Lorenzo: Chapter 67

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach up and cup Mia’s jaw in my hand. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” She does what I ask without a second’s hesitation, quickly pulling off her dress and underwear before dropping to the floor and looking up at me expectantly. Such a good little submissive already. I run my fingertips along her collar, and a primal urge to throw her down and fuck her senseless washes over me, but I resist it. “Your collar wasn’t the only gift I bought you today.”

Her hazel eyes shine with delight. “It wasn’t?”

I reach for the black box beside the bed. Opening it, I take out the piece of fabric and hold it up for her to see. She sinks her teeth into her luscious bottom lip, making me envious that I’m not biting on it right now instead, but we have plenty of time for that. As soon as I lean forward, she dips her head slightly, allowing me to tie the blindfold. Sitting back, I admire her while she waits patiently for whatever I have planned next.

Reaching into the box again, I pull out a pair of leather cuffs. Mia tilts her head, like she’s straining to hear what I’m doing. “Hold out your arms.” She does as I ask, a smile playing on her lips as I wrap the first cuff around her left wrist. “You’re unusually quiet tonight, sunshine.”

“I don’t want to miss any instructions, Sir.”

“You do know you’re still going to be punished for that stunt with Kat downstairs, don’t you?”

My little siren grins. “Yes, Sir.”

I grin too. Her little joke on Kat was hilarious, and the look on my sister-in-law’s face was priceless. I have no intentions of actually punishing Mia for it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have fun with her. “You won’t be smiling when I’m done with you,” I warn her.

“I know, Sir.”

I wrap the second cuff around her right wrist. Standing, I help her up. “Come with me.” I walk to the other side of the room, pulling her along with me. The metal hook has been in the ceiling for years, and I’ve used it plenty of times in the past, but never with Mia. I bought the new chain to go on it earlier today, and she was so focused on getting her collar and then sucking my cock, she must not have seen it, which was exactly what I’d hoped for.

I join the cuffs with the metal fastenings and lift her arms to attach them to the chain overhead. She flinches at the rattling sound but doesn’t pull back from me. Instead she allows me to shackle her to the ceiling without any resistance. Finished securing her, I run my hands down her arms and sides and she squirms, pressing her lips together, but a giggle escapes. I don’t bother to hide my smile—one of the perks of her being blindfolded is that I don’t have to mask my facial expressions.

I grab the belt I bought for her and trace the soft leather tip over her hip bone. She shivers under its touch. “This is for you to wear, tesoro,” I reassure her and slip it around her waist.

“Oh?” she breathes as I fasten the top half in place. No doubt she can feel the additional straps and knows this isn’t a regular belt, but she doesn’t ask questions.

“This part,” I say, holding up the piece at the back, “goes through here.” I slide the leather between her thighs, and she sucks in a deep breath. Her nipples harden further and her skin blooms with heat. I suppress a laugh and fasten it to the front. When I’m done, I step back and admire her for a few seconds.

“What is it I’m wearing, Sir?” she asks softly.

“It’s a wand belt.” I walk back to the bed and take out another gift.

“A wand belt?”

“Yeah.” I plug the new toy into the wall and her mouth opens wide at the sound it makes. “You know what a wand is, right?”

Her cheeks flush pink. “Yes.”

I hook the head of the toy into the straps between her thighs, dusting my lips over the skin of her neck and making a shiver run the length of her body. “This part holds the wand in place while my hands are busy doing something else.”

Panting, she squeezes her thighs together and presses the bulbous head of the toy between them.

And as for what I’ll be busy doing … I take her final gift from the box and smack the leather paddle against my hand. With a loud gasp, Mia squeezes her thighs tighter together. Goosebumps break out all over her body.

I trail the paddle over her breasts, gently tapping it against her hard nipples. She moans. “You know what your final gift is?”

“Is it a paddle?”

I trail it further down her body before giving her a quick swat on the ass with it. She yelps. “Clever girl.”

I take a few steps back. Absolute fucking perfection. Her flawless tits jiggle with each breath. I drink in every part of her. Every line. Every curve. Every scar. But it’s not her beautiful body tied up and ready to be used however I want that makes me feel like I can’t breathe. It’s how she waits for me. So patient. Wearing my collar. Unable to see or free herself. Nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. Legs trembling from standing on her tiptoes. Skin flushed with heat and anticipation, and not a single ounce of fear.

