Burning Sensation

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ

She's crazy and I'm fucking out of my mind.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, tesoro," I mutter, shutting the door behind me and taking a step closer to her. "Now pick a safe word."

Her eyes widen by just a fraction, like she wasn't expecting me to respond to her.

"Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to pick a safe word?"

"Stardust."

I nod, shrugging off my suit jacket as I finally take my time to let my eyes caress her. Bold and rough, my gaze dragging from her full, firm breasts to her clothed pussy.

"Take your underwear off," I order softly, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence as I stalk towards her, all the while keeping my gaze locked on her while I stand directly behind her. "Then bend over and spread your legs."

Despite a slight shake in her hands, Isabella didn't hesitate. She faced the mirror, arched her back but kept her legs closed.

I squeezed her ass before delivering a sharp slap that made her yelp. "I said spread."

She shivers, body trembling as she spreads her knees and legs.

Immediately she spread her knees, I almost drop to mine. Her pussy is so wet, it washed away my sins.

"I planned to have you on my bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror so you can see how splendid we are together." I mutter, my eyes between her spread legs and she whimpers.

This view right here was the death of my self-control, my professionalism, and any sense of self-preservation I once had. None of that will matter when I finally tasted how sweet she was or felt how her pussy grips me perfectly, like she was tailor-made for me.

"Valerio..."

I hardened to the point of pain. God, nothing in the world ever sounded as sweet as the sound of my name on her lips.

She was naked as the day she was born while I was fully clothed, and somehow that made the scene even filthier.

I pressed my lips to her neck, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth before taking a step back.

"You want me to take you, sweetheart?" I murmured, watching how her wetness slides down her thigh from her pussy. "Ruin you, pound you into a pathetic mess, turn you into my little fuck doll? I mean, I haven't even touched you yet and you're all drenched. You're such a good slut for me."

She shuts her eyes with a moan, gripping the ends of the dresser so tightly I fear she'll break her nails. "Valerio please—"

I chuckle, removing my belt and yanking her wrists backwards with my other hand. Crossing them behind her, I wrap the leather around it, securing it around her wrists, to the point they pinch her skin, making her whimper.