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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“ I ’ll do anything for you, my princess.”

“I love the sound of that.” I’m thinking that if he did this sooner, I could have been farther ahead in my recovery. I might have avoided that trip to the house of hell back there.

“Whatever you want” he says. “Just say it,” then with a twinkle, “Or you can just lie back and leave it all to me.” His eyes take a moment, reading mine. Then he says, “Either way, I’m going to see that you get totally fucked.”

A wave of feeling rolls through me. I want to lift myself up and hug him, but not as much as I want to lie back and let him take care of me. Even for Past me, I have a sense that I don’t allow this kind of release. Of abandoning myself and just letting go. Allowing someone else to take charge.

It feels strange and unfamiliar. But for right now, while I’m still very much in recovery, I’ll take it. Truth be told, I’m liking it a lot.

Before he moves in, he takes me up and over again with his lips and his tongue. “I need you to be really, really wet. You have to absolutely love every moment of this.

I’m not arguing, but there must be a question in my eyes. He says, “It could be that it’s like your first time, all over again. It has to be out of this world.”

I try to keep wry or cynical thoughts out of my head.

The he looks in my eyes as he lays on top of me and…

It’s lucky I’m so wet. The hot, heavy thickness of him stretches me like he’s going to tear me apart. My legs and eyes and mouth all stretch and my back arches. I feel like I’m blasted up and painted on the ceiling. Like I’m going to die.

He feels like he’s about the size of a baseball bat.

As he reams me open, he looks in my face and asks if it’s okay.

“Damn yes,” I tell him, gasping. I feel like letting him know that he doesn’t need to be so nice. But then, either he was holding back, or maybe he just gets that. After he takes his time, driving in gradually longer and deeper and harder, there’s no mistaking his intention.

The man goes off like a drag racer. The determined rage behind the beads of sweat on his face show a man who’s racing for a personal best, and I’m the lucky race track.

His dedication to grinding, wrenching, slamming and pummeling a record power, length, peak and sheer number of hyper-intense orgasms out of me borders on a religious fervor. I am personally grateful.

He pulls off the dress and removes the rest of my clothes, leaving only the scarf. He kisses and caresses my skin as he does.

Then he flips me over, spreads my legs and impales me, flat on my face. He drives me until I’m bursting inside, gushing and weeping top and bottom.

When the convulsions subside, he hauls me up on all fours and rams me from behind like a bull. He slaps my ass and pulls my hair, and he makes me come, over and over. I’m lost somewhere between semiconsciousness and delirium as we roll.

He bounces me on top of him, first facing him so I can watch his face and he can look in my eyes. Sighing, he grabs and squeezes my breasts as he plows into me.

At some point he has me up, bends me weak-kneed over a table with one leg up on a stool. I sag as he fills me, slamming his rod deep.

I’m slick and wet all over when he lifts me, holding me up by my ass, and bounces me on his cock, fucks me over and over while he stands with his knees bent.

He makes me squeal and squirt all over him. When I’ve drenched his thighs and his groin, he plunges his face into my pussy for more.

I’m jabbering and moaning and I must be squirting for the third time or even the fourth when the Mastermind steps down into the cabin.

Anxiously, I search is eyes, but all I can see is excitement and mild amusement.

Now I know what Alessio is doing and I can’t help laughing. Partly at myself for not seeing it before.

I drape my wet, bedraggled body over him and cover him with kisses. “You must be about the most adorable murderous crime-boss ever.”

I hug him tight. “You wanted to wear me out before either of the others came down to join in.”

“Come on,” he looks hurt, “Who’s been telling you horrible lies like that about me?”

The Mastermind’s laugh is loud and infectious.

I reach out as he struts toward us.

As our eyes connect, I feel the heat of his ruthless hunger.

I look back at Alessio.

He has a look in his eye like a schoolboy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then I turn back to the Mastermind. His head shakes, but mostly with amusement.

It all feels natural. I’ve wanted this. It’s been stalking my dreams, but I’ve been afraid of how it would be, how I could introduce the idea of us being together, sharing, but now it feels as though we’ve been building up to it perfectly naturally.

Like it’s not only my sick fantasy.

Maybe it’s all of their sick fantasies, too.

He comes into my arms and his kiss is a fire of wet filth and lust. His head shakes and his chest rocks as he chuckles, pulling my dripping body to him.

My breasts bounce, soft and heavy, and darken his immaculate suit with sweat and juices as I squeeze against him. He hefts and kneads them, takes handfuls of them and presses himself against them as he pulls us close together.

I feel like a Roman concubine or a Medici whore as I slip my hand around the weight of his cock and in a growl I tell him, “Get your clothes off.”

“Sure. First, I’m just going to let the boy playing captain know that we’re cutting the cake and he’d better get his ass down here.”

He stretches his arm as he pulls away so that our hands slide down each others arms, all the way to the tips of our fingers before we let go. A laugh bubbles between us as they drop.

From the cabin door, he calls up the steps, then he bounds back to me. Us.

I hold Alessio’s hand and turn between the two of them. “We’ve done this before. Some of it. maybe all of it. Right?”

“No,” the Mastermind takes my face in his hands and I tingle all over as he looks deep into my eyes. He kisses me with such deep tenderness that I’m quivering from my pussy all the way out through my whole body.

Still holding my face close, he says, “Every time is the first time. It’s always something fresh and new. And frightening. And wonderful. But,” he takes another short, soft kiss. “We can do history lessons later. I think you need a break time. R and R. Then double science.”

“Chemistry?” I kiss him back, loving the feeling of his suit against my bare, wanton flesh. He’s pulling off his suit coat and then his shirt. I help him undo his pants, licking my lips as I peel them open and slide his silky boxers down to his thighs.

His cock bounces free and bobs, fat and eager in front of my face. There’s no way I can resist that.

As I take hold of him, he says, “Chemistry and biology.”

“Oh?” I feel like I’m coming home as I lick the underside of him.

“Yes,” he says, grabbing hold of my head with both hands. “We’ve got a new teacher.”

“Oh?” I cup his balls and wrap my wet lips loosely, gently around his shaft while I flick the tip of my tongue up the throb in his seam, and under the base of his slick bulb.

“Yes,” he moans, gripping my head tighter. “She seems inexperienced.” I suck. Hard. “I don’t know if she knows what she’s doing.” I graze him with my teeth, giving him a little nip.

“Oh,” He grins, “But I want to fuck her so much,” I give his balls a squeeze as I slide my wet lips along him. “My cock keeps growing harder and harder.”

I draw him in deeper. “Every time I think of her,” he sighs. He’s standing naked in front of me now. Feet apart. Seeing his hard, sculpted body makes me wet, all over again.

I suck. He moans.

“Every time I think of her, I need her. I want to get up under her sweater. Inside her skirt. Into her panties.” His cock slips and slides along my tongue. “I want to feel every soft wet part of her,” he says. “And beat it with my cock.”

I take him in deeper. Stretch my mouth along the length of him until he slides over the back of my tongue. Then, deeper. Farther in. Into my throat. I grab the miraculous flesh globes of his ass and pull him closer. Deeper.

“I think about her all the time.” His voice tightens. “I’m always dropping my pencil to get a look at her thighs. I have to keep sneaking off to hide away and wank. I must have cum over her a million times.”

It’s hard to suck a huge cock, really deep, and grin at the same time.

“Damn it,” he groans, “I’m going to come now.”