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CHAPTER 16

L ea

Massimo takes me to his bedroom and closes the door with a thud.

Then it locks.

The last time I heard a door lock behind me, I got scared. Afraid he was going to do a lot more than spank me. Now it is making my stomach flutter. I turn to meet his gaze and my breath hitches. The look in his eyes is different. More primal, almost like an animal sizing up his prey. That’s what I am now—his prey .

“On the bed, bambina ,” he says, his hungry gaze shifting for a moment. “I want you on your back.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

Massimo’s bed is bigger than the one in my bedroom. It’s a canopy bed with four posters and a sheer curtain that hangs from the top, mostly for decoration. It’s not thick enough to block the light. I walk over, move the curtain, and get comfortable. I’m not brave enough to spread my legs. I keep them tightly shut and remain as still as a statue, except when I have to squirm a little because I feel the sting left behind by the spanking. Massimo goes to his suitcase, opens it, and removes a few things. I can’t see what they are until he turns around with several ties draped across his arms.

“What are those for?” I ask nervously.

“I’m going to tie you up, Lea,” he says, walking to the bed. “That way you stay exactly where you are until I’m done with you.”

“That isn’t necessary,” I say, feeling my throat tighten when he kneels on the bed and wraps one of his ties around my wrist. “Really, Massimo.”

“Don’t argue with me,” he growls, wrapping the tie tighter and yanking on it.

I whimper a few more protests, but I don’t do anything to stop him. He binds my wrists together with one tie and uses another to secure them to the headboard. I tug against my restraints, finding them too tight for me to ever escape on my own. Now I’m helpless and completely at his mercy. But he’s not finished yet. He moves to the foot of the bed and wraps a tie around my ankle. He’s going to make me utterly helpless.

“My feet too? Really?” I groan.

Massimo turns to me, letting go of the tie and glaring. He shifts until he’s towering over me and puts a hand on my thigh.

“What did I say about arguing with me?” he rumbles, squeezing my thigh until my legs part.

“S-sorry,” I whimper.

Massimo lets go of my thigh and before I realize what is going to happen, he slaps my labia. I squeal and squeeze my legs shut, shaking my head frantically.

“No! Don’t do that!” I cry out.

“You keep arguing, so now you’re getting punished for it,” he says. “Spread your legs, Lea. You’re getting ten of those.”

“No, Massimo! I don’t like that!” I rub my thighs together, feeling the sting where he slapped me—it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it caught me by surprise.

“Either open your legs willingly, or I’ll finish tying you up, and you’ll get twenty instead of ten,” he warns. “And if you keep fighting me while I’m tying you up, I’ll use my belt instead of my hand.”

I’m in trouble again, and this time, he’s spanking me somewhere I never imagined feeling pain. But what choice do I have? Ten is bad enough. I don’t want twenty—and I really don’t want him to use his belt. I whimper, my legs shaking as I part them. I only give him a few inches, but he spreads them wider, and I don’t fight him. Fighting just makes things worse.

“Count them out, bambina ,” he demands, pulling his hand back. “And tell me you’re sorry after each one.”

I watch the first one and as soon as the sting resonates, I squeal, forcing my eyes shut. “Two! I’m sorry!”

“No, no, that was the number one,” he declares. “The first was a warning. Now we’re starting over.”

I feel him shift as his hand moves and the sound echoes right before the sting blossoms.

“One,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”

Two, three, four. I struggle to keep count. Struggle to keep apologizing. Yet my body still reacts to it. The sting makes me wetter. The impact of his hand against my most sensitive spot makes my clit ache from more than just pain. I don’t hate this part either, but I’d never admit it. This is supposed to be punishment, so I have to take it like a good girl.

“Ten!” I belt out as the last smack lands. “I’m sorry!”

“Now hold still so I can finish,” he growls, pulling away.

I stare at the ceiling with my folds stinging and my clit throbbing while Massimo ties my ankles to the posts. I don’t even groan my displeasure, even though being tied up has never been a fantasy. At least the next part should be pleasurable, as long as he doesn’t pull out any more surprises.

“Where to taste you first,” Massimo muses, moving on the bed and tracing his way up my body. “I think I’ll start with your pulse.”