After everything I’ve done to her, after the way I pushed her away and those awful things I said, she still trusts me completely. Not only with her body, but with her heart too. The realization floors me and makes my cock harder than an iron bar.

“Sir?”

I realize she’s listening to the silence and probably wondering what the hell I’m doing. “I’m just admiring my property, sunshine. You look so fucking beautiful wearing my collar.”

“I feel beautiful wearing your collar,” she says, and the smile that follows nearly knocks me on my ass. It’s sweet and pure and everything she is. And everything I’m not. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy of that smile.

Coasting my hand over her stomach and down her ass, I walk behind her. “Your ass is going to look even more beautiful when I’ve striped it with my paddle.”

She opens her mouth, but I spank her with my palm before she can speak, hard enough to make her squeal. I slap her other cheek just as hard, but this time she moans and rocks forward on the balls of her feet.

“Where did I tell you to wait for me after dinner, Mia?” I spank her again.

“U-upstairs.”

“So why did you come to the library?” Smack.

“I d-didn’t know it was a rule, Sir. I th-thought …” I bring my palm down on the fleshy part of her behind and the sound makes me groan. She yelps.

“Thought what?”

“That it … was a …”

I spank her again. “A what?”

“A suggestion,” she whispers.

I press my lips to her ear. It wasn’t a rule, but then this isn’t a punishment. Not even close. I slip two fingers inside her and she whimpers. “You’re already wet, sunshine. Are you enjoying this punishment a little too much?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help it.”

“You can’t help getting wet when I spank you?” I smack her ass again while I drive my fingers in and out of her.

She groans softly. “N-no, Sir.”

“Maybe I need to be a little tougher on you, huh?” I don’t give her a chance to reply before I pull my fingers from her pussy and spank her with the paddle.

“Ow!” she screeches, rocking forward and causing the chain to take most of her weight. I glance up at her wrists, making sure the cuffs are secure and not too tight. It’s been so long since I’ve shackled someone new to my ceiling, and back before I was married and I used to do it with many different women, it was a fine balance to cause enough discomfort without it being so unbearable that the scene ended too soon. This position can cause considerable damage if not done properly. I would never risk Mia’s safety, so I intend to be careful to watch her for signs of distress.

The sound of the paddle colliding with her perfect ass makes my cock weep to be inside her. I rub a hand over her reddened cheeks, kneading her soft flesh to soothe the sting and add a different kind of pain.

She leans back, pressing her ass into my hands and I smile at her high pain threshold. I give her four more sharp smacks with the paddle, then stop. Stroking her back, I drag my teeth over the skin on her neck. “You’re doing so well, sunshine.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she says, breathless.

“I’m going to give you a little break for a few minutes, okay?” I kiss her shoulder and step away.

“Why? Where are you going?” she asks, a faint hint of panic edging into her voice.

“I’m right here. Just taking off my shirt.”

She lets out a relieved sigh.

I pull off my shirt and toss it into the hamper, watching her intently as I do. Her ass is a delicious shade of pink, but she still has a sweet smile on her face. Taking the remote control from my pocket, I switch on the wand between her legs. She jumps, letting out a small shriek that makes me chuckle.

“Oh god,” she pants as the toy vibrates against her clit. Her heels drop to the floor and she allows the ceiling hook to take most of her weight, which will help her aching thighs but will make her arms burn more. I turn the wand setting down until it’s only a gentle thrum and she purrs contentedly.

“You having fun there without me?”

“I’d much rather have fun with you, Sir.” Stepping up behind her, I cup her breasts. She leans into me, rubbing her back against my chest and her ass over my aching cock. “I love feeling your skin on mine, Sir.”

“I know, tesoro.” Kissing her neck, I continue kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. She moans. My cock throbs. Her breathing gets shallow and fast, and I step back from her, giving her ass a hard smack with the paddle.

“Oh, fuck,” she pants.

“Don’t forget this is supposed to be a punishment,” I tease, then deliver another hard slap on her ass.

She groans, pulling at her restraints as her body chases release.

I turn up the setting on her wand. The increase in pressure makes her mewl with pleasure, so I spank her again, harder than before, enough to take the edge off the euphoria from the vibrations pulsing directly on her clit.

“Sir, please?”

I bring the paddle down on her ass again, loving the way it marks her exquisite skin. “You know your safe word, sunshine.”

