Page 87 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

Stepping back, I take in the sight of her bound frame and already-soaking-cunt dripping for me.

“Perfect,” I murmur. “You were made to look like this for me.”

She bites her lips, staring at my hard cock with obvious lust and desire. And I know my eyes are no different.

“You will make no sounds until I give you permission. Is that clear?”

She nods. And I spring into action, moving closer and trailing the flogger’s soft tail down her thigh, across her stomach and over her hips, until she’s trembling with anticipation.

“You like that, baby girl?” I tease, but she doesn’t fall for it. She doesn’t respond.

Smirking, I smack the flogger against her inner thigh, and she jolts, biting her lips.

I slide a hand down, dragging a finger across her slick folds. Her breathing grows strained as she squirms, trying to compose herself, but I don’t give her time. I bring the flogger down again, on her hips, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from her mouth.

“I warned you, Elena.”

In a split second, I fist my swollen cock, positioning myself properly in front of her before shoving it into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue fills my senses as she takes me eagerly, trying to fit as much as she can of me.

“That’s it, Principessa, let that little mouth do what it was meant to do. Let it take my cock.”

I thrust shallowly at first, then deeper, watching her cheeks hollow against my dick, saliva slipping down her chin.

“Fuck.” My breath comes out in short pants when she swirls her tongue around my length. My core tightens in pleasure, but I quickly whip my cock out of her mouth, dropping to my knees.

“We will cum together. But for now…”

I pick up the flogger, wiping lightly across her stomach and watching her squirm.

“…I give you permission to say one word.”

“Please,” she moans almost immediately, bucking her hips, but I settle a hand on her waist, holding her in place.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Hard… Now…” She whimpers and realization crosses her eyes seconds later. She took the bait.

My eyes darken as I bring the flogger lightly against her pussy.

“Is it this pussy that wants me?”

She squirms yet again, writhing beneath me as I drag a finger across her folds. Her cunt is flooded, a slick ocean I’d be damned if I didn’t want to drown in. Adding more fingers, I swirl them around her wetness before bringing them to her face.

“Look at you. So needy and desperate for my cock.”

She bites her lips, her eyes pleading for the pleasure her lips aren’t permitted to beg for. But I let her taste it as I roughly shove my fingers into her mouth. She almost chokes but quickly catches herself, sucking greedily on her own essence like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.

Her breathing quickens when I grab the dildo from the floor and smoothly tease it across her entrance, my fingers still in her mouth. Then in one swift motion, I plunge it into her, with a force that’s gentle yet rough enough to make her scream. She struggles against the restraints, her eyes widening and watering.

My cock hardens impossibly at the sight of her looking so wrecked before me—her tits bouncing deliciously, nipples perking and lips parting as goosebumps appear on her skin. She tries to hold it, but the sounds eventually fall out of her in short, sharp cries of pleasure.

“Speak.” I retract my fingers from her mouth and pump the dildo once.

“Fuck, I want you, Adriano.” She’s a breathless mess.

My nostrils flare with desire at the sound, and I spank the side of her ass. “Call me Master.”

“I want you, Master.”