Massimo leans forward and his lips caress my neck. They’re like molten lava against my skin. I shudder and writhe, tugging at my restraints, but I’m not going anywhere. I can feel my heart beating so hard it thumps against his lips. Then I get his tongue, making quick circles as his lips move. All along my neck. Down to my shoulder. Across my throat, and up the other side of my neck until I can feel his breath on my ear.

“I want to taste everything, bambina ,” he says. “Even your secrets.”

“I-I don’t have any secrets,” I mutter, goosebumps covering my skin as I react to him.

“No?” he questions. “You haven’t even told me your full name. I bet Lea is short for something, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “It’s short for Eleanor.”

“Eleanor, huh?” he says, pressing his lips to my neck and kissing his way back up to my ear. “You don’t hear that name much these days.”

“I was named after my grandmother,” I whisper. “Back when my mom thought my dad would still come around to—the idea of me.”

“I like it, Eleanor ,” he whispers. “But I bet you have a last name, too, don’t you?”

“Fuller,” I answer.

“Eleanor Fuller,” he repeats, nibbling my earlobe. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I’ve never been called beautiful before—never felt beautiful. I’m not sure what I feel right now. Arousal mixed with teases of pleasure. His lips against my skin, and moving lower. His tongue, tracing the spots his lips press down, so he can taste me. It’s hard to get my thoughts together with his lips and tongue distracting me from everything else.

“I only got permission to taste you, bambina ,” he says, kissing the top of my right breast. “Can I touch you?”

I’m tied to the bed. It’s not like I can stop him. But I can have a little fun with this, since he’s asking.

“That wasn’t the deal we made,” I whisper, my back arching when he drags his tongue down to my nipple and circles it, which causes it to harden into a nub.

“Smart girl,” he chuckles. “Which means we have to make another one, don’t we? So I can touch all of the places I’m going to taste.”

“Maybe,” I whimper, pleasure shooting through me as he continues to tease my nipple. “But only if it’s a good deal.”

“What do you want?” he asks, his lips moving to my other nipple.

“I’ll let you touch me, but you have to… let me make one request after you’re done,” I groan, a shudder shooting through me when I feel his tongue.

“After I’m done tasting you?” he rasps, my nipple still against his lips.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“Deal,” he growls, leaning back and running his hands up my stomach until he’s holding both of my breasts. “One request, and I’ll honor it, unless you ask for something you know is impossible.”

I’m too overcome by the way his rough hands feel on my breasts to respond. He kisses and licks between them while squeezing, caressing, and playing with my nipples. He pinches the right one and I groan some displeasure, but it still makes me quiver. Then his lips move lower… and lower. His tongue circles my belly button and moves even lower. I can barely hold still. If I wasn’t tied to this bed, I’d squirm away because of how sensitive I am. Instead, I tug at my restraints while he kisses my pelvis and runs his fingers along my inner thighs.

“You knew I was going to taste you here, didn’t you, bambina ?” he asks, then he kisses right above my clit and beside my folds.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I expected you to start with that.”

“It’s going to be worth the wait, trust me,” he says, kissing my inner thighs down to my knee before shifting to the other leg. “Because I’m going to taste your very first orgasm.”

“I’ve… touched myself before,” I whimper, my breath hitching as his lips move back toward my pelvis.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles. “But I’m talking about you first real orgasm. And your second… and your third.”

I start to respond, but then I feel his breath on my folds. He rubs his finger along them, parting them gently before his tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh. It feels so good I gasp, but when his tongue moves to my entrance, I struggle not to squeal. It feels way different—so different it’s like a completely new sensation. More pleasurable. More breath-stealing. More intense .

“Oh, god,” I whimper, my hips bucking toward him.

“Settle down,” he scolds, holding me in place with his hands. “No need to be so eager.”

“I can’t help it,” I gasp, feeling his tongue circle my entrance. “It… it feels good.”

Massimo laughs and his beard scrapes against my skin like a tease. His tongue makes slow sensual circles, then presses inside me, just enough for me to feel the tip. My breathing gets heavier and I struggle not to buck against him again. Just when the sensation causes some pressure to build, he moves away, kissing and sucking my labia as he makes his way higher. I feel his breath on my clit a second before his tongue.

