His command, My surrender.

Catrina's Pov 

Vincenzo revealed himself from the dark stepping towards my direction.

I stood there frozen, my nipple got hardened at the sight of him.

I don't know why I felt this way, my body misses him, I've never felt this way for anyone before, not even Ricardo.

He yanked my ass, his face on my neck like he was going to devour me.

He wrapped his hands around my waist, his fingers pressing into my sides, and hoisted me onto the cool, polished surface of the reading table. 

I landed with a soft thud, a stack of books toppling over beside me.

He leaned on me whispering.

"Are you sure you can take all of me today? I have zero tolerance for weakness.” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and