang." He breathes the words.
"Sorry!" I whisper. "I ...." He lifts his face to look at me. When he sees my torso exposed over the edge of the desk, and my tits dangling down for him, he rocks back and squats. He reaches up and grabs hold of my tits. He strokes the nipples and they draw up, pushing out into his hands. He rolls the buttons around his palm, playing, teasing, then he pinches them and pulls. "Oui." I exclaim. He releases them and they bounce back into place. My eyes water as I blink.
"I don’t play fair." He warns me.
"How do you play?" I whisper.
"I don’t get even. I get ahead. Always." He pinches and pulls again. "Be warned. Don’t."
I pause, catching my breath from the panic I felt and now the pain. "Or else?" I whisper.
"Something like that." He pinches a nipple and holds me in place with it as he stands. I watch his perfect body, ripple and flex as it passes inches from my face. I can feel his magnetism turned on high. His body radiating heat and musk as he stands tall over me. He puts his other hand on my back, spreading his fingers wide between my shoulder blades and he runs it down to my ass with a soft, caressing stroke. His hand feels large, dominating, and controlling. At my ass, he slides his middle finger down into my crack. When the tip touches my pussy, he teases me, then backs it out and drags his big hand all the way to my hair. All the while his fingers are twisting, teasing my nipple, while it is captive in his hand. The feeling of being dominated by a Master is overwhelming and I’m in awe that this simple exhibition produces such a strong feeling of submission over me. But when he puts his hand in my hair, wraps his fingers in it, and then jerks my head ba
ck, instead of relinquishing control of myself to him, which I know he wants and is expecting, and which I just wanted too, this move has the opposite effect on me. It makes my wild flame burn hot and I'm ready to combust! My pussy soaks the desk and a bead of sweat breaks out on my lip. I desperately fight the urge to flex on the hard surface and massage my throbbing clit to climax. My wildness flashes him.
"You are such a tease." He whispers as he flexes his fingers in my hair, caressing the thickness. "Such a beautiful, naughty tease. I have a feeling I have my work cut out for me taming your tail." He lets my nipple go, and squats again in front of me as he pulls my head up by my hair to look into his eyes. I close them and I feel his breath on my face. The pain, but the pleasure too, is so intense. "Look at me." He commands.
I open my eyes and gaze into his green emerald pools of control. I no longer see the dangerous man. I see the gaze of a dominant Master, who is willing to take me as I am and treat me like his angel. But then his eyes search mine, looking deeper and I sigh, closing them again, shutting out the vision I see of someone who would treat me like a goddess if I will only obey him. If.... If I can obey. My wild eyes fill with tears and I drop my face. My clit throbs against the desk while my tits yearn for his touch. My heart and soul hug each other in my chest, knowing my nature is as independent, as controlling and as dominant as his. I know it isn’t a question of if we will battle, but for how long will we battle before one of us wins or both of us lose.
"Ah, My Little, Wild Thang." He says, "Look at me."
When I raise my eyes to his, he is smiling at me. That beautiful smile accepts me.
His hand goes to my throat and he gently forces my face back to his. He kisses me, speaking with his mouth what words cannot say.
I try to be passive, but his touch, his mouth, bring my passion roaring to the surface and I seize his head, holding him to me, kissing him as wildly as I feel.
He moans as his gentle kiss changes to match mine and as he starts to stand, I squeeze my legs together, coming out of the split. With our lips locked, he steps to me and picks my ass off the desk as I wrap my legs around him. The dancer in me pulls my body to his and I glide onto his cock with perfect union. Releasing our kiss as I lean my head back pushing his head away, I gasp, "Ah." His cock hardens and throbs in me. My pussy screams for movement, and my clit demands to explode. I open my eyes and stare into his. The intensity I see boring into mine, tells my heart and my soul that he will never let me go. Regardless of submission, regardless of taming my tail, I am his. I belong to him.
Chapter Twenty-One
His phone rings. He stares at me. "I'll turn the ringer off." He sits me on the desk and squats down, reaching for his jeans. As he retrieves his phone from his pocket, his eyes never leave mine. His intense look tells me that he has an uncontrollable need to fuck as great as my own. I blink realizing that he has been fucking forever. Then I hear him singing his own words to Lionel Richie's song telling me. 'Do you know you set me free?' I realize watching him turn his ringer off that he has experienced the haunting feeling I have fought so hard not to have.
What anguish that must have been. Needing to fuck all the time, and needing to be fulfilled by it, but never finding it ... until now ... until he found me.
The thunderous intensity in his eyes tell me I am right and a tear slides down my cheek.
When he stands next to me and sets his phone on the desk beside me, I put one leg on his shoulder and hang the other off the desk, doing a split on him. He puts his arms around me and pulls my body onto his. He kisses the tear and calls my name. "Siri...."
"Umm. My name sounds so sensual and sexy the way it rolls off your tongue." I purr then whisper in his ear. "Fuck my brains out." His throat moans that sound he doesn't know he does and I put my hands on his shoulders. I pull myself up and hold myself, latching my hands behind his neck. His cock only touches the entrance to my vagina. My thigh keeps us separated. He releases my ass and holds his cock to guide it in. I’m so wet, I soak him as he tries to work it in. He puts one hand back on my ass and grips it tight as he pushes me onto him. His fingers digging into my skin.
