Page 74 of Pretty Plaything

Chapter 37

IRUN MY FINGERS UPand down Alessandro’s shaft. His chest moves up and down, his eyes flashing with need.

“Now you’re in trouble,” he says.

I yelp as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the door. He kisses me, his lips crashing against mine, as he takes me to his dungeon.

I thought I’d never want to come back here again, but I was wrong.

Alessandro lowers me on the bed, leaning over me, his hands roughly kneading my breasts through my dress. A soft moan escapes my lips.

He tugs my dress up, and his fingers hook into my panties.

“You’re not supposed to wear these when we’re at home,” he all but growls, yanking my panties down my legs.

Pushing my legs apart, he slaps my pussy, making me yelp. The fire inside me only burns with more intensity.

He pulls me closer, so my head is resting on the edge of the bed. “Open your mouth.”

His cock is just above my face, and my eyes widen.

What is he going to do?

But I find myself obeying his commanding voice anyway.

He shoves his cock into my mouth with a content sigh. I struggle to take him in as he slams himself all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag.

Tears fill the corners of my eyes as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

He grunts, spilling himself onto my tongue. When he pulls out, he places his hand over my mouth, holding it in place until I swallow.

My insides ache with desire as he lifts me up into his arms. He takes me to the other side of the room, and my lips part in surprise at the sight of the sex swing that’s hanging from the ceiling.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” he says.

Soon, I’m on my back on the swing, my wrists and ankles are chained up, my legs spread wide open.

Helpless.

Vulnerable.

Completely at his mercy.

And I like it.

The fire rages inside me, wanting to consume me.

He strolls to the other side of the room as I unsuccessfully try to wiggle to relieve some of the pressure building inside me.