“I don’t want it to stop, I want to …” She gasps, frustrated and desperate and needy.

I trail my fingertips down her spine, making her wriggle. “What do you want?”

“To come, Sir,” she pleads.

“But this is a punishment, remember?” I bite down on her neck and suck hard enough to leave a mark. My mark.

I spank her over and over again. Sometimes hard. Sometimes soft. Sometimes in quick succession and sometimes leaving ten or fifteen seconds between each blow. I grab her ass cheeks, kneading and pawing her sensitive skin to soothe the sting or to make it hurt a little more. And I turn the vibrations of the wand up and down to counteract the pain I inflict on her. She begs me to let her come each time I bring her close to the edge, whimpering while tears stream from her eyes, but she takes everything I give her. We’re both panting from the effort and perspiration covers our skin. I’m hard as fucking stone.

When her ass is crimson and she’s close to the edge once more, I turn off the toy and throw the paddle onto the floor. She drops her head and her entire body sags, mostly held up by the chain attaching her wrists to the ceiling. She whimpers when I remove the wand from the fastening between her thighs, and I take the belt off her too, careful with the leather against her sensitive flesh. She stands before me in only my collar and the blindfold.

“How are you doing, sunshine?”

She tilts her chin up, her pink cheeks stained with tears. Fuck me, she’s beautiful. “I’m good, Sir.”

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I slide two fingers through her soaking folds before dipping them into her tight pussy. “You took that spanking so well.” Her smile grows wider. “You remember the first time I fucked you, Mia? When I didn’t make you come? And you thought that I couldn’t do it?” Her throat constricts, a flush creeping across her face at the memory. “And now you’ve spilled your cum all over this house for me. I know your body so well, I can tell exactly when you’re about to lose control. The way your greedy cunt spasms.” I sink my fingers deeper and her muscles ripple around them. “The way your legs start to tremble. Your breathing gets faster and shallower.” I trail soft kisses along her collarbone and she whimpers. “The skin right here turns a very particular shade of pink.”

“S-Sir?” She tries to sink further onto my fingers but can’t because of her restraints.

“You want to know something about our first time? You felt so fucking good. I lost myself in you. And I’ve been losing myself in you ever since.”

I sink my teeth into the soft skin on the side of her neck, causing her to moan loudly. Her legs tremble as her orgasm grows dangerously close again, and I slip my fingers out of her, sucking them clean while she whimpers in frustration. “A part of me knew from that very first time that we’d end up right here. Even when I was pushing you away, some part of me knew we’d wind up like this one day. You wearing my collar.” I caress her throat and her chest heaves. “You being completely mine. Mine to control. Mine to use.” I tweak one of her hard nipples.

“Sir,” she whines, tears running down her face.

“Mine to care for. Mine to worship.” I dust my lips over hers, taunting her with the promise of a kiss, then pulling back. “Who do you belong to, Mia?”

“You, Sir,” she whispers.

After unzipping my fly, I slip one arm around her hips and free my cock from the confines of my suit pants. I grip the base and squeeze. Her arms must be aching, and she’s probably approaching the limit of what she can take, but how do I not fuck her right now, when she’s tied up and desperate for me? I rub the crown of my cock on her clit and her entire body shudders. She leans into me as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist and positioning my tip at her entrance. She’s so fucking hot and inviting that it nearly kills me not to plow straight into her, but she’s so dangerously close to the edge that it might just tip her over, and she doesn’t get to come—not yet.

“Please, Sir? I need you.”

“You have every single part of me, sunshine. All of me. Always.” I sink halfway inside her and groan at the relief of her hot, wet pussy.

Tremors wrack her body and cause her to jerk on the chain. I glance up at her arms, aware of the ache that must be burning through them right now. “You’re doing so well. You take your punishments like such a good fucking girl.” I sink deeper and she coats me in a rush of slick heat. “So fucking good.” I groan out the words as warmth coils up my spine. My head spins with the effort of not nailing her into next week.

She throws back her head, grinding herself onto my cock while she chases the orgasm I’ve been denying her. I sink all the way inside her and suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out and giving her the perfect amount of pain to take the edge off her pleasure and keep her teetering on the brink.

“Lorenzo,” she whimpers, her mouth open as her chest heaves with the effort of breathing.

