by Sienna Parks
“I can’t. I’m sorry. This isn’t right.”
I allow myself one last longing kiss before I gently lower her to her feet. Picking up my jacket, I smooth out my shirt, turn, and walk, forcing every step that takes me further away from her, but her low husky voice stops me in my tracks.
“Please…”
She closes the distance between us, taking my hand in hers, leading me back into the marquee, through the crowd, and out into the seclusion of the bridal dressing room. I didn’t even know this was here. I quickly scan the room, taking in every possible surface that I could use to take what I want in this moment. To have Vittoria sprawled naked for my perusal, for my pleasure. The tension in the room is electrifying and I find myself unable to turn and look at her, knowing that if I do, I will have no control over my actions.
“Look at me, Logan.” I run my hand over my face, trying to sober my riotous emotions. “Please. Look at me.”
I reluctantly turn my gaze to the woman I so desperately crave with every fiber of my being, but what I find when I do… absolutely floors me. I am dumbstruck and completely aroused. Her dress is pooled at her feet, along with her bra, her stunningly unblemished skin covered only by a scrap of black lace. Her body is everything I ever fantasized about and more. Small pert breasts, the sweetest nipples I have ever seen; lithe limbs, and a sexy as hell piercing through her belly button. She is an Italian goddess.
My breathing is labored as I take in ever last inch of her; my cock aching, straining against my pants.
“Vittoria…” My hands are fisted at my sides as I fight desperately to remain standing where I am. Struggling against the pull I feel; the all-consuming need to have her. “You need to put your clothes back on before I do something that you’ll regret.”
She makes a move toward me, stepping out of her dress, her slender legs stunning in high heels. I have never seen any woman look as sexy as she does right now.
“Really look at me, Logan. Tell me what you see. I need you to see me for who I really am.”
I grab her shoulders, relishing the feel of her; her scent invading my senses. My hands buzzing at this small touch, her naked body crying out for me to lavish it with my caress.
“I do see you. You are… exquisite. I want you so badly it’s a physical ache coursing through every inch of my body.”
“Then take me. I want you to take me.” As she speaks she lifts her elegant fingers and begins to caress her breasts, kneading them, flicking her thumbs over tightly budded nipples. My dick feels like granite; almost painful.
“I only have so much control, Vittoria, and you’re testing it to its limits.”
She lets out a sexy as hell moan, a sly grin on her face, before licking her lips as she moves her hand down her stomach and under the tiny scrap of lace that is hiding her from me. I am entranced by her every move. My desire for her is at a fever pitch as she removes her hand, and slowly lifts her fingers to my mouth, holding them just shy of my lips.
I can hear my heartbeat hammering in my ears. My dick throbbing with the need to claim her.
“Goddammit!!”
I grab her wrist, holding her tighter than I should, before taking her fingers, wet with her own arousal, into my mouth. I can’t hold in the groan of satisfaction that escapes me as I suck her dry. “You taste so good. Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?”
Her breath is shallow but fast, her chest rising and falling, her breasts offered up to me, calling for my attention; her voice a breathless rasp. “If it’s half as much as I want you, then I don’t see how you could possibly fight it.”
“It’s for your own good. Trust me.” Everything inside me is at war, and she knows it. She grabs my hand guiding it down her body, sliding it underneath the lace of her panties and letting it rest on the warmth of her pussy, wet and ready for me.
“I do trust you. I trust you to do… anything to me. I’m not beneath begging to get what I want. I want you. I always have, and I’m tired of having to hide it and pretend I don’t know that you want me, too.” She moves my hand with her own, tracing circles around her swollen clit. “I won’t offer myself to you in this way again. This is your chance to have me, exactly the way you want me. I am completely at your command.”
Master Dom or not, I am under her spell and helpless to deny her. The feel of her swollen flesh against my fingers is too much. I rip her hand off of mine and pin both of hers behind her back. She winces as I remove my hand from her panties, just long enough to tear them off and leave her completely exposed to me. She is stunning, absolutely breathtaking.
