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Deciding to show her just how serious I was, I picked up the bullet vibrator from the small of her back.

I didn’t turn it on, not wanting to warn her about what was coming.

Instead, I held it against my palm as I slid two fingers along either side of her clit.

Moving the vibrator to the base of those same fingers, I clicked it on.

God, it was worth it for the way she reacted. She squealed, her hips bucking like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get away from the sensation of my fingers vibrating against her sensitive clit or closer. She pulled against the restraints, but they held her in place, with no chance of escaping.

Leaving my fingers in place, I stepped to her side and used my other hand to grab her hair and tug her head back.

I knew Renzo and Havoc enjoyed grabbing her halo, but I liked the feeling of her hair in my fist. She ground her hips against the leather of the bench, panting and moaning as I moved my fingers back and forth, teasing her.

“Have you ever used a vibrator when you played with this pretty little pussy, ragazza dolce?” The shake of her head had me grinning.

“Well, you are in for a treat, aren’t you?

” Letting go of her hair, I let her slump forward, and she hid behind the curtain of her tresses.

I didn’t need to see her face. Besides, there were cameras in this room, catching everything from multiple angles, as Renzo and Havoc didn’t want to miss out on seeing anything she and I did together.

It would be interesting to watch them with her, or them together while she sat on my lap and rocked against my cock.

I brought my fingers up a little, teasing them against her entrance.

Her thighs strained with the effort to close, but the wood and restraints kept them apart.

This bench really was good for holding her open for every little devious thing I could think of doing to her.

I let the tips of my fingers sink into her, enjoying the tight grip she had on them.

Each time I slid them in, they went a little deeper, teasing, and she tugged against her binds.

But it was time to get this party started.

Crooking my fingers, I slid them along the wall of her tight pussy until I found that spongy little spot.

Even if I hadn’t been able to feel it, I would have known when I touched it from the way she jerked against the straps.

The sound that came out of her was not quite a scream, but it wasn’t a moan, either.

It was more like a desperate, primal cry.

Like she was shocked by what she was feeling.

“That’s your G-spot, ragazza dolce. I bet you never found it when you were playing with yourself.

It’s okay, I will pay it plenty of attention.

” I rubbed my fingers in little circles, mirroring the action with my thumb on her clit.

She was doing more than moaning and whimpering now, she was praying, or that was what it sounded like.

Calling out to God in between whimpers and gasps of surprise. Sweet little sounds, really.

“You know, Isabetta, God can’t help you here. You really should beg me for what you want, not him.” I slid my fingers out, not all the way, keeping them just inside her entrance, scissoring them open and closed gently.

Her head fell forward, and she tried to rock back against them, but I moved with her.

“You know the rules. Are you ready to ask?” There was a stubborn quality to the way she shook her head that I admired.

It was going to be fun to break her of that streak, although I hoped she didn’t fold too quickly.

I was looking forward to dragging this out.

It wasn’t quite bratty, as she wasn’t pushing the boundaries or breaking the rules, this was her pride and the way she was raised.

She didn’t think good girls should have to beg to come, and I was delighted to show her how wrong she was.

Before we went any further, it was time to add the plug to the mix.

I kept my fingers inside her, thrusting them gently, to keep her distracted—I could do this one handed.

The lube was first, and the bottle opened easily.

She flinched as I let some of the cool liquid land on her tight asshole.

Once I set the bottle down, my fingers followed the drip, spreading it around, letting it warm and slick her skin.

She tried to wiggle away, but it wasn’t hard to keep up with her.

“You know, ragazza dolce, if you keep squirming like this, I am going to have to tie you down tighter next time. Or maybe you would like that? Being unable to move at all while I touch you, tease you, do whatever I want to you?”

She shook her head again, but I didn’t believe her.

We both knew the truth, even if she couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud.

I pressed down harder as I rubbed the lube in tight circles, but not enough to sink my finger into her.

I knew if I started, I wouldn’t stop until I had my cock lodged in her ass.

Today was the plug, the smallest one. I wanted to give Renzo a little surprise later.

Something for him to heighten her pleasure with; I wanted her to enjoy this.

To enjoy everything we were doing to her.

I wanted her to want more. To beg us for it.

I didn’t miss the way she relaxed when I lifted my finger away and I couldn’t hold back my chuckle.

She really did not know what she was in for, thinking we were done when we were only getting started.

Wanting to keep her on the edge, I moved the fingers I had in her pussy.

I didn’t stroke her G-spot, rather I let her enjoy the rhythm of my thrusts, to build her pleasure higher, but nowhere near high enough.

It was a wonderful distraction as I picked up the plug.

Circling the end a couple of times against her tight pucker, I doubted she could tell it wasn’t my finger.

My thumb grazed against her clit as I slipped the tip of the plug inside, smirking at the way she groaned. “Do you like that ragazza dolce?”

Her head thrashed back and forth, but at the same time, those hips of hers bucked up slightly, like she truly begged me for more, to be able to take the plug deeper.

It was a sight that again urged me to sink my cock into her ass, but she had been through a lot during the last day, and I wanted to focus on her pleasure.

“I’ll tell you what. You take this little plug into that snug ass of yours, and I will let you come.”

That got her attention. She stopped hiding behind her hair and peered over her shoulder at me, a plea in her eyes as her teeth dug into her lower lip.

I teased her while I waited for an answer, working the plug in tiny circles, encouraging her to relax and open for me.

But I would not move without some words from her.

I loved her voice, and I wanted to hear her use it, and not just in the moans and whimpers I’d coaxed from her body.

There was just something about a woman asking for what she wanted that made my cock hard as steel.

I wanted to break her of this shyness. Renzo didn’t need a demure, shy woman who didn’t want to leave the house at his side. He needed an equal, and he wanted Isabetta, so I was going to help her discover the steel I knew was at her core.

Whatever internal struggle she was having was probably not helped by me pressing harder on her clit, but I never claimed to fight fair. I loved her, and I wanted to see her become the best version of herself. That wouldn’t happen if I took it easy, and it wasn’t nearly as fun.

“Yes! Please, Milo!”

Her cry was like a songbird, so pretty, and I would make her sing again, over and over, until she had no voice left.

For now, though, I would take what I could get.

I didn’t make her wait, didn’t make her beg for more.

I could have spent hours slowly working this plug in and out of her while I listened to her cry and moan, but that was for another day, and a larger plug. Right now, I wanted to fill her.

As my fingers rubbed against her G-spot, I put more pressure on the plug.

It was slender, only a little thicker than my finger, and in less than a minute, the flared base sat flush against her skin.

The poor girl was panting like she had just run a marathon, and those soft, desperate little sounds of hers were a melody of lust and need.

Tapping lightly on the base of the plug, so she had no hope of ignoring its presence, I slid a third finger into her tight, grasping pussy.

There was no mercy now. I was playing her hard and fast, watching as the tension and pleasure built.

Enraptured as she shook her head, trying to fight her impending orgasm even though she had told me she wanted it.

She didn’t have a hope of resisting me though, and a few more thrusts were all it took for her to throw her head back and keen as her pussy clamped around my fingers like it was trying to break them.

Stroking her spine gently, I eased up my pace, slowly bringing her back down to earth. A light sheen of sweat made her skin glow in the soft light. She really was so beautiful like this. Pupils wide, hair mussed, skin flushed and pink.

“Why don’t we untie you, and you can go see Renzo, hmm?” I wasn’t sure she even knew what I had said, but she nodded as I undid the buckles.

Her day was far from over.