He’d come to me for help, vulnerable and fighting himself.
The real domination would be harnessing the kind of power he wielded. Using his own weakness to turn him against himself, against everything he stood for. I’d wanted that for a while.
But I wanted other things, too, and not all of it made sense.
Now that his walls had begun to crumble, I wondered if I could achieve the impossible feat of filling such a man’s voids and needs.
My more carnal desires surfaced, too, but what it all came down to was . . .
I wanted to get on my knees to see if I could bring the great Cristiano de la Rosa to his.
I kneeled between his legs with butterflies in my stomach and nothing but him in my vision.
“If I’d known money would be the thing to bring you to your knees,” he said, “I would’ve bragged about my fortune relentlessly.”
“I already know you have money. More than my father, and he’s a multi-millionaire.” I willed my hands steady as I reached up and opened his belt. “That’s not why I asked.”
“Why then?”
I slid the fine leather band through his pant loops and set it on the bed. “If money is no object,” I said, “there’s nothing you cannot buy.”
“Nothing.”
“This thing you want to find. Tell me, truly, why you want it. Maybe it becomes revenge or money or sex—but at your core, what is your unmet need?”
The lust in his eyes burned so hot, I suspected he wouldn’t even be able to form a cohesive answer. “I’m looking for the key that unlocks something I’ve wanted for a long time.” He jutted out his chin. “Not something. Everything.”
Though my throat dried with the prospect of what I was about to do, my mouth watered. He’d said this was what he wanted tonight, but it was more of a need. And he seemed to think that I of all people could fill it. Had anyone ever reciprocated that kind of trust in me?
I had no keys to give—whatever he ultimately needed, it wasn’t here tonight. But I was.
I sat back on my calves and lowered the zipper of his pants. “Why should a man like you ever have a need that isn’t met?”
“I tend to agree.”
Dark hair gathered like a storm cloud at the root of his hidden cock. Once I freed him from his underwear, I was sure there’d be no turning back. There was no need to be scared. I was in control here, and that was saying something. I’d heard about giving head plenty of times, just as I’d heard about receiving it—and that had been a more pleasant experience than I’d expected.
“Have you done this before?” Cristiano asked.
I stared at the bulge twitching to be liberated. “No.”
“I’m glad. But tonight, I’m in no state to be your first.” It was a warning, but not a refusal.
When I shifted my hand and brushed against him, he sucked in a breath. “Why not?” I asked.
“It took everything in me—and I mean everything—not to fuck you in your wedding dress in the church. I want to own you so badly, it scares even me. Now, seeing my name on your body for eternity . . . I’ve been tortured with need since the first ink touched your skin.”
He was telling me he didn’t want this? Or he was giving me an out. An opportunity to retreat. I didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to ask myself why that was. I’d been prepared to take all of him on my wedding night, and then again earlier when I’d gone to his office in my robe.
“What state are you in?” I asked.
“The one where I find your limits and push them. I’m fine to sit back and let you kiss on my cock for hours while you figure it out—one day. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to fuck something.”
“There are lots of somethings downstairs.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to fuck any of them. I want to fuck you.”
I needed to get up. He was warning me. This had been my goal and my fear—to unleash his inner demons.
“I’m scarier than any monster,” he’d told me as a child to chase away my nightmares.
But it was also my desire. To see his worst, to free him, and to hate him for it. I was prepared to let him use me, because I was prepared to hate him.
I wasn’t prepared for the alternative. To accept him, to crave him. To . . .
I pushed the thought away.
His own inner battle played out on his face. He was just as tortured as I was bewildered by my own desire to do this.
“This is my last attempt to scare you off.” He took my jaw in his big hand and lifted my face to meet his gaze. “I will fuck this mouth. I will fill this throat, first with cock, then with cum. And you know what I’ll do after that?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t even conceive what more he could do.
“I will protect this mouth and this throat from any motherfucker who even looks at you wrong. Every part of your body will submit to me, and every inch of you will know the protection of a man who would lay down his life to keep each hair in place.” He stood to his full height, doubling in size and menace. “No man will touch what’s mine to suck and lick and fuck. No man will take what you give only to me.”
Sitting on my heels, I had to tip my head back all the way to see him. Raw, throbbing desire replaced any fear his words should’ve inspired. “And does that work both ways?”
“You have my devotion in and out of my bed.”
“Diego got a tattoo for me.”
“You want me to reciprocate? I can. What would you like?” He cuffed my wrists in one hand and tugged me up onto my knees until I was face to face with his groin. With his free hand, he pulled out his cock. “Shall I get ‘Property of Natalia’ scrawled across it?”
I swallowed my gasp as the source of his confidence revealed itself. Had I never seen another penis, I still would’ve known it was larger than average, and equally intimidating in its girth.
It begged to be sucked. The engorged purple head asked for entry. Had I lost control of the situation? Or was I getting exactly what I wanted? Shackled by his hand, I was his prisoner. I was at his mercy. I was his. And I could’ve exploded for all my pent-up desire. We’d spoken of unmet needs? I had one. Relief. I could soothe and be soothed if I would let myself.
