Chapter 302: Do You Like Seeing Me Mark You?
Chapter 302: Do You Like Seeing Me Mark You?
Adriano
"We both know tonight is far from done, princess. So let's not insult ourselves by pretending otherwise." I said to her.
If my intention were to convince her to unlock me from my restraints, I was doing a real shitty job with the way I was talking. My words simply split from me like a fountain of truths, waiting to pull every little reaction I could out of her for my viewing. Every response, both verbal and non was taken in and dissected for my arsenal of knowledge on all things Camilla and she was doing such a good job of feeding into my ploys.
"Ummm," she sighed while processing this information.
"It is a damn shame for you then that I am the one in control and you are the one in chains."
I smiled in response, though it isn't one of joy or humor. I have always loved a good challenge and my girl was practically waving a red flag before a bull, only it was her perfect body that was my bait. Over the years, I have gotten really good at leading people to underestimate me and she had no clue just how close I am to breaking the bed just so I can spend the rest of my time mending myself with her cries of pleasure.
I would be a fool to not give her a chance though, I wanted to see what she would do. Solely out of curiosity, before reminding her of just how bad I can be.
"In fact, I wonder what other little gadgets you guys have hidden in the drawers of this playroom." The loss of her heat was instant as she lifted herself off the bed.
"I do recall that one time where you torture me by making me wear that anal plug all around the house without an ounce of relief."
Oh she was playing dirty, alright. It is too bad she forgot the first rule of what not to do when in the presence of a predator. She turned her back on me.
By now, she was all the way across the room, rummaging through drawers as though she knew the location of what she was looking for. I suppose it didn't matter how fast she was, her fate was sealed as soon as she thought these measly handcuffs couldn't be picked by someone trained to do this in their sleep. I make sure to keep quiet as I slip the first cuff off, bracketing the chain connector with my hand to muffle the chime of my escape.
We have mirrors all around the playroom to make it easier to watch her from every angle. It also makes it all the more harder to avoid being seen as I prowl around the room, making sure she doesn't spot me until every second I want her to. Her ass was on full display as I took in the curves and rolls of her body, the sight like a beacon to my aching dick. With her gaze shot downwards, finally finding what she was looking for, I took it as my queue to make myself known.
Dropping the restraints to the hardwood floor beneath us, she spins with a gasp as the material rattles before falling limp on the ground. This time, my smile is genuine.
"It is my turn now."
Winding one large hand in her hair and curling the strands around my fist, I relish in the slight whimper of pain I draw from her before washing it away with the ferocity of my kiss. My lips slam against hers as though I wasn't the one kneeling at her feet mere hours ago, claiming her with every glide of my tongue. I didn't demand entry from her, I took it. I take her as I pull her in tighter to my body, trapping her between my form and the cool edge of the counter behind us. The drawer that was once opened slammed closed as u pushed her back into it, setting her off balance until she was forced to cling onto ke for support.
She drew a low moan from my mouth as her nails raked over my neck and shoulders, nearly clawing at me with the intensity of our passion. She dug in so hard that I knew it would leave marks come tomorrow, which is why it came to no surprise that when I lifted her onto the counter and slipped myself inside, her nails tore through skin and left blood in their wake.
"Gosh, Camilla." I cursed as her hands quite literally turned red and her legs wrapped around me, urging me in deeper while I bled for her.
"You always have been a violent little thing."
Releasing her hair, l use both hands to cup her ass in my palms, grasping at the flesh as I fuck into her the way we both crave. Hard, relentless and all consuming. I thrust into her as though I am trying to become a part of her and it has her screaming around my dick. Her head is tossed back in awe and her tits bounce tempting every time I fight my way into her tight heat, wishing I had more hands to tease and grasp her with.
In hindsight, that is one of the perks we have considering there are two other men in this house who would never decline the opportunity to touch the vision before me. If Gregorio were here, he would be squeezing and plucking at her hardened nipples with little to no mercy for her. Domenico countered that beautifully, stroking her hair and telling her what a good girl she was being as we all played our parts in ruining her completely.
If I weren't so selfish, I would have encouraged that scene until it came to life but right now, she is all mine and I didn't have plans on sharing. My skin throb where she still clutched onto me, the heat of her breaths eliciting a stinging sensation everywhere her nails have cuts. It might even make me a masochist but it only makes my dick throb harder as I seek my release fervently inside her.
"Adriano!" She whimpered as I rolled my hips each time the tip of my dick reached the deepest parts of her core, dragging my piercing over her most sensitive spots.
"You feel so good, princess. So fucking good."
I didn't have to say these words for her to know this, though. She feels it every time my dick jerks inside her and in the way my pace slows in speed yet increases with intensity. An idea struck my mind and it requires my movements to be a fraction more controlled than what I was currently doing.
"Touch yourself." I said to her, groaning again at the sight of her hand.
"Use the blood that is smeared across your fingers and slide them over your clit until you gush like the good girl I know you are."
I can feel the peak of her desire coming on, her cries are becoming more frantic and her bright eyes are glazing over almost like she is in a haze. She only ever got that way when I was close to breaking her mind and the sight of my blood mixing in with the slick arousal I was pumping out of her warrants a total collapse. It is dirty and primal as her fingers moved deftly over her clit, the little nub so swollen and sensitive by now I am surprised it doesn't hurt.
"Do you like that, Camilla? Do you like seeing me marking you with the very essence of my life?"
Her eyes roll to the back of her head but I grab her chin with one hand and force her gaze back onto me.
"No, no, none of that you sweet thing. I want to see the submission in your eyes when I ruin you. " Her dark rosy lips parted on a gasp, her pussy getting so wet that it almost became hard to find the will to pull out of her.
"Are you going to cum for me, baby?"
"Y...yes," she nodded.
"Y…yes?" I mock sweetly, almost degradingly.
"Oh, you really are close. Can't even make out a real response without sounding like the needy mess I have turned you into."
I know I was being a little cruel when she was giving me her everything but it was too damn tempting. The sound that was coming out of her could make even the devil blush and I would be an idiot to snuff them out.
"Please, please." She chanted with each thrust into her and right when she was on the precipice of falling apart on my dick, I reached out for her hand and sucked bloodstained fingers into my mouth, sending myself right over with her.
We exploded all at the same time, her cries a melody to my ears. I held her tighter to me, unable to pull dick out of her just yet. She feels so damn fucking good and she is going to be the end of me. I have sealed and marked her with my blood, now there is no going back. She belongs to us now and forever.
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