Brando

by Marita A. Hansen

  Her eyes lowered to his hip, where a large bruise had faded to a pale purple and yellow. She traced it with her fingertip, quickly retracting her hand as Brando shifted. She looked back up at his face, relieved he hadn’t caught her touching him. But then again, he’d given her permission. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his nose, thinking he had the most beautiful face she’d ever seen. Brando twitched in response, looking adorable as he did it. She smiled, adorable definitely not a suitable word for him.

  Dangerous

  Intense

  And downright sexy were much more suitable.

  Wanting to see how much she could do without waking him, she brushed her hand over his cock. He remained asleep. She flicked it. Again, no reaction. She shimmied forward and kissed him on the lips. He moaned, but still didn’t wake.

  She rested a hand on his stomach and kissed him again. He mumbled something indecipherable, then jolted. She pulled back, finding him staring at her, not looking like he understood what he was seeing. Then a slow smile spread across his face, his golden eyes twinkling mischievously.

  “I knew you couldn’t resist touching me,” he said.

  “Well, you are a know-it-all.”

  His smile widened. “No truer words.”

  “So arrogant.”

  “For good reason.”

  “Shut up and let me kiss you.” She leaned forward and kissed him yet again. Brando thrust his tongue inside her mouth, being rough. Ivy pulled back. “I’m in control.”

  Brando’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that so?”

  “Yes, you’re the one chained up. I chained you up.”

  “I allowed myself to get this way. I also allowed it to happen with a beautiful woman in my bed, someone who has claimed she doesn’t want me, yet woke me up by kissing and touching me. Now ... tell me I didn’t make that happen?”

  “You’re so full of yourself.”

  “Again, for good reason.” He leaned forward, giving her a hard kiss. A heartbeat later he pulled back. His pupils were dilated, almost drowning out the gold. “Untie me so I can give you an orgasm.”

  “What makes you think I can’t get one with you tied up?”

  “Because you’ve never come before, so free my hands.”

  “How about I just use your cock?” she said, grabbing it.

  He groaned, thrusting his hips up.

  She let go. “See ... that’s why I have to be in charge.”

  He frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “You get carried away with your own needs.”

  “If I need to give you an orgasm, I will get carried away, but it won’t be me coming first.”

  She smiled. “So sure of yourself, aren’t you.”

  “I am when it’s not just my cock I want to pleasure.” His eyes lowered down her. “And why are you dressed? Take your clothes off.”

  “Say please.”

  He flicked his tongue out. “You have to sit on my face before I say please.”

  “And you say Dominic’s rude?”

  “No one compares to me.”

  “Very true.”

  Still smiling, she pushed off the bed and removed her shirt. Brando’s eyes went to her bra-clad breasts, the low growl coming from his lips thrilling her. She pushed her pants down next, leaving only her underwear on. He said something in Italian she didn’t understand, but she knew without a doubt it was a compliment. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, dropping it to the floor.

  “Oh Dio,” he muttered. “You could suffocate me with those things and I’d die happy.”

  She laughed, then pushed down her panties.

  “That too. Sit on my face.” He lay down, grimacing, his back probably causing him pain.

  “Brando, don’t be stupid, move onto your side.”

  “No, ride my face.”

  “Move onto your side or I’ll leave you tied up all day.”

  “It wouldn’t work, I’d call for help.”

  “You’d be humiliated.”

  “Only if my mother walked in, and Alessandro’s in the next room, so he could free me.”

  “You have no shame.”

  “I have more than I care for, and stop talking; you’re making me go soft.”

  She looked at his cock. “Liar, you’re rock hard.”

  “Then hop on my cazzo and take a ride, puttana.”

  “I’m not a whore!”

  “True, because if you were, you’d be giving me pleasure instead of bossing me around.”

  “Stop being rude and move onto your side.”

  “Nope.”

  Determined to make him move, she climbed onto the bed and grabbed his arm. Without warning, he swung one of the cuff straps over her head and yanked her onto him. He grunted, no doubt from the pressure on his back, but instead of pushing her away, he grabbed her head and latched onto her lips, kissing her hard. Sick of arguing with him, she returned the kiss. He rolled her over, the slack in the straps giving him enough room to move. She placed a hand on the back of his head, getting lost in his lips. He broke the kiss and slipped one of the straps out from under her. Not wanting him to stop, she grabbed his head again and yanked him back down, fusing her lips against his. He kissed her for a while longer, then pulled back.

  He held up his hands. “Free me so I can go down on you.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’ve never had a man do that to me before.”

  His eyebrows rose. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’ve only performed oral sex.”

  “Definitely free me, then. I want to show you what you’ve been missing.”

  “Okay, but if I don’t like it you have to stop.”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

  “But, if I don’t—”

  “I promise to stop. Happy now?”

  She nodded and started undoing the cuffs. Once they were off, he yanked her onto her back and began tickling her, making her laugh and curl up. He grabbed her right arm and—

  Ivy whipped her head around, realizing he’d cuffed her wrist. He grabbed her other arm.

