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ALESSANDRO

T he leather strap of the whip switches across my back again in a vibrant line of pain. I love every second of it.

I don't for a moment regret giving her freedom, setting her loose on me. She's warming up to all of this so well, too well.

A smile starts curling across my lip until she cracks it again.

I haven't let her tie me up yet.

I’ve never let anyone take total control of me.

Additionally, I keep her on a tight leash, cuffed and collared while she inflicts sweet pain on me. I reply to her whip crack with a sharp tug of her chain, pulling her head back to bite down hard on her neck.

We're locked at the waist and I'm boring into her, grappling and each doing our best to make the other submit. Isabella keeps aggressively slamming down, clinching my length in her velvet embrace.

She’s trying to force me to come.

But control is my game. And I’m not ready to give in yet.

There's something new I want to try.

We've been at this for days. Since that first night, two more have passed much the same way. Adriano gets drunk and passes out and we go into our private chamber, into this heavenly dream state where we please and inflict pain on each other until we can't stand it anymore and either fuck one another senseless, or make deep, passionate love, with much the same result.

We’re already in the throes of pure abandon, losing all sense of time, tonight.

Isabella’s heading toward another climax when I flip her onto her back, tearing the whip from her hand and flinging it across the room.

I never pull out as I do it, crashing deeper into her hips with the motion.

Before she can get a hold of my waist with her legs again, I escape, leaving her stranded, her hands gripping the leather straps that loop around her wrists and up to the ceiling, allowing her a fair amount of freedom, but keeping her confined to the circular bed.

From the far corner of the room, I retrieve the object that I’ve been saving for a special occasion: a padded saddle horse, bedecked with its own set of harnesses and manacles.

That familiar hesitance shadows Isabella’s eyes.

“Finally going to let me tie you up for a change?” she purrs.

“You’ll have to earn that privilege.”

“And how will I earn it?”

“You’re about to find out.”

The second I release her from her binding, she’s lunging for me, then darting away, staying out of my reach. We play a teasing game of tag, until I manage to snag the rope harness I bound her in earlier, tripping her up and bending her over the saddle horse.

She immediately becomes pliant, rolling her hips and bobbing her ass for me.

Strapping her wrists and ankles to the legs of the device, I slip the waist harness around, cinching the clasps tightly, leaving no slack. She’s totally immobilized, prone and ripe for the taking.

“Ride me…” She looks back at me over her shoulder biting her lip.

“I intend to. But you’re going to need something more…sturdy to bite down on.”

“Why is that? You don’t want me to hurt my lip?”

“I don’t want you to bite off your tongue.”

“Oh really?” she challenges me. “Then I guess you'd better gag me. But I want the ball gag this time.”

It's like she can read my mind. She knows exactly what I want her to say.

And she clearly means what she says.

The result is infuriating and enticing. Almost like she's controlling the situation, even as she’s strapped down.

From the chest of accessories, I pull out a ball gag, wedging the soft rubber firmly between her teeth while I kiss her jaw and neck, tasting the salt and honey-sweet glow of her heated skin.

Then I take my time, spanking her ass until it’s radiating, sensuous and pink.

She’s splayed out for me, helpless to resist.

And I can’t resist, bending down to taste her, burying my tongue as deep as I can.

It sends her hips twirling, or it would, if she could move. The effect barrels through me like lightning, from my abdomen, up through my spine and down, agonizingly forcing my rigid cock to flex.

I won’t last two seconds inside her at this rate, overstimulated as I am.

The nipple clamps should stave off my release, distracting me with a little more pain of my own. Additionally, it raises my sensory perceptions, heightening my awareness of everything around me, outlining the pebbling skin of Isa’s body in an incandescent aura.

Resting the tip against her wet folds, I prepare myself, mentally, physically, rippling the muscles of my abs and clenching my body, rolling my shoulders.

“Are you ready?” It’s a rhetorical question.

“Mm-hmm…” Her affirmation comes out in a gravelly, husky moan.

I let the sleek caress of her walls settle around me, inch by agonizing inch as I ease my hips forward. This goes on for minutes, painstakingly shifting in and out at a grueling pace.