Keeping one arm banded tightly at her waist, I reach up and free her wrists from the hook on the ceiling. She drops her head against my shoulder. Her hot breath on my neck makes all the tiny hairs there stand on end. With my dick still inside her, I carry her to the bed and lay her down. And when I slide out of her a second later, she lets out a sob.

“Where are you hurting, sunshine?”

She sniffs. “My arms.”

I rub my hands up and down her arms, gently kneading her muscles to soothe the ache and encourage blood flow. A few moments later, her breathing evens out and her chest stops heaving. “You did so well, tesoro.”

A grin tugs on the corner of her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”

I take off her blindfold. She blinks, adjusting to the light, and when her eyes finally find mine, she rewards me with a heart-stopping smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.” I run my fingers over her collar and tug it gently, making her gasp. “And you look even more beautiful wearing this.”

She flutters her eyelashes. “I love wearing your collar, Sir.”

I dip my hand between her spread thighs, enjoying the way her eyes roll back when I toy with her wet pussy.

“You wear it so well. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I sink two fingers into her and her back arches off the bed. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you.”

She writhes, her body fighting for the orgasm she so desperately needs. Her lip trembles, but she holds my gaze. “You have it all wrong, Sir. You might have lost yourself in me, but I found myself in you.”

I swear someone just punched a hole through my chest and put my heart in a vise. I take a deep breath to replace the air she stole from my lungs. If I wasn’t already on my knees for her, I’d drop to them right now and worship this woman for the rest of my life. “Jesus, Mia.” Slipping my fingers out of her, I position myself between her thighs and drive my cock into her instead, unable to resist being inside her for a second longer. “You feel so good.”

Circling my neck with her arms, she wraps her legs around my waist, trying to pull me closer even though there isn’t a millimeter of space between us.

“So do you,” she whimpers, nails clawing at my back.

“You think you deserve to come, sunshine?” I growl as I nail her to the bed.

“Yes. Please?” Her hot cunt squeezes me tight, and I slam into her, rolling my hips so that the crown of my cock sweeps over her G-spot, giving her the release she’s been craving for the past hour.

She cries out when she comes—a sound that’s ripped from deep in her core, filled with relief and euphoria—and she soaks us both with her cum. It runs down her thighs as I carry on driving into her, drawing out her pleasure while I chase my own. I bury my head against her neck, sinking my teeth into the skin just above her collar, and fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life.

I never thought I’d have anything like this again … and I almost lost her. Almost let her slip through my fingers. But she’s mine now. She will be mine forever.

I thrust into her one last time. “Mine,” I growl as I fill her with my cum, grinding every single drop from my balls into her sweet cunt.

Rolling onto my back, I pull her with me so that she lies on top of me. Her eyes are closed and she’s practically purring like a kitten. I gently squeeze her ass and watch her face for any signs of discomfort, but she just smiles. The aftercare can wait a little while.

I brush her hair back from her damp forehead. “That’s another duvet that needs to be dry-cleaned.”

“And whose fault is that, Sir?”

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “I guess I do make you come kind of hard, huh?”

She laughs. “So hard.”

I stare down at her beautiful face. So peaceful and content. “What we just did, Mia, did that feel like a punishment?”

“No, not even a little,” she says with a contented sigh. “More like funishment.”

“Funishment?” I bite back a laugh. “I guess it was.”

“It was hot, Sir.”

My cock twitches at the fresh memory. “I’m glad you could tell the difference between real punishment and playing like we just did.”

She lets out a sigh of pure contentment. “I knew all along. I could tell by the devious look in your eyes when you pulled out that blindfold.”

Reaching out, I grab the duvet and pull it over us both, wrapping us up in our own little cocoon. Then I close my eyes and listen to the sound of her steady breathing. Just a few minutes and I’ll get us cleaned up and get her ass taken care of. But right now, I don’t want to do anything but hold her. Only the two of us in our own tiny part of the world where nobody else can touch us.

“I love you, Sir,” she whispers, rubbing her cheek against my chest.

“I love you too, sunshine.” The words come so easily to me, like some universal truth that I’ve known all my life. Suddenly an image of Anya’s face drifts into my head—my other universal truth—and instead of the pain that usually accompanies her memory, there’s only a sense of peace.

Mia’s breathing grows deeper, and I tighten my arms around her, wanting her as close as possible. I really should get us cleaned up, but her body’s so soft and warm, and it feels so fucking nice lying here with her. I never want to move.