“Show me, fiammetta.” His tone was calm, implacable, but also gentle. He stroked her encouragingly, and she arched, showing him her pussy and ass, baring her vulnerability. She moaned as he tugged at the butt plug, pumping in and out, awakening those nerve endings. Her pussy clenched with an echo of her orgasm.
“Such a lovely, tight little treasure, Bunny,” he murmured as if he truly admired her vulnerable opening. “Breathe out.” He gently removed the plug as she complied. Before she could clench her quivering muscles, he invaded her with his lubricated fingers, preparing the way for his much larger cock, making sure it was easier for her.
Her pussy twitched again as he added another finger, and she moaned her pleasure, working her hips back against him. “Sir, I need you.”
His only reply was a deep rumble as his fingers were immediately replaced with the hot, broad head of his cock. His grip was tight but reassuring on her hips as he nudged at her anus. The pressure didn’t let up as the burning stretch of his intrusion eased her open. She broke out in a cold sweat, moaning and swearing as he took it slowly, torturously, in and out, until his head was past the sphincter and the burn was replaced by a sense of fullness and possession. He smacked her ass.
“Fucking beautiful. This, too, is mine, fiammetta. Come with me.”
Aroused by the lust in his husky voice, she backed up to him and ground against him, feeling as though some animalistic force had taken hold of her. Loosening his tight grip on her hip, he slid his fingers between her pussy lips and stroked her clit with each thrust, round and round until her orgasm broke over her like wildfire, and she cried out as she went up in flames.
“Yes!”
He tightened his arms around her torso, and Joseph let loose with an orgasmic howl that rivaled hers in volume. When they both collapsed, she was content to lie flattened beneath him as they panted. Her body was one big throb, and she smiled to herself as their breathing came into sync. He finally roused himself and slid his hands up beneath her so that he cupped her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.
“Bella fiammetta.” Freeing his hands, he cupped her butt cheek, gently withdrew, and murmured, “Stay here.”
“That won’t be a problem, Sir. Staying right here,” she murmured, her speech distorted by the bedspread rumpled under her cheek.
He chuckled from the bathroom as he disposed of the condoms, tidied himself, and then thoughtfully brought a hot, wet washcloth and cleaned her up as well. “Feel all right?”
She rolled to her side and admired the curve of his muscular ass and back as he returned the cloth to the bathroom. Under the lights, she noticed the marks she’d left on him. “I scratched you, Sir.”
He took a seat beside her and slid his fingertips against her perspiration-dampened temples. “I suspect you’re more of a wildcat than harmless little forest bunny. You let go of the headboard earlier. That’s two.”
Her heart wobbled as he kissed her while she giggled. “I believe in keeping you on your toes, Sir. But you forgot about all my cussing while you were taking my ass.”
Kissing the top of her head, he patted her butt. “I’ll let those slide since I know it’s been a long time since you’ve done that. Did I hurt you?”
Sliding her lower lip out in a pout she nodded but then giggled. “But you didn’t harm me. It’s just been a while. I’m glad I agreed to try it with you. It was much better than the…other time. Did you like it?”
He gave her ass a sharp smack and then turned so that he lay beside her once more. “Sweetest, tightest, and hottest ass I’ve ever had, love.”
The merriment in his expression subsided as he gathered her to his chest and gazed into her eyes. Up that close, she saw the silvery pale striations mixed with the dark gray of his eyes, so different from her own. She could look into them for ages.
“Three times tonight, you referred to me as Master. The first time was in quiet conversation and the others were in moments of beautiful passion, and each time it sounded natural. How do you feel about that?”
Honesty. “I didn’t think about it. It just came out.” Saying the words didn’t sting her pride, and she knew they were the truth. He nodded, looking pleased. Satisfied.
“I want you here with me, Bunny. Not only because I dislike the neighborhood you’re living in. I want you in my life, fiammetta. You and your family. Do you understand?” He gripped his forehead as though gathering his thoughts.
“I—”
She startled at the shrill ring of his cell phone on the dresser by the door.
Joseph let loose with a juicy gutter curse, and Bunny almost giggled until he said, “That’s Hughes’s ringtone. He wouldn’t interrupt me in here unless it was an emergency.” He grasped the phone and put to his ear. “What?”