“I like looking at you like this, Lucia, on your knees, your mouth stuffed full with my cock. You don’t know how badly I want to fuck your face, come down your throat.”

As he said the last part, he pumped deeper, making me choke, holding himself there, his fingers tight in my hair when I tried to pull back.

I gasped for breath, pushing against his thighs.

He smiled then pulled out a little.

“Again,” he said.

He thrust in deep, calling forth tears from the corners of my eyes as I struggled only to have his grip tighten, hurting me. And when he repeated once more, going a little deeper, all the while smiling, watching me, I had the strange idea he liked my tears, my struggles.

“But I won’t come down your throat tonight,” he said, dragging me off him by my hair. “Hands and knees,” he said, tossing me onto the bed. “Ass to me.”

I glanced at him, wondering if I should be turned on by his rough treatment of me, knowing only that I was.

Once in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.

Salvatore moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.

“Look at me,” he said.

I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.

“You’re dripping, Lucia.”

He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.

I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.

“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread and open for me.”

The rough scruff of his jaw scratched my tender flesh. He licked me, the tip of his tongue tickling my clit before dipping inside me. But before I could come, he straightened. I craned my neck to look at him again.

“And I love your sexy little asshole.”

I tensed when his thumb pressed against it. “I’ll fuck that hole too—”

When I protested, he grinned and pushed against the tight ring.

“When I want it, you’ll give it to me. You’ll get on your hands and knees just like you are right now, and you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”

My mewling had his grin widening.