  “What are you doing?!” she yelled, trying to pull free.

  He tightened his grip and secured her left wrist, then pushed off the bed with a huge grin.

  She yanked at the cuffs, yelling, “Free me!”

  “Nope, and you’re being too loud.” He pulled open the drawer and removed a ball gag.

  She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head vigorously, not risking speaking. He started tickling her again, making her yell out. He jammed the ball into her mouth and tied the straps behind her head. She kicked out at him, not believing this was happening, Brando yet again ruining everything. He always started off great, then finished things with his own selfish desires, not caring what she wanted. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking to ever allow herself to trust him. She yelled through the gag, furious with herself more than him, knowing she’d walked into his trap with her eyes wide open.

  He pulled out more cuffs from the drawer and grabbed one of her legs, securing her right ankle to the bed, then did the same to her other one. She jerked about, too angry and scared to stop, even though she knew it would do no good.

  He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her chest, gently rubbing it. “Sssh, there’s no need to panic, I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is give you pleasure.”

  She stopped struggling, confused by the change in his tone. He pushed up and moved to the bottom of the bed. Her eyes followed him, wondering whether he was being honest or toying with her emotions—reassuring her one minute, then scaring her the next.

  He climbed in between her legs, looking like a lion ready to pounce, his visage both scary and sexy. He ran a hand over her pussy. “I can be attentive when I want to,” he said, lowering his voice, “although I usually only do it for a power trip. I like it when women squirm and beg for me to make them come. I also like scaring them, the fear in their eyes always turning me on. But with you ...
I want neither of those. Instead, I want to please you, not my selfish cock, because you’re the first woman I’ve considered sharing my life with. I may not love you now, but I’m definitely falling for you. You’re exquisite, Ivy. Everything about you fascinates me.” He stroked a finger between her folds, causing her to tremble. Keeping his eyes on her, he lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it in. He pulled it out a moment later, groaning, “You taste so damn sweet. It makes me want to devour you.”

  He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her pussy. She stared down at him, her mind unable to process what he was doing, the sensation something she hadn’t experienced before.

  He placed a hand on her chest and looked up at her. “Exhale. You’re holding your breath. Also, don’t tense up, you’ll enjoy it more if you relax.”

  She breathed out, although she still felt tense, the fear of the unknown plaguing her mind.

  He rubbed a thumb over her clit, making her jolt. “Still too tense,” he murmured, “but not for long.” He flicked his tongue out again, licking up her pussy. “Mmmm, you really do taste good, but I’ll stop if you don’t want me to continue. Blink if you want me to free you.” He started circling her clit with his thumb.

  She squirmed, the feeling too intense, but she forced herself not to blink, still wanting him to continue.

  “Bene, I was hoping you wouldn’t stop me.” He snapped his teeth together. “Now it’s time to eat some figa.”

  He grabbed her hips and buried his face into her pussy, making her cry out, the ball muffling the sound. Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this, or ever dreamed a man would do it for her. The men she’d been with had always fucked her face until they came over it, never caring about her pleasure. Even Sasha hadn’t done anything like this. But he’d been inexperienced, so wide-eyed in his innocence—until the Black Russian had fucked it out of him. She pushed Sasha out of her mind, not wanting to think about him. All she wanted to think about was Brando, who didn’t fill her with guilt and regret, only passion and desire, with a touch of fear.

  Brando continued devouring her below, what he was doing blowing her mind, the man a sexual savant. His tongue, lips, and teeth were doing indescribable things to her, not to mention his fingers. She looked down her body at him, still in disbelief he would do such a thing, and even more, how incredible it felt.

  Brando glanced up, the dirty look in his eyes captivating her. Smiling wickedly, he pushed a finger inside of her pussy, then added another one, making her gasp. With his other hand, he reached up and squeezed one of her nipples, finger fucking her as he did it. She started moving her lower half, matching his rhythm. After several seconds, he removed his fingers and resumed devouring her pussy, nibbling her folds and flicking her clit with his tongue, causing the pressure inside of her to rise higher and higher and—

  Something hit her below, a shot of ecstasy so strong that it made her cry out. It spread through her body fast, the wave of pleasure consuming her whole, taking over all thought and self-control. Ivy flung her head back, reveling in the feeling, lost in her own personal heaven.

  Rising up over her, Brando placed his cock at her entrance as she continued to soar. He pushed inside and started fucking her, making the pleasure almost unbearable. She grabbed onto the straps and yelled into the gag, not wanting it to end.

  All of a sudden, Brando stopped thrusting inside of her, his expression grabbing her attention. She’d seen so many men orgasm on top of her, but nothing like Brando. He looked unreal—too beautiful to be human—an erotic angel lost in ecstasy. She wanted to burn his visage into her memory, taking it to the grave, where he would surely send her, because in that moment she knew she would kill to keep him.

  Once he’d finished, he pulled out and removed his condom, something she hadn’t seen him put on. The memory of him not using one the first time they’d had sex made her realize she wasn’t feeling sick this morning. Relief flooded her, although a slight pang of sadness tinged her thoughts, making her realize she wouldn’t mind having his baby.

