Chapter 42

Levi's POV

I adored the way my Isabella yielded to every touch of mine. Yes, she was mine. My Isabella.

Every smile, every tremor, Every moan, I loved. Every time she caved to my influence over her, or as a result of my tender caresses and passionate kisses. The night I saw her radiant and carefree with Franco after our victory in the first race competition, I knew I had to have her soon. All to myself.

I couldn't resist. I immediately logged into my master account and reached out to her. She belonged to me, and I wouldn't allow anyone else to claim her.

Despite the responsibilities pulling at me—work demands, and the looming disapproval of my father—I brushed them aside. Nothing mattered except Isabella.

I knew my father would never accept us. Despite the odds stacked against me having her, I couldn't ignore my overwhelming desire for her. She was everything I craved, and now, finally, she was here with me.

On that fateful night after our chat, I meticulously orchestrated every detail. From arranging the car's license plate number to match her name to securing this apartment, every decision was made with her in mind. When she shared her safe word with me, it became clear how deeply she trusted me and also wanted me as Mr L. And I was going to please her as Mr L.

To reassure her, I ensured every aspect of our surroundings—from the delicate lace curtains to the thoughtful lace accents on her dress and the card—was imbued with her favorite fabric.

I worried she might be frightened and flee when she got to the door, but she stayed. My brave, baby girl.

I was tantalizingly close to my climax, envisioning the exquisite sensation of her lips around me. My arousal was palpable, my body yearning for release. But today was solely about her pleasure. I was determined to give her an experience unlike any other, and from her frenzied response to my touch, it was clear I was succeeding.

She was vulnerable yet hungry for me, her body yielding to my every move. I cherished the scent of her orgasm filling the dimly lit room, her moans and screams echoing in my ears.

Despite my strong urge to command her with words, I resisted, keenly aware that my British accent might give me away. Instead, I held her close.

Many times I wanted to speak, to issue commands, but I knew the risk. If my desire surged, my accent would betray me, revealing who I truly was. It wasn't the moment for that revelation, so I maintained my composure and stayed silent.

I could feel her heart pounding against me, its rapid beat echoing in the stillness. I lifted her, positioning her to face me, her legs firmly settled on my thighs.

Gazing at her face, filled with pleasure, I leaned in close to inhale her scent. Then I spread her legs apart on my thighs and watched her glistening core.

"Master," she moaned softly, her lips quivering with desire. The sound stirred something deep within me, igniting a flurry of illicit emotions. Unholy desires. She was so goddam sensual. So perfect.

Taking her hand gently, I guided it towards her clitoris. With a tender touch, I placed her fingers there, allowing her to explore the sensation on her own. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Then I immediately withdrew my hands.

I watched intently, fascinated by the intensity of her need, curious about her techniques and the pleasure she could evoke from herself when she fantasized about me as Levi. She seemed to understand my unspoken request, her hands rubbing her clit slowly.

"Master, you want to see me touch myself…” Her voice faltered, a hint of vulnerability in her words.

I said nothing. I simply groaned to my need.

She leaned into the intimacy of the moment, gripping my neck for support, to prevent her from sliding down, as she began to pleasure herself.

Her movements were tentative at first, exploring the contours of her opening. As pleasure unfurled within her, her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a sigh of unrestrained delight when her fingers moved to the nub.

The flush of arousal colored her cheeks, her body yielding to the sensations she herself had kindled which was more heightened by the fact that I was gazing at her. My eyes bored into her skin.

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, her head tilted slightly, lips parting as an unrestrained moan escaped, her heart pounding hard against her chest.

I groaned, sliding my hands into my pants. Unzipping, I let my cock spring free, the tip already slick with pre-cum. I was so hard, craving her and another climax. I wanted her desperately, but first, we had to do this. I needed to watch her cum from pleasuring herself.

Today is for her! I kept reminding myself.

But God, did it feel good to watch her touch her clit. It felt so good to see her in so much pleasure.

Her fingers continued to work, pressing and kneading at her clitoris, though not as vigorously as my fingers or her toy would do, which would bring her to a longer climax.

I wanted that. I wanted to watch her for a long time. My cock twitched at the thought of this.

With my free hand, I slid her gown's straps down and lowered it to her waist.

Unable to resist my desire for her taut nipples, I swept my tongue across one, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and rub harder on her clit. She arched her chest,

"Please, Master." I knew what she wanted – for me to suck her nipples deeply.

I wanted it too, so I sucked hard on her nipples, my tongue circling the most sensitive spots, occasionally giving gentle bites.

My other hand eagerly cupped Isabella's breast, feeling its soft weight overflow from my grasp. I watched her intently, absorbing every gasp and shudder as I pressed closer, the heat between us palpable. Isabella writhed under my touch, her body responding with urgency.

As I continued to suckle her breast with fervor, she cried out in pleasure. Her body convulsed, reaching the peak of ecstasy. I held her tightly, my shirt pressed against her bare skin, as I groaned in my own release. Our connection deepened in those heated seconds, the world beyond us fading into insignificance. Yet, even as the intensity of our passion peaked, I knew this moment was just the beginning of a day brimming with endless pleasure.