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Leah balanced on the edge of release. Gripping the thong, Gianni ripped it off with one strong pull, and pressed his mouth to her pussy.
It was heavenly: the heat of his lips, the tease of his tongue. Her skin tingled from the whip, and her clit tightened, pushing her to release. He bit over her sex, then nipped at her tender flesh. But he pulled away just before she could get satisfaction. Leah whimpered in agony.
Gianni dropped his pants, and in her haze, Leah saw him fist his thick cock. It was a fantasy come to life. Suspended in the swing, she was his to take. The light pressure over her face was a reminder of the erotic mask. She still wore her stilettos, and the image of her vulnerable position in the swing flashed through her mind.
He stood between her legs and pierced his hot shaft into her. Grabbing the chain suspending the swing, he pulled her into him, plunging deep in one forceful motion. He stretched her as he thrust inside, and used the swing to pump into her.
The universe centered with Gianni. His cock was buried deep, and his scent filled her nostrils. Leah’s nipples were distended, and her muscles taut. He had brought her close, over and over. Now she feared she would explode at any moment.
With his hands on her burning ass, holding her against him, Gianni bent down to flick her nipples with his tongue. Never enough. Still teasing. Leah moaned through her panting. Then he put one nipple in his mouth, and sucked. Hard.
It was too much. Deep in her core, Leah clenched. And Gianni fucked her fiercely, using the swing for leverage. When he pulled her, Leah slapped against him, her feet held wide by the stirrups. She had no defense, nor did she crave any.
There was no way to mitigate what happened. Gianni was in control. Always in control. That was the way she wanted it. His strength, the way he fucked her with abandon, spiraled her arousal higher. Then his cock pulsed. Just once.
She caught the look in his eyes, and clenched around him. There was nothing she wanted more than to give into release. No man she wanted but Gianni. The sensation was everything. He was all. Leah had no will to ask for permission. As he relentlessly stroked in and out, she came apart.
The whip, the delays, the teasing: all of it crashed together. Leah cried out, and as the delicious waves rolled through her, Gianni’s body turned to steel. He released inside her, moaning loudly. He filled her with his cum, and Leah felt him shudder from the strength of his climax.
Leah was vaguely aware of Gianni taking her out of the swing. It was more like a dream than reality. Cradling her in his arms, Gianni nestled her against him on a plush bed in the corner. It was their bed. One he had put it there just for Leah.
In his warm embrace, with the classical music playing in the background, Leah’s body hummed. Her skin was still warm from the sting of the tassel, and emotion welled inside her. The joy of being with Gianni engulfed her. Leah closed her eyes, letting the pleasure carry her away.
Chapter 8
Leah woke up during the night. Still a bit foggy with sleep, she dimly recalled getting into bed. She remembered the warm bath with Gianni, of him drying her gently, and rubbing cream into her skin. He assured her there would be no marks, but he wanted her comfortable. Then she had slipped naked into bed with her back against Gianni’s chest.
In the dark room, Leah listened to his steady breathing, and pressed closer. He stirred and put one arm around her. She drifted off to sleep again, and didn’t open her eyes again until it was light. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and she pulled the sheet over her head for a few more minutes of tranquility.
But she missed Gianni. And she smelled coffee. Sleeping in longer was out of the question. Leah slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. She studied her body in the mirror, but saw no marks. Gianni had said there wouldn’t be, but she was a little disappointed.
Not that she
It was heavenly: the heat of his lips, the tease of his tongue. Her skin tingled from the whip, and her clit tightened, pushing her to release. He bit over her sex, then nipped at her tender flesh. But he pulled away just before she could get satisfaction. Leah whimpered in agony.
Gianni dropped his pants, and in her haze, Leah saw him fist his thick cock. It was a fantasy come to life. Suspended in the swing, she was his to take. The light pressure over her face was a reminder of the erotic mask. She still wore her stilettos, and the image of her vulnerable position in the swing flashed through her mind.
He stood between her legs and pierced his hot shaft into her. Grabbing the chain suspending the swing, he pulled her into him, plunging deep in one forceful motion. He stretched her as he thrust inside, and used the swing to pump into her.
The universe centered with Gianni. His cock was buried deep, and his scent filled her nostrils. Leah’s nipples were distended, and her muscles taut. He had brought her close, over and over. Now she feared she would explode at any moment.
With his hands on her burning ass, holding her against him, Gianni bent down to flick her nipples with his tongue. Never enough. Still teasing. Leah moaned through her panting. Then he put one nipple in his mouth, and sucked. Hard.
It was too much. Deep in her core, Leah clenched. And Gianni fucked her fiercely, using the swing for leverage. When he pulled her, Leah slapped against him, her feet held wide by the stirrups. She had no defense, nor did she crave any.
There was no way to mitigate what happened. Gianni was in control. Always in control. That was the way she wanted it. His strength, the way he fucked her with abandon, spiraled her arousal higher. Then his cock pulsed. Just once.
She caught the look in his eyes, and clenched around him. There was nothing she wanted more than to give into release. No man she wanted but Gianni. The sensation was everything. He was all. Leah had no will to ask for permission. As he relentlessly stroked in and out, she came apart.
The whip, the delays, the teasing: all of it crashed together. Leah cried out, and as the delicious waves rolled through her, Gianni’s body turned to steel. He released inside her, moaning loudly. He filled her with his cum, and Leah felt him shudder from the strength of his climax.
Leah was vaguely aware of Gianni taking her out of the swing. It was more like a dream than reality. Cradling her in his arms, Gianni nestled her against him on a plush bed in the corner. It was their bed. One he had put it there just for Leah.
In his warm embrace, with the classical music playing in the background, Leah’s body hummed. Her skin was still warm from the sting of the tassel, and emotion welled inside her. The joy of being with Gianni engulfed her. Leah closed her eyes, letting the pleasure carry her away.
Chapter 8
Leah woke up during the night. Still a bit foggy with sleep, she dimly recalled getting into bed. She remembered the warm bath with Gianni, of him drying her gently, and rubbing cream into her skin. He assured her there would be no marks, but he wanted her comfortable. Then she had slipped naked into bed with her back against Gianni’s chest.
In the dark room, Leah listened to his steady breathing, and pressed closer. He stirred and put one arm around her. She drifted off to sleep again, and didn’t open her eyes again until it was light. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and she pulled the sheet over her head for a few more minutes of tranquility.
But she missed Gianni. And she smelled coffee. Sleeping in longer was out of the question. Leah slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. She studied her body in the mirror, but saw no marks. Gianni had said there wouldn’t be, but she was a little disappointed.
Not that she
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