“Open,” he said, “or go back to bed and stay away until you’re ready.”
I inhaled through my nose, wet my lips, and parted them. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Don’t close until I say.” He slid past my teeth without pretense, feeding his cock into my mouth. “You have a lovely, wide mouth, Natalia. I noticed it instantly at the costume ball.”
Unable to respond, I moved my tongue under the silky skin of a rigid, veiny shaft. He had promised to fill me, and he was a man of his word. He left no room for anything else. No thoughts in my head, nothing but his dark pubic hair and taut, godlike belt of muscles in my sight. Only my own saliva slickened the way.
“When I saw you,” he continued, “I thought to myself—what a fucking woman Natalia has become. I wasn’t ready for that.” He kept pushing, approaching the back of my mouth. “But don’t think that just because I was and am your protector that I’ll treat you like you’re breakable while you’re in my bed.” He stared down at me, his gaze menacing one moment and adoring the next as he tightened his one large hand around both of my wrists. “Even trapped and filled by me, you already know you’re in charge here, don’t you?”
As he thrust deeper, I swallowed to keep from choking. In that moment, I knew nothing but the weight of a man’s cock on my tongue and his tip begging entry to my throat. It stripped me of anything but pure satisfaction that I could pleasure him.
“That’s it,” he said, caressing his thumb on the inside of one of my wrists. “Open your throat, mamacita. Show me what you can do.”
I had no idea what to do. All the talk in the world couldn’t have prepared me for being dominated by a man of his size and prowess. My mind rejected this, told me to fight back, but my body, my instincts, my throat, yie
lded for him, welcomed him, and I found my pussy pulsing for how he demanded my submission.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. “Open. Take me deeper.”
To feel him in my mouth was strange but natural, as if I were a creature made to receive him. But when he breached my throat, it took all of me not to push him out. I gagged and tears flooded my eyes. “There’s no sight in the world like watching you try to take as much of my cock as possible.”
I wanted that cock between my legs. I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t beg for it, but that didn’t mean my body didn’t as it nearly shook with longing to take him between my legs—the one place I knew he’d truly possess me.
He brought my clenched fists to his mouth. “Qué bellísima,” he murmured. “Such a good girl has no reason to fear me.”
He withdrew. Once the tip of his cock reached the tip of my tongue, he glided back in, but only partway. “Suck,” he said, releasing my hands.
I hollowed my cheeks and did as he said, using my hands to cover what I couldn’t reach with my mouth.
“Sí, Natalia,” he said with a groan. “Now grip my hips and see how deep you can go on your own.”
I dug my hands into his skin and tried but didn’t make it nearly as far as he’d been able to push himself.
“Look at me, mi amor,” he said. “It’s one of the many things I’ll demand of you, but perhaps the most important. Keep your eyes on me when my cock is in any of your holes—even when I take your ass.”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. He was so crass, and now that I was on my knees for him, ruled by arousal and desire, I could admit that I fucking loved it. I had been treated so carefully my entire life, with kid gloves and placating words. Cristiano was the opposite of all that—and unlike any man I’d ever met. I pulled back, panting for breath. “I will never let you do . . . that.”
“You will. And I’ll find a way to watch your face as I press every last inch of myself into the tightest hole on your body, until you think you’re going to break in half.”
I wiped saliva from my mouth, so turned on that I was nearly ready to agree to what sounded like the ultimate ruination.
“I didn’t say you could stop.” He cupped the back of my head, pulling me to him. “Flatten your tongue.”
I didn’t have to; he flattened it for me. When I forced it to relax, he took advantage, pushing even deeper down my throat. Once he was anchored there, he held my head in place and moved his hips, slowly at first and then faster. And now, I understood what it meant to have my face fucked.
When I gagged, he stopped. “Your virgin mouth can’t take it, can it? You still need breaking in.”
I blinked away the tears that had gathered as I’d choked on him. He was letting me put a stop to this, but I didn’t want that. Not even close. I’d gotten on my knees willingly, and I was at his mercy, stripped emotionally bare.
Only honesty remained.
And the truth was, I needed this.
I loved the primal way he used me. The look of admiration that came with each “good girl.” The suspicion that he’d do almost anything in his power to have me continue.
I drew his hips closer, pulling him marginally deeper into my mouth.
“Use your nails,” he said.
When I dug them into his skin, he inhaled sharply. “Do exactly that if it’s too much. I’m not going to ask again if you need a break. Use your nails and I’ll stop. ¿Entiendes?”
I nodded—as best I could with a mouthful of cock—that I understood.
He resumed his pillage and plunder. “Take it deep for me just a little longer, mi amor. You’ll know it’s the last time when I spill down your throat.”
He pushed back as far as he could before I clawed his hips and came up coughing.
My heart pounded as I regained composure. I opened my mouth and he was back inside in a second, impaling me. As he fucked the opening of my throat into yielding for him, he looped his fingers into my hair, massaging the back of my head until I jerked away to catch my breath.
