Lorenzo: Chapter 43

My heart thumps loudly and my cock aches as I take the stairs two at a time. Mia isn’t downstairs, so she must be doing what I asked of her. I’ve been desperate to fuck her since we left for the restaurant last night, and I might explode if I don’t feel her tight pussy around my cock soon.

When I walk into the room, she’s sitting up in bed reading, blanket pulled up over her breasts. I can’t tell if she’s naked beneath there or not. From the looks of the book cover, it’s one of the filthy ones that she and Kat like to read.

She looks up and places her book on the bed. “Hey,” she says with a sweet smile.

“Hey.” I pull off my tie. “How was your day?”

“It was good.”

“Did you eat dinner?” My socks and shoes join my tie on the floor.

“Yes. Spinach and ricotta cannelloni.” She licks her lips as she watches me undress. “It was delicious.”

“And for dessert?” I shrug off my jacket and fold it over the back of the chair.

“I didn’t have any.”

I walk toward the bed. I need to feel her now. “Why not, sunshine?”

Her cheeks flush a little pink. “Because I wasn’t hungry.”

I narrow my eyes at her, reading every single emotion on her face as I crawl onto the bed.

“I wasn’t. I swear,” she whispers.

“I believe you.” I fist my hand in the duvet, pulling it down and revealing her beautiful body inch by inch. Her breath catches in her throat and her tits shudder as I expose them to the air. Leaning forward, I suck a hard nipple into my mouth, and she whimpers, threading her fingers in my hair and arching her back. I nip her gently before moving to pay her other one the same attention.

“That feels so good, Sir.”

I pull the duvet down lower, over her stomach, resting it on her hips. The scent of her fills the air. “I can smell how wet you are from here. Tell me, was it your dirty book?” I glide my hand up her thighs, and I’m pleased to find her naked for me. She spreads her legs without hesitation, allowing me to slip two fingers between her pussy lips. “Or is any of it for me?”

She stares into my eyes, biting her lip and stifling her soft moans. “It was a little from my book.” A flush creeps over her neck. “But mostly for you.”

“Yeah?” I dip my head lower, trailing soft kisses over her breasts and down to her stomach as I drag my fingers through her wet folds.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too, sunshine. I brought you something.”

“You did?” Her voice goes high with delight.

Getting out of bed, I go over to the chair and grab the silver nipple clamps from my jacket pocket. I lie back down next to her and hold them up by the thick chain linking them. “You know what these are, Mia?”

Her tongue darts out, moistening her juicy bottom lip. “Nipple clamps,” she breathes.

“You ever had them used on you before?”

She shakes her head, her gaze never leaving the toy in my hand.

I dip my head and run my tongue over one of her hard nipples. “I bought them this morning and I’ve been waiting to use them on these perfect tits all day.”

“Do they hurt?” she whispers, eyes wide.

“Only in a good way,” I tell her with a wink, shaking the chain loose so that a clamp dangles from each end. “You ready to try them?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I don’t miss the way her face lights up at my praise. She needs this after last night. We both do. I open the first clamp and bring it close to her hardened bud. She sucks in a breath, intently watching me fasten it onto her nipple, and makes the softest, sexiest little moaning sound.

“You like that, huh?”

She gasps, her neck flushing with heat.

I tighten it a little and the clamp bites into her stiff peak. She whimpers, but a few seconds later she’s moaning again. “Still good, sunshine?”

“Y-yes,” she pants, licking her lips.

“Keep your hands by your sides. No touching yourself. Okay?”

She presses her lips together. “Mmhmm.”

I clamp her other nipple and she squirms when I increase the pressure. She sinks her teeth into her lip now, her fingers twitching on the covers.

I grin wickedly and hook my finger on the chain. Tugging gently, I watch in satisfaction as her back arches off the bed.

“Sir,” she whimpers.

“I wonder if I could make you come like this, tesoro?” I tug the chain a little harder and she keens, back arching higher and legs spreading wide.

“Sensitive, are we?” I flick her pebbled nipple with my tongue, lavishing it with attention. Her hands ball into fists and she lifts them off the bed. “Hands,” I remind her.

“I know, Sir,” she whines.

Sliding my hand across her soft stomach, I cup her other breast, wedging the clamp between the knuckles of my middle and pointer fingers. I squeeze gently and her eyes roll back in her head. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes!”

I settle between her thighs, my hard cock encased in my suit pants and pressing up against her pussy. I knew she’d like the clamps, but I had no idea they’d make her this feral.

I roll my hips, rubbing the seam of my zipper over her clit. “Oh, holy cow!” she moans.

“How about we see if we can get you off like this?” I suggest, squeezing her breast harder. “You grind that pussy on me while I play with these beautiful tits.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”