𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 |*

25
AMBER JACKSON
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Paradise.

That's how I always felt when I awoke with my body heated from Alessandro's warmth cocooning me. He was a cuddler, and his head was usually nestled between my neck and shoulder, while his leg was entwined with mine. If I were to wake up first, I'd rub his hair with my fingertips until he became aware of my motions, snuggling closer to me before he opened his eyes and stared me in the face. Just a sliver of our paradise.

We were both morning people, or perhaps we had simply become accustomed to getting up with each other and following a schedule. He'd hold my body in his and get our shower ready before stripping us bare of whatever clothing we'd worn that night washing my skin clean, and I'd do the same. In other ways, though, this morning was special for us. Something was in the air after our shower, and now I'm lying naked on the bed with a ball gag between my lips and connecting cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Where was Alessandros' head, you might ask? Between my thighs where he was preoccupied sucking at the flesh.

I'm not sure how I land myself in these circumstances, but I'm sure it has a lot to do with my neediness, Alessandro's need to satisfy it, and Alessandro's ability to get me to agree to everything he offers without asking any further questions. The first and only reason I do it is because I know he prioritizes my safety and would never put me in danger.

He looks at me with swollen lips and an overflowing lustful gaze in his eyes. He licks his lips as his fingers run up my body, clutching the necklace he finally received for me from his jeweler, the same necklace he promised me on the night we went to the gala.

Funny thing about it is it's a simple 'A', one he suggests is to signify the start of my name and not his. Can somebody tell him he's delusional?!!?! If not for the sly smile that was present on his lips when I laughed at his sentiments before pressing my lips to his I would have believed him. "You like claiming me as yours?" I asked him. The glimmer of possessiveness that shines in his eyes sets off the beat of my heart.

"Yes. Always. But this is just for us. Our special symbol." he told me. His hands intertwine our fingers before bringing it to his lips and kissing the ring I wore often. "I thought the ring was our unique thing," I say quietly, smiling at the soft touch of his lips. Simultaneously, he cradles my finger in his, slowly spinning the ring around the delicate limb, almost as if expecting for an imprint comparable to that of a long-married man or woman. "It is," he says as he pulls me closer with his free hand. " They are a packaged deal.  Just like you and me."

I curl my head to the side, a sly grin on my face, "How will people know that you belong to me?"

"When you enter a room, my gaze is drawn to you, - your aura, your beauty, your presence. It should be obvious to anyone with a functioning brain cell that I'm infatuated. If they don't, I'll give you permission to brand my ass like a cow." At that I let out a laugh, throwing my head back, his chuckle resembling mine before the vibration hums into my exposed neck. My hand trails below his hips to give a tight squeeze that he immediately jumps from, "You do have a nice ass."

Now, four days later, on Saturday morning at six a.m., an hour before his family arrives to begin breakfast, I've let him tie me up in ways that would induce a cramp if I hadn't done yoga and stretches frequently. "You're fucking gorgeous like this.  Waiting for me, panting." I flutter my eyelashes at him, as if I could say anything with the ball gag in my mouth preventing me from speaking clearly. That gratified him. He loved it when I was incapacitated to his wonderful torment of my body, tugging cords I didn't know about and reaching deep within me, leaving me hungry for more.