“I’m going to make you come with my fingers since you were so intent on forcing them down your panties. I’ll give you what you want, and then I’m taking what I want.” I thrust my fingers inside her tight little pussy, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit, letting her writhe in pleasure. She doesn’t disappoint, riding my hand and fingers with wild abandon, moaning her desire, driving me to the edge. I quicken the pace, thrusting a third finger inside, curling them forward at just the right angle to make her fall apart.
“Oh God, Logan… Fuck!” I immediately stop, leaving her helpless and desperate for release.
“You will NOT curse when any part of me is inside you. Do you understand? And don’t call me Logan.” I realize that I can’t finish that sentence. “Don’t make a sound. You are going to come in silence, and only when I let you. Understood?” She doesn’t speak. God, she would make a perfect sub. “You may nod that you understand my command.” She does as I ask and I feel like my dick is about to burst out of my pants; I am so turned on by her whole demeanor.
I take her mouth in a fierce kiss, my hands exploring her naked flesh, memorizing every delectable inch, making my way back down towards heaven. As soon as my thumb flicks over her clit, she’s struggling for control, trying not to come until I tell her. She bites down on my shoulder sending a deliciously, torturous pain through my system. Normally I would punish a sub for biting me without permission, but it feels so damn good.
“That’s it, little one. Hold on until I tell you.” I work her with my hand, ghosting kisses along her neck, over her shoulder and onto her breasts. She tastes amazing; a mixture of perfume and her natural scent. It’s a heady cocktail. When I feel her pussy start to tighten around my fingers I know she can’t hold back much longer. “Now, Vittoria. Let go and feel it.” One last flick of my thumb over her clit and my teeth clamping down on her nipple, sends her spiraling over the edge. Her hand flies up to her mouth and I watch as she bites down hard on her fist, forcing the screams into silence as I requested. I let her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm, relishing the feel of her juices dripping down my fingers.
She is perfect.
“You’ve had what you want, little one, now it’s time for me to take what I want. Lie on the table. I want your hands above your head and your legs spread as wide as you can.”
Without question or hesitation, she moves to the table, her gaze lowered to the floor, and I know in this moment that I can’t fuck her. If I claim her like that, she’ll be mine, and I will never let her go. No matter how broken and twisted my soul is, I would be making love to her, and I can’t come back from that. The mere thought of it devastates me.
I strip off my suit jacket, shirt and tie, loosening the buckle on my belt without taking my pants off. “You have permission to make noise as I make you come… over and over again. Let me hear how much you love it. Understood?”
“Yes...”
“You will call me Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
She looks divine, stretched out on the table, her hands above her head, clasped together. I take my time, pacing around the table in quiet, measured movements, slowly drinking in the sight of her, watching her flesh start to quiver in anticipation as I gently run a single finger down the side of her body; from her hands, all the way down to her pretty, painted toes. She doesn’t flinch, she simply gives herself
over to the sensation; her legs remaining spread wide for me, her pussy glistening with arousal.
“Now I’m curious. Is this how you react to every man that kisses you? Do you give yourself over so freely to others?”
I dip my head down between her legs and take one long, luscious lick; reveling in the sweetness of her taste. Her back arches off the table and a low moan escapes her, making my cock twitch, aching to be inside her.
“Do other men make you this wet, little one? Do you cream at the sound of their voice, the way you do for me?”
“No, Mr. Fitzgerald. Only you. It’s always been you.” My heart breaks at her words, and I fight the voice inside of me, telling me to walk away and save us both.
“You’ve said quite enough.” I can’t bear to hear such tender words pass her succulent lips. I need her to stop. I pick my tie up off the floor and wrap it around her mouth, just tight enough that she can’t speak, but not so tight as to hinder her breathing.
She never once makes eye contact with me, and I don’t know whether it’s complete submission, or fear. I hesitate for a fleeting moment before my desire takes over. She looks so… flawless. She is completely at my mercy and it makes me so hard I can barely stand it.