“Ah!” I yelp, caught off guard by how strong the pleasure is.

“Your punishment got you ready for me,” he growls, kissing and sucking on my clit before his tongue begins to make circles.

I’m not sure what part of the punishment got me ready for this, but I can tell I’m a little swollen—more from arousal than pain. His tongue feels like heaven, but I’m so sensitive it makes me squirm. His hands get tighter on my inner thighs in response, then his tongue moves faster, and I pull against the restraints so hard they rub against my wrists and ankles. Now I understand why he tied me. I’d be tempted to push him away or stop him, just so I can breathe instead of gasp.

“Oh, Massimo,” I mewl, shifting my hips against his grip.

The pressure builds and builds in response to his quick circular motions around my sensitive knot. Just when it feels like he’s going to push me over the edge, his tongue slows down, and he glides back to my entrance. I’m wetter now—a lot wetter. He tastes my juices, a low growl of satisfaction rumbling within him. His tongue makes circles around my entrance before penetrating me again with the tip. It wiggles inside me for a moment before he kisses his way back to my clit.

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan, grinding myself against his tongue as soon as I feel it.

The pressure returns with a fury, making my core feel like it is going to explode, but then he slows down. I whimper my disappointment, but his gentle caress feels incredible, too. He repeats the pattern, bringing me close to a frenzy before slowing down. He brings me so close to the edge, it starts to ache, but I’m completely at his mercy. His hands hold me down and press harder every time I try to squirm.

“P-please,” I whine. “I need to come.”

Massimo’s tongue pulls away suddenly, leaving me jarred. “Begging already, bambina ?” he chuckles. “I haven’t even tasted your first real orgasm yet. But I’m about to.”

His tongue flicks against my swollen knot a few times before he starts circling it again—slowly. My core clenches with so much pressure I can barely see straight. I whimper and groan as the ache builds along with the speed of his tongue. But this time, he doesn’t slow down once he brings me close to the edge. He keeps a steady rhythm, his tongue bringing so much pleasure I can’t even speak. My words come out like jumbled syllables that make no sense.

The pleasure gets more intense. I dance close to the edge, feeling the pleasure bloom into something incredible. All of the pressure releases and my body convulses beneath his tongue. I gasp for air, finally able to form words that sound coherent.

“Oh god, oh god!” I squeal, my body rocking as the orgasm hits me like a wave.

Beautiful euphoria courses through my veins. Massimo was right. This is my first real orgasm. Everything else seems like a tease compared to the bliss Massimo brings to the surface. Instead of peaking and fading, like they normally do, I remain trapped at the peak with his tongue swirling around my clit. I shudder, shake, and writhe on the mattress, still firmly held down by his powerful grip.

Just when the pleasure starts to wane, Massimo’s tongue dips to my entrance, devours my juices, and returns to my clit. Then it starts swirling faster. Too fast. It causes the pressure to build even faster than it did the first time.

“I-I’m gonna…” I mutter, then another wave of euphoria hits me. “Wow! Oh, god!”

My second real orgasm merges with the first and brings me right back to the peak. This is what heaven feels like. It has to be. There’s absolutely no comparison to this pleasure. But Massimo isn’t done. His right hand slides to my pelvis. He maintains his grip, but replaces his tongue with this thumb, grinding it into me while his tongue dips back to my entrance.

And it stays there.

He licks, circles it several times, and then he pushes the tip into me. I’m almost spent, but he won’t let me come down from my high. His thumb grinds my clit while his tongue darts in and out of my tightness. I can already tell I’m going to come again. I don’t have a choice. My hips jerk against him as the pressure builds, then it releases, and I come so hard my eyes roll back in my head.

“Don’t stop!” I gasp.

My core clenches and flutters with every wave of ecstasy. My inner walls spasm on the tip of his tongue. Passionate moans and gasps rush from my throat. The orgasm seems to go on forever, with multiple mini-orgasms ripping through me before I finally come down. Massimo’s tongue follows my movements, and as I feel the afterglow, he releases his grip and slows his tongue to a stop. As soon as he pulls away, I miss it, even though I’m spent.

Now I get to make a request.

And I know exactly what it will be.