  Christ! Where did that come from? She wasn’t the motherly type, far from it.

  He removed the gag from her mouth. “You came hard, didn’t you?”

  Not answering him, she loosened her jaw, relieved the gag was gone.

  He gave her a smug smile. “No need to answer, I know you did.” He pushed off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

  “Brando, unlock me,” she called out.

  The shower turned on.

  “Brando!”

  “Keep yelling,” he replied from the bathroom. “Let everyone know you’re tied to my bed.”

  She snapped her mouth shut, hoping that no one had heard.

  A few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. He was also wearing an evil grin, giving her the impression he was up to mischief.

  “Free me,” she said.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “This isn’t funny, Brando, I want to see my sister.”

  “I’ll check on her and report back. Anyway, the doctor said she’s stable.”

  “You still have to uncuff me.”

  “Not really, so how about you relax while I go get you some breakfast?”

  “I can get it myself.”

  “Nope, I want to do it, plus I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “What do you mean by that?” she said, now worried.

  “You cock teased me for weeks, and now I have you chained up, I’m going to get my fill, fucking you to my heart’s content. I’ll let you go once I’m finished.”

  “I’m not a sex toy!” she yelled, yanking at the straps. “I thought you understood that.”

  He sat down next to her. “I do, and I’m not treating you like one. If I were, I wouldn’t get you breakfast or even talk to you, other than to give you orders.” He caressed her cheek. “And I really like talking to you. I want to get to know you more. I also want to spend the day with you.”

  “You can,” she said, melting a little, “just uncuff me.”

  “No.” He ran his fingers down her neck, making her shiver. “You look beautiful. Your face is glowing.” His fingers continued to her right breast, where he stroked her nipple back to hardness.

  “God, you’re a bastard,” she breathed out, Brando arousing her again.

  “A sexy bastardo,” he grinned, “your sexy bastardo. I want to fuck you all day long.” He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it and tugging a little before letting go. “Would you like that?”

  She could feel herself getting wet all over again, her pussy replying with a ‘Hell, yeah!’ “I’d love you to fuck me all day long,” she said, trying to control her excited breathing. “But uncuff me first. I want to sit on your face.” She smiled. “I love your mouth on my pussy.”

  Grinning wider, he pushed to his feet. “I’m hungry.”

  “What?”

  “I told you, I’m fetching breakfast.” Dropping the towel, he pulled on a white bathrobe and went for the door.

  She yanked at the straps again, the man nothing but an infuriating tease. “You can’t just wind me up and leave me here while you go do whatever the hell you want.”

  He stopped. “I can and I will, and I won’t be long, so calm down. I’ll go check on Menna to make sure she’s all right, then grab the food and be right back. I want to feed you, or maybe even feed off of you,” he stared at her breasts for a moment, then lowered his gaze to her pussy, “then we can fuck again.”

  “Brando—”

  He raised a hand, cutting her off. “No talking until I get back or I’ll eat my breakfast off your pussy.” He snapped his teeth together. “Believe me; you won’t want that, because I bite.” Laughing, he disappeared out the door, leaving Ivy wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

  26

  Vinnie yawned, stretching as he woke up. His muscles ached, but in a good way, because it meant he’d fucked up a s
torm the night before with... He turned his head, finding D lying naked on her stomach. Smiling, he ran a hand over her round ass, wanting to go for another round ... or two. He smiled wider as his cock twitched in agreement.

  Without waking, she shifted onto her side, revealing her gorgeous breasts, making him bite his bottom lip to stifle a groan. She had the type of body that he loved—a large ass, huge tits, and a small waist. She also had wild hair, which had gone from straight to almost afro overnight. He twirled his finger through it, preferring it untamed.

  His phone rang, pulling his attention away from her. He untangled his finger and pushed out of bed. Grabbing his pants off the floor, he removed his phone and flicked it on, saying, “Pronto.”

  No one replied.

  Not wanting to wake D, he headed out of the room, repeating, “Pronto?”

  His caller exhaled loudly.

  “Who is this?” he asked, feeling disturbed. Did he have two stalkers?

  Again, no reply.

  “Just answer me!”

  He froze as a voice sounded on the other side. It was male and Slavic, and slightly muffled, suggesting the person wasn’t the caller, just someone in the background. Vinnie couldn’t understand what the man was saying ... except for one thing ... the name Gemma. Then Gemma spoke, answering the man in her own language, her voice panicked. A second later the phone went dead. In shock, Vinnie looked down at the number, realizing it was the same one that had been used by his silent caller.

  Feeling like he’d just been mind-fucked, he reentered his room. Careful not to wake D, he quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a black shirt, then headed for Dominic’s room, growing irritated when he couldn’t find his brother.

  He glanced at the clock on Dominic’s wall, the time just past ten a.m. Eager to speak to his twin, he headed out of the studio, still shocked that his ex was his silent caller.