I push my pants and my boxers just low enough to free my throbbing erection and fist it in my hand. “Look at me, Vittoria. Take a good, long, hard look at what you do to me.”
When her eyes take in the sight of me working my cock with my hand, she bites down on my tie, and I can see her fighting the urge to clench her thighs together and alleviate the pressure I know is building. She is fixated; mesmerized by every movement of my fist. I close my eyes and let myself imagine that I’m inside her, hammering into her over and over again, feeling her hot, wet walls tightening around me. I let myself go almost to the edge of release, and then pull back. I’m not ready to have this moment, this tryst; this scene, end.
I can see the hunger in her eyes, and all I want is to feed her desire, and feast on her arousal.
“You like watching me touch myself. You’re a very dirty girl. I should punish you for that, but it’s so goddamn sexy, and right now, I need to taste you. I want to feel your clit writhing against my tongue. I’m going to wring as much pleasure from you as you can stand, and then, if you’re a good girl and manage not to move while you orgasm, time after time, after time, I will reward you.”
I give a sharp pull on her legs, bringing her ass to the edge of the table, dropping to my knees, spreading her thighs as wide as they can go before my tongue descends on her folds; licking her from her entrance, slowly up, until I reach her clit, circling it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue before drawing it in and sucking on her. My satisfied groans reverberate against her skin causing her to convulse beneath me; her muffled cries of pleasure spurring me on. I could do this for hours and not tire of her taste. It’s sweet and sensual and better than any woman I have ever tasted. I lap up every last drop of her arousal before giving one last flick of my tongue against her clit, sending her crashing over the edge, spiraling out of control, screaming against the silk of my tie as I continue to kiss her, throwing her straight into a second mind-blowing orgasm.
Her breathing is heavy, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat from the intensity of her release.
I don’t give her long to recover before I’m thrusting my fingers inside her. She’s so wet for me, and it’s making me question my restraint. Every cell in my body is willing me to fuck her, right here, right now, and as I battle against the war that has been waged on my cognitive thought, I quicken my pace, pumping in and out of her, brushing my thumb over her clit until she explodes around me again, her body going limp as she lets the myriad of sensations wash over her; hands still outstretched above her head, hands clasped together, and her legs spread wide. She is divine.
“You’ve done well, little one, and now you can have your reward.” I gently loosen my tie and remove it from her mouth. “Open wide.” Her eyes are alight with anticipation, greedy for what I have to give.
I drop my pants and boxers to the floor, completely naked as I crawl up onto the table, straddling her body, skin to skin, stalking her like a panther stalks its prey; ready to take what’s mine. I fist my hand around the base of my cock, watching her hungry gaze take in the sight of me above her; a sultry grin spreading across her face, her eyes filled with lust.
“Do you have something you want to say, little one? I want to know what that sexy look on your face is for.”
Her soft, gravelly voice, is a sweet caress. “You are so much more than I expected. Your body is male perfection. Sculpted and strong. Muscular but lean. You have the most beautiful cock, and my entire body is aching with the need to feel you inside me. I want to taste you; to feel your hard length, pulse and thrust against my tongue; letting my mouth envelop you in a sensual caress.”
I need to stop her from saying these things, that both arouse me, and touch something deeper inside of me, but I’m greedy and I want to hear every last torturous word.
“I want to feel your large, warm, callused hands, fisting in my hair as you take control; fucking my mouth; taking what you want from me; watching as I give it to you freely. I want to see you spiral out of control as you fall apart above me, your cock pulsing as you release each delicious, hot spurt of your come down my throat. I want to lap up every last drop of you, Mr. Fitzgerald. And after you wring every drop of pleasure from my mouth, I want to feel you inside me. Hammering every hard, thick inch of your cock into my wet, warm pussy.”
“Enough.” My body aches for her, my heart heavy knowing that I can’t give her that last part. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, but it will cross a line that I can’t cross. “Stop talking and open your mouth, little one. Let me give you what you so desperately crave.”