He pumped his fist over the monstrous length of him, my saliva glistening and dripping in the moonlight. “Enough?” he asked as the corner of his mouth lifted. “I can paint your face a pretty, pearly white instead and coat your throat another time, just say the word.”
I would not. This only scratched the surface of all the ways he was going to ruin me, but the same was true for him. He was at my mercy just as much as I was at his.
I leaned in. The tip of him was swollen and purple. I could practically read his need for release. He slowed his furious stroking as I put just the tip in my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop then licking under the ridge.
His fingers curled against my scalp. “Fuck.”
At the intensity of his curse, I darted my eyes to his face, wondering if I’d done something wrong. Instead, I met a half-lidded gaze that said I was doing everything right. This time, I slid my mouth along his shaft on my own, keeping my eyes up.
His lips parted for what would surely be another command, but then he clenched his jaw shut, glancing up at the ceiling. “God, that’s so fucking good. You’re so goddamn good.”
This was control, and I understood why Cristiano wanted it so badly. It was heady to watch the face of such a powerful man screw up with need and desperation—all for me.
He took both sides of my face in a firm but gentle hold and used my mouth to finish himself off. He left my throat alone as he thrust hard and fast into my mouth, his fingers gripping tightly. “I’m coming.” His massive body shook with his impending explosion. “Your mouth is too hot and sweet to resist. And now, it’s finally mine.”
He shoved to the back of my throat and shuddered as he came warm and sticky down my throat. The moment he pulled out, he towered over me, placing his hand under my jaw and angling it up. “Swallow me, Natalia.” I started to cough around him, but he held me there. “Swallow.”
I gulped him down, but it was more than I thought possible and some spilled over my chin. He stroked his cock slowly as it settled between his legs, as spent as I was.
As he walked away, I fell forward onto my palms, reorienting myself. It was oddly satisfying to work and be worked and to feel the result dripping down my throat and over my chin. Not once in my life had I ever been handled so ruthlessly, with such fervor, or been broken down and so relentlessly stripped bare.
“You’re sufficiently ruined for one night,” he said from somewhere in the dark, my thoughts apparently running through his mind as well.
I looked up. He was wholly naked now, his cock hanging between his legs, his thigh muscles working as he approached me barefoot and with a damp towel in his hand.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” I asked hoarsely.
“For longer than I care to admit,” he said. “I suspect you won’t admit you wanted it, too.”
I couldn’t, not in that moment, but I wouldn’t deny it, either. I reached for the towel, but he took my elbow and helped me up. He put his knuckle under my jaw to raise my head and look me in the eye as he smoothed the warm, damp towel over my chin. “You will learn to swallow every last drop,” he said gently. “But I must say. You were increíble.”
I smiled, then turned red, embarrassed by how good his praise felt. “You’re only saying that so I’ll do it again.”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s the truth.” His eyes scanned my face and landed on my lips. When he bent his head, I was tempted to lean in and meet him.
But that was enough to make me angle away.
A kiss was a different kind of submission. It was one thing to let myself enjoy how he handled my body, but my heart couldn’t take the same beating.
Cristiano didn’t move, hovering near my cheek. “Still no kiss?”
“I can’t really stop you.”
“As I’ve said, there’s no joy in that for me. You were incredible just now because you wanted this as much as I did.” His hot breath warmed my cheek, and he spoke with
a thread of desperation. “Tell me why you won’t kiss me.”
“It should be obvious. Sex is sex, but a kiss is more.”
“We haven’t had sex.”
“But we will. And you’ll know exactly how to make me enjoy it. But that’s my body, nothing more.”
He turned my face back to his as he wet his full lips. He was a good kisser. He’d managed to draw me in for a few seconds amidst the horrors of our wedding day. He’d nearly convinced me on our wedding night that I wanted him. He cast a spell with his kiss, and I couldn’t afford to stray from reality.
“You’re wrong,” he said, sounding almost amused. “This goes far beyond your body. You need things, and I can give them to you. I want to give them to you.”
“Why?” I whispered.
He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Someday soon, maybe when you least expect it, I will repay what you did for me tonight.”
“How?” I asked. “I have nothing down there to jam down your throat.”
He smirked. “And gracias a Dios for that.”
“Speak for yourself. I should like to see you suffer for my orgasm.”
The corner of his mouth quirked. “I imagine I will.” He touched his lips to the other corner of mine. “You took my cock like a champ. In return, I’ll eat you like my life depends on it, and believe me, I value my life.”
Oh my God. I was frustratingly aware of the throb between my legs. It had started in his office and hadn’t subsided since.
“Unless you’d like to collect on my debt now?” he asked. “Just ask.”
To be relieved of that ache was almost too good to pass up. Accepting his advances, or even submitting to them, was one thing. Asking for something felt wrong, though. I shook my head and forced myself to turn away before I changed my mind.
He took my elbow and pulled me back. “Kiss me once,” he said. “In exchange, I won’t lay so much as a finger on you for a while, not even if the kiss tempts you to more.”
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