mature scenes!Elliots pov.
I skipped two days of tour so I could spend time with Santino.We went on many dates in the span of two days. He treated me all day when I told him not to. Now I would have to bring all the things he bought for me back with me which was a lowkey drag.
We ate breakfast together on the balcony of a house he owned in San Marino. I tried Italy signature foods and we had a picnic for lunch. I fed him fruit and he fed me cake, I love cake.
Other than all the spoiling and dining, we had lots of sex..so much sex. on the balcony,the terrace which no one could see us due to it being at the back of the estate yet it was still nerve wracking and thrilling!! We have ended up doing it in the bathroom.. Hell, even the kitchen.
Sex with Santino was a de stressing activity, it was nice.. loving, calm.
We signed the contract when we were at his parents house and it feels nice to say I'm his sub. His.
And with that came new things. I was a bit reluctant to try new things but I did and I don't regret it. Bondage was almost my favorite. I was still leaning into waxplay, something about the slight sting felt good. Nipple play was by far my absolute favorite but I would never say that out loud.
After all the activities we've done the last two days, we were just laying down in bed together watching tv. I snacked on some chocolates and on the side of me Santino did paperwork. He looked stress.
"Are you okay Santino?" I ask holding his hand under the covers. He lets takes a deep breath. "Yea, uhm what do you want for breakfast? Its almost one and you still haven't ate."
"Ill eat you." I say rather teasingly.
His eyes widened and he stops looking at his papers then looks at me. I smile innocently up at him.
He shoved the papers to the floor, the action made me giggle.
He pulled me on his lap and I straddled his waist. "It seems like the only thing that fills you up is my cum." He smacks my ass I stifle a moan wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Maybe because its all you fill me up with." I smile kissing his nose. His grip tightens on my waist.
"You're going to get fucked so hard against the headboard if you don't stop, darling."
"Maybe I want that to happen." I whisper.
Our nose touch each others, our eyes meet and we breakout into a kiss and that one kiss becomes a make out session and before you know it my hands are tied up, chained to the headboard a blindfold over my eyes as I'm being fucked recklessly denied of a orgasm and not too short from being fucked to sleep.
I love every feeling of it too, the way his thrusts reach deep so naturally, a never ending pleasure, not knowing what he's going to do next becomes I simply can't see him, and being tied up, just for him, I'm his art.
I don't know when he does but Santino unchains me and rips the blindfold off of my face before pushing me against the clear screen door that leads to the balcony. He fucks me against the glass, one leg up as he drills into me hitting my prostate back to back.
Incoherent words come out of me and eventually turns into small squeaks.
"Look at you, so pretty.. my pretty baby, everyone is looking at you thinking the same, they see how I'm fucking your beautiful body as you fall apart underneath me, you like that don't you?"
The only thing I could do was moan, drool, scream and cry. It felt too good to give a direct answer. A look in his eye is what did it, he got his answer.
The window was tinted very professionally, no one could see us but it felt so arousing thinking if they did.
He pulled at my pierced nipples making me whimper, my legs shook as I struggled to keep myself up and standing. He licked at my earlobe before trailing kisses down my neck.
"P-please nughhsh~ I need to cum I can't- take it..." my throat hurts from all the loud noises I make but the thought slips away when Santino starts to jerk me off and white strips shoot out quickly.
I let out a broken sob in relief before falling to the floor.
My body shakes as I cling to the carpet.
"Were not done yet my love, who said you could finish off so easily?"
My eyes widened and I let out a whimper.
im fucked. Literally.
But behind that whimper was pure excitement.
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Bubble baths. I love bubblebaths. And thats what Santino and me were soaking in. A bubble bath.He scrubbed my body softly and washed my hair. His maids cleaned the bedroom. I remember their reaction to the ripped up pillows;feathers were everywhere, the messed up sheets and blankets laying across the floor. The random items that fell.. to keep it short it look like a tornado went through the room.
Their reactions made me giggle.
Santino grips my waist softly and kissed me behind the ear. "What haves you laughing sweetheart?" He looks down at me in adoration it makes my heart skip a beat.
"The reaction the maids had looking at the room." I bite my lip holding back a laugh as I move my hands through the water holding a mountain of bubbles in my hand.
He mocks the maid with widen eyes before talking "christ! What did you do to the room?! Your mother spent great money on these frabrics!" His Italian accent is stronger than ever and I break out into a fit of giggles.
He laughs with me until the laughter dies down a few moments later. I rest my head against his chest and breathe in the lavender scent that echos the bathroom.
We take a moment just to bask in eachother presence silently, a comfortable silence.
"You're amazing Santino, I fucking love you." I sigh. I turn to look up at him.
He's blushing.
I cup his cheeks and its my turn to kiss his forehead like he does mines all of the time. He coughs, covering his face.
I smile allowing my self to act oblivious.
"What made you say that,baby?"
I shrug. "I felt like you needed to hear it more, I love you."
"And I love you, beautiful." I crawl in his embrace for a much needed hug.
___BRUH IMAGINE SANTINO, MILAN, AYATO AND XANDER IN A ROOM TOGETHER 💀 (characters from my other books)
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