She does as I ask without hesitation, and the moment I lean over, letting the engorged head of my dick touch her pouty lips, I’m lost; her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes me fully into her mouth, her arms still outstretched above her head. Holy Shit! I don’t think anything has ever felt this good. I brace my arms above her head, taking her hands in mine, entwining our fingers together in a slow, tender gesture; a stark juxtaposition to the harsh thrusting of my hips, my cock claiming her pretty, little mouth. The combination of sweet and animalistic is so intense, and everything I imagined her to be.
“Vittoria. You feel so fucking good.” I drop my head, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over me; letting it control me. I don’t have a conscious thought in my head, only a feeling; a need; an overwhelming desire for the woman beneath me.
She begins to groan against my dick, her tongue licking from root to tip, up and down, her lips clamping around me, sucking me until I can’t hold back any longer. As I let go, feeling my release coursing up the length of me and spilling out into her mouth, the satisfied hum that reverberates from her throat, catapults me deeper into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had; shouting her name in a plea for more.
She continues to milk every last drop from me, all the while, tracing soft, sensual circles with her thumbs, on the back of my hands. I reluctantly pull out of her sweet little mouth, and move to down take her lips in a fierce kiss, pouring all of my love and regret into this one moment. I so desperately want to stay here with her and make love to her, but as the mist in my mind clears, I know what I have to do.
I extricate myself from her grasp, leaving her dazed and confused, grab my clothes and start getting dressed when she speaks up. “What are you doing?” It physically hurts me to hear the pain in her voice, and when it turns to anger, it hurts even more. “Don’t you want to fuck me… Mr. Fitzgerald?” Her words are dripping with disdain, but I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. She is naked before me, both physically and emotionally. She doesn’t move, laid bare on the table, her legs still wide open for me, exactly as I commanded.
“Jesus Christ.” I run my fingers through my hair, trying to temper my
arousal. “You need to get dressed.” She stays completely still, staring me down, unshed tears evident in the shimmer that clouds her deep brown gaze. I turn away, buttoning my shirt and restoring myself to some semblance of a calm exterior.
“You wanted me like this, Mr. Fitzgerald. Why won’t you fuck me? I know you want to. I can see how hard you still are for me.” I stride over to the table, taking in the sight of her gloriously naked form, one last time. Leaning down, I brush my mouth against hers, letting her lick the seam of my lips, as I savor my scent mingled with hers.
“I can’t fuck you, Vittoria. If you let me inside you. If I slide every achingly hard inch of my cock inside your sweet cunt, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I couldn’t walk away. No matter how rough I would take you, how much you would be screaming my name and begging for the depraved pleasure I could give you… I would always be making love to you. You would be mine. Forever, completely, irrevocably… mine. You’re not ready for that. You never will be.”
I can’t stop myself from feathering kisses over every inch of her body; her back arching to get closer, offering herself to me, even now.
“I’m ready. Please… don’t do this. Don’t go. Make love to me. Make me yours.”
I trail my hands up her body, coming to rest on either side of her beautiful face. I allow myself one last, deep, soul destroying kiss; letting her know just how hard this is for me. When I break away, breathless and desperate for more, I hold her gaze as I speak my final words to her. “I want to make you mine so badly. I always have, and I always will, and that’s why I need to walk away. I will always protect you… from me. Even if it leaves me a hollow shell of a man in the process. Goodbye, little one.”
I watch as a single tear escapes her stunning eyes, rolling down her cheek, and I wipe it with my thumb before forcing myself to turn around and leave the woman I love, naked, vulnerable, confused and heartbroken, more beautiful than she has ever been. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Each step toward the door, feels like I’m being dragged down by quicksand. Every moment that I feel her gaze burning into my back, fighting the urge not to turn and take one last look at her naked beauty, is sheer agony; a hot poker, staked through my heart. My hand trembles as I reach for the door handle, slowly twisting it, wishing that I didn’t have to walk through this door and leave this moment with her behind.