Before long, Isa’s drenching the cushion of the saddle horse. Her thighs shudder, almost vibrating with the tension of her burgeoning pleasure. I catch a glimpse of her face, her brow furrowed, her eyes closed tight as she holds out, trying to keep herself together.

“You can come…once,” I grind out through my clenched jaw, knowing that she’ll need to ride that first wave for what I’m about to do next.

Like a floodgate bursting open I watch her back muscles contract, heaving deep, hissing breaths around the ball in her mouth. Her walls close tightly around me, nearly undoing my mastery.

“No!” I growl, slapping her ass. She opens her eyes wide, glaring back at me, and I just shake my head, laughing incredulously. “You will not make me come yet. Not a fucking chance.”

The smile that pulls at her lips almost does it for me again, her plump lips sucking on the deep red orb of the ball gag.

“Keep smiling…” I scoff.

Pinching the jewel tipped toy seated just above our joining, I pop it out, leaving her open and ready for another test, another level of stimulation.

“I have to have all of you, Isa, in every way.”

She nods frantically, breathing faster through her nose.

We've been working up to this for a couple of days now. Putting in a slightly bigger toy each time. I press my thumb in first, adding more lubricant, savoring the feel of the slippery texture on her ass cheeks, and growling a moan of my own to the hugging tightness of her ring.

I strike one cheek, then the other, hard, then harder.

Each spanking tightens her around my thumb, making my heart pound in my ears, my blood boiling.

A tremble overtakes Isabella, having nothing to do with an orgasm.

It’s pure anticipation.

The sweetest anxiety as I make her wait.

Like before, I press my head to her star, allowing her to get used to the feel, and to mentally prepare herself for my massive width and length.

The tip slips inside.

“I want you to think of this room, this moment every time you think of me for the rest of your life, Isabella.” It’s edging on a farewell, hinting at the fact that we may part ways in only a day or two. This is our last night together at the lodge.

The ache in my chest, sorrow and longing for her, adds to my torture.

But I won’t let it ruin this for us.

Firm pressure guides me inside, luxuriating at the smooth, unique sensation as she takes another inch of my shaft into her.

“Breathe in deep…” I command her, fully immersing my cock between her cheeks, my pelvis resting against the base of the enticing line of her back.

When I finally slide back out, she comes alive, bucking her hips slightly to my rhythm. Usually this type of play requires a gentle touch, but I’ve warmed her up to it slowly the last few days.

Her blazing glare thrown back over her shoulder at me tells me that she can handle whatever I dish out to her.

So I test the waters, drizzling more lubricant along my length as it barrels into her again.

Little tremors ripple through her legs with each thrust, her cheeks slapping against my legs with a satisfying slap.

There’s no way I can last long this way, not with something so new and enthralling.

But I want her to join me when I unravel.

The toy I cast aside a moment before slips into her entrance so easily, curling into place and settling against her clit. I crank it up to a pulsing buzz, sending her body into shuddering, melting, bliss.

Every gasp and heave lets out a whine, a song , the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

My orgasm blossoms deep in my hips, at the base of my spine, avalanching through my balls and toward total surrender. “Isabella, I’ll only ask once…”

But I can't finish the sentence, I don’t need to.

Isabella’s sopping wet core practically glows as I increase the vibration, forcing her toward the edge.

Isabella’s eyes flare, her head bobbing in a vigorous nod, her steady wail humming out around the ball in her mouth. Every fiber of my body begins to shake, every muscle in her body quaking.

The sensation races down my legs, sending me into a frenzy, gripping her ass with both hands and giving into my only need, to lose myself in her for good.

“You’re fucking perfect, you’re a goddess, my love, my everything!” I scream at the top of my lungs, opening myself to her, bearing my soul as she bears the brunt of my violent orgasm, joining me in a high, keening scream that rattles the fucking walls.

I pulse, volcanic, molten.

And she milks every drop from me, flexing and seizing around my dick, buried to the hilt inside her. I stagger, falling across her back, clutching her close, gasping for air.

I've never experienced anything like Isa’s body, and more, our connection, heart and soul. It’s as close to heaven as I can imagine.

Even if I deserve hell for everything I've done in my life.

I’ll treasure these moments we shared for as long as I live.

I only hope that life includes Isabella.