I blink at him.
“I won’t tell you again. Strip.”
CHAPTER 9
“Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.” ~Twelfth Night, Shakespeare
Orlando
“You know me,” I tell him, while I hold her gaze. “You look at her, and I’ll cut your motherfucking eyes out before you die. Close them. I want you to hear me fuck her and know you lost before you go to hell.”
I love the way she watches me, as if she’s oblivious to the man in the corner whose eyes are squeezed shut. If she’s horrified, she hides it well. This woman’s made of steel, and I fucking love that.
I stalk over to her, rock-hard. She’s shaking a little when I get to her. “Shhh, baby,” I whisper in her ear before I kiss her cheek. I tuck her hair behind her ear and flex my fingers on her neck. She lays her head on my shoulder as I lift her and wrap her legs around my waist.
“Orlando,” she whispers. I silence her with a kiss, my fingers tangled in her hair, to hold her in place. I walk her to the wall right near him, where his lips mumble what better be prayers. I could kick my leg out and hit him. I push her up against the wall to hold her in place, her gorgeous, naked body flush up against mine, and I unbuckle my belt.
“Watch my eyes as I fuck you. Don’t look at him. There’s only me and you right now.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because knowing I got the most beautiful woman in the fucking world as mine will make him rue the day he was born,” I whisper in her ear. “Then I’ll punish him for trying to hurt you.”
My hands on her naked hips, I lift her slightly so I can keep her secured. I reach one hand to my waist and unbutton my fly. My rock-hard cock springs free.
I swing my gaze to my prisoner. His eyes are still squeezed shut.
Elise shivers. It’s warm in here, so I’m thinking she might be scared. I hold her to my chest as I line my cock up at her entrance. She isn’t wet enough, not yet.
So I tease her clit with the head of my cock and drag my tongue over her naked nipple. Her head falls back and she releases a gasp.
“Louder. I want him to hear you.”
She whimpers only slightly louder than before. I slap her thigh hard, making her scream out loud, then bite her nipple. She screams my name in a hoarse voice.
“That’s a girl. That’s such a good girl,” I say approvingly. “Very good, baby. Such a good girl.”
I lick her nipples until she’s dripping, then finger her clit while I guide my cock to her entrance. I know she’ll still be sore, but I’ll ease in, make the pain better. She moans when I drag my cock over her swollen clit. “Such a little slut you are,” I whisper in her ear. “Call my name.”
“Orlando!” she cries on a moan when I lave her nipple before I bite it. “Oh God!”
“That’s right, baby. Just like that. Take my cock.”
I ease into her hot, tight cunt. She squirms and shifts, but her pussy takes my cock with perfection. I lift her hips and gently thrust, groaning at her hot, sleek pussy taking my cock fully.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I whisper to her. “Just like that, baby.”
I begin to fuck her in earnest, easing up when she winces and quickening when she obviously enjoys it all. I love the feel of her taking me, her hot sex yielding to me. The way her head falls back on a moan.
I suckle and lick her nipples while I fondle her pussy and thrust into her. I watch our prisoner, but his eyes are closed, even though his whole body’s rigid at the sound of our lovemaking. I mutter in Italian, words of adoration and praise. “Piccolino mio.”
On the other side of the door, people laugh and talk amidst the clinking of glasses and sounds of forks and knives on plates. Our prisoner whimpers softly, but Elise only has eyes for me.
I thrust again and again. She takes me fully, panting with every thrust.
“Oh, God,” she says loudly. “Oh, God, I love your cock. Yes. Yes!”
I don’t know if she’s saying that for my benefit or his, but I love her for it.
“Come, baby. I give you permission to come,” I growl, just as she tosses her head back and screams. She rides her orgasm with perfection, squirming and crying out as she’s wrapped in the throes of ecstasy. I come on the heels of her orgasm. In my peripheral vision, my prisoner flinches.
She pants, coming down from her orgasm, and drops her head to my shoulder. I hold her there, my cock still throbbing in the aftershocks. I hold her.