I lay my face on my calf muscle and put my mouth on his pec. I lick him, over and over again, while I tease him and purr like a kitten. "Come on, baby. Make me sing." He lets go of my ass and his cock, and takes my waist in both hands. He pushes me down onto him, but only the head goes in. "Come on, baby." I encourage him. He twists my waist but only an inch more goes in. I see the concentration on his face. "Come on, baby. Get your gorgeous Golden God rod in my wild little pussy. I want to purr for you." I tease him as he grabs his rod. My pussy aches for him and I can feel my juice dribbling down the inside of my thigh as he rubs his tip back and forth on my lips and clit. I have saturated his cock and hand. "Stroke your Golden God rod, baby. Get it wet with my nectar." I lick him again, over and over and suck his skin. Mauling his pec, I stalk him.
He moans as he strokes his rod. "Siri."
"Ah!" I moan as he touches me at the top, and I spasm from the need for him. My whole being is screaming to be fucked. "Come on, baby. Do it again." My wildness stalks him. He takes his cock to the entrance and then inserts his fingers. Calling me to cum with their movement, I moan and almost give it up. "No, baby. No!" I tell him as I pull myself up. His fingers slide out. "I wanted to be fucked, not fingered." I wrap my fingers in my own hair and arch away. He is forced to grab my legs and hold me onto him to keep me from toppling head first onto the desk. He holds my leg against his chest with one hand, and the other he puts in the small of my back. As I arch away, my tits are exposed to his face and he slides his hand up my back to bring them to his lips. When his magical lips touch them, I purr loud. The sound is not like a kitten, but like a tiger.
His growl matches and he sucks as much as he can in his mouth. He mauls my tit and it drives me fucking wild. Oh fuck! I can't take it! I let my hair go, rolling my head up, I grab his head and push him away, trying to release his suction on my tit. He only increases his teasing and my hands slide to his shoulders where I dig my claws into him and push. His head jerks up from the pain. I attack. I bite first my own leg, then his chest.
His roar is stifled but it’s threatening! He spins us around and body slams me into the wall. The force pushes his cock in deep and we both moan, long and loud. His hands are on the wall over my head. I get a whiff of his musk and my mind screams. Pinned to the wall, his body the only thing keeping me there, neither of us can move.
My stalking starts again. I push my elbows back against the wall and I hear my husky voice taunting him. "Come on, baby. Do it again."
His jaw sets hard and his eyes bore into mine. His hands latch onto my elbows and they hold me onto the wall. Pinned perfectly, I hang. His eyes are so full of thunder.
I moan at the sight. "Ah! Thunder fuck me!"
He grunts as he rears back, withdrawing, then he slams forward, pushing his cock deeper, burying it to the hilt. He holds me there and stares into my eyes.
"Again!" I tell him.
And again, he grunts as he rears back, withdrawing, then slams forward, pushing his cock deep. All the way to the glorious hilt.
"Fuck yeah! Again."
He holds me against the wall and I feel his breath, panting on my face. Then he releases my arms and pins my ankle to the wall with one hand. Then he takes his other hand and traces my jugular vein down my throat.
My skin crawls from his touch. Spreading out like a red hot flame, it ignites into blue fire. I didn’t know I could be this turned on.
His eyes bore into mine and I see both a threat and a promise there. His thunder rumbling like sound waves to my heart. The force of his power makes me almost swoon and I whimper from the complete and total need to be dominated by him. When he hears it, he kisses me, forcing his tongue down my throat.
I suck him wildly, demanding him to take me. Whatever the cost.
When he pulls away, his mouth goes to my ear and I hear his low hum as it starts. As he b
ites my ear lobe and moves to my neck, it turns into a roar. The sound makes me quiver and I arch my back and try to hunch his cock, but I'm trapped against the wall. I can't move. He nibbles and bites my neck. The quivers turn to shivers that rake my body. My pussy clinches and tightens on him and I can feel him throbbing in me. I open my mouth and moan, then I'm drawing in my breath to speak when his mouth clamps over mine again. His tongue fills my mouth and he fucks it, in and out and in and out. While I fight against him, not to stop but to GO! I groan loud and he releases the kiss.
He puts his mouth on my ear again. "Shhh! Wild Thang. I know what you want."
Then he is nibbling again and I bite my lip hard, holding all thoughts and sounds, concentrating on him. As he nibbles down my throat, I struggle against him again.
He says just loud enough I can hear him. "Don't move."
I wrap my fingers in my hair and pull tight, forcing myself to be still. He puts his hand on my hip and pins my pussy to the wall. His eyes look down and he watches as his cock withdraws. My eyes follow his.
The feeling.... The need.... The longing....
I look back up into his face.
THE BELONGING....
When he lifts his eyes to mine, the special chemical electricity we share jumps between us and it jolts us! Without words, we both know what we want! My tail tamed!
As his eyes bore into mine, mine hold his down deep in my soul where the wildness lives. I feel his hand close around my throat, my mind smiles at my soul and my heart thumps hard. My clit matches it, thump for thump. As he squeezes gently but firmly, he slams his cock to my core, pounding me, bouncing my ass off the wall. There are no thoughts in my mind. None! There are only feelings.
Feelings of ... dominance.
He pounds again, and again, and I bounce and moan.
His grip tightens. He stares into my eyes, watching me like a hawk.
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