Chapter 143: You Do Have A Really Nice Ass
Chapter 143: You Do Have A Really Nice Ass
Camilla
Adriano's actions sent tiny bursts of pleasure tingling across my skin but that was not even close to enough of a reaction for the man at my back.
He whispered and teased about how responsive I was, continuing to learn my body and seeing what angles and thrusts pulled the most desire sounds out of me.
"Fuck," I swore, crying out when he found just the right spot that had my fingers and toes curling in desperation.
"Right there?" He cooed, stroking that same place again and again in a steady rhythm that left me overwhelmed.
I could only nod my head, still completely unused to this kind of stimulation even though he has been prepping me for almost a month now for this day.
"When you cum, princess, I am going to put this toy inside you while you are still orgasming." He said, knowing I was close and beginning to lubricate the plug as best as he could with one hand.
"I didn't want you to feel caught off guard when it happened."
Considering how new this all still was, I was equally thankful for this information just as I was wanting to fight off my rapidly approaching climax in fear. Both unfortunately and fortunately for me, I didn't seem to have much of a choice in the matter.
I was too gone, lightheaded and lost in the lust that overpowered my every thought.
"Cum," he ordered.
His single word gripped onto my every protest, my will giving out as my orgasm rushed through my tensing and writhing body. I clamped down around his hand hard, but his movements were just as quickly removed from me as he had promised. My hips jerked as the same two fingers that were just inside me came around to play with my clit, spurring on my release and leaving me gasping on a choked sound of pleasure.
"Relax your muscles." He whispered, urging me to loosen the part of me that was tight and spasming from my orgasm.
Doing as we have done a few times before, I first intentionally tensed before willing myself to go limp, the action causing the toy pressed at my back entrance to push easily inside of me. It was cold and wet with lube and by the time the plug was flush inside, my climax had already ended. Although, I was left throbbing and desperate on the flip side of it all.
"Look at you, all stretched out for me." He nipped my ear in approval as he pulled me up with him, a gasp falling from my mouth when the shift caused the toy to move.
"I can't wait until it is my dick filling you instead."
"Adriano?" I groaned, pushing back on him and growing frustrated when his hands clasped my hips, not allowing me my relief.
I felt so full and turned on, I couldn't even deny the slight shake of my body. I had thought about this day for weeks now and I can't even begin to process what it is going to feel like after dinner when he takes me to the playroom.
"Mhmm," I hummed in amusement, fixing my skirt casually.
"I changed my mind, since you have been so insistent on helping me, why don't you set the table for me?"
I stiffened because I knew his words were not ones of request. Angling my head back, he flashed me a knowing smile that his command would require a lot of moving. I could barely even stand without feeling on the brink of yet another orgasm and I knew this was going to be hard when a slap landed on my ass in encouragement.
Biting back my moan from the pressure inside me, I gave him an incredulous look before walking to the cupboard by the fridge and reaching for the doors. Every single step has me fighting against the shake in my knees, suppressing the urge to swear at the man amusedly watching my every movement.
Flashing a fake smile, I grabbed two spoons with two plates, refusing to make eye contact with him as I walked past him and in the direction of where I assumed we would be eating.
"Leave the spoon on the counter, take only the plate first and come back for the spoon." An annoying sensual voice sounded at my back and when I spun around to face him in disbelief, I found him tending to the food on the stove as if I didn't have a toy inside me.
"You are kidding, right?" I mumbled but he only spared me a quick glance and I knew he was dead serious.
"I wouldn't want your hands to be too full." He smirked, moving over to the cutting boards to finish preparing a series of different vegetables.
He was doing all of this on a purpose. I racked my brain for a way out of this and came up depressing empty handed. Short of using my safe word, which I had no reason to do, I was going to have to endure this.
"Fine," I said, gently placing down the spoons on the counter while keeping my eyes on him.
"And where will we be eating dinner, daddy?"
I purposefully used that name with him, I felt a little bit of satisfaction at the clench of his jaw that told me all I needed to know. He would get to endure this teasing too and I wouldn't put it past him at this point to make me move the plates again from setting up in the wrong spot since I was about to assume without asking.
"The balcony right off my room would be great, princess." He responded after a few seconds of silence and this time, it is my turn to grind my teeth.
I didn't have access to the elevator which meant I would have to go up and down those stairs twice at a minimum. He is a clever and stupid attractive bastard.
Holding my tongue as well as my whimpers, I walked away with the two plates in my hands, well aware of the eyes watching my every move. It was bearable until I made it to the stairwell. Stairs that I could normally climb in just twenty seconds took me four minutes and by the time I made it to the top, it took everything in me to not beg for relief.
He spent the next fifteen minutes doing this, taking his time with dinner and finding immense entertainment on all of the corrections he has been making. Once I was finally able to place the plates on his balcony table, I came back from the cutlery and refused to speak to him.
My clit was throbbing and my ass was painfully full and at this point it was a miracle that I made it up the stairs for the second time. A thin line of sweat had formed at my hairline from the never ending stimulation but when I came back down to the kitchen again, he smiled and told me I was nowhere near done.
First, he made me take up napkins for each of us and then drinking glasses and then drinking glasses against when he decided that the first ones were too small. Every little movement was torturous and one hundred percent intentional on his part, my knees trembling on my final move to go upstairs.
I decided at this moment that I would refuse having to walk back up for a seventh time if he were to command it. Making it to his room and placing down a large glass jug of water in the center of the table, I did a final glance over my setup before shakily walking down the staircase I have come to despise.
I hated the way I was so turned on, especially because the infuriatingly handsome man standing in the kitchen was the cause of this. I hated how nice his pants made his backside look and how the neatly rolled sleeves of his button down revealed all of the tattoos I have begun to memorize by heart. Damn him.
"Are you going to continue to stare at my ass all day or are you going to come over here and let me take care of you?" His steady voice caught me red handed but I didn't have it in me right now to feel embarrassed.
"I don't know, you do have a really nice butt." I grin, his head turning my way but not denying anything.
No, I am supposed to be mad for his chores, not want to fúck him for it. When he fully spun around, now with a plate of food and a bowl of salad, my heart fluttered as he handed me both items. I took them into my hands but just as I opened my mouth to protest, I was being scooped up into a pair of muscular arms.
"Yours is better." He whispered into my ear just as his hand came down to tap the round jewel of the plug.
The action had me squirming and pressing my legs tight together but the plates of food in my hand forced me to keep my attention on steadying them as he carried me up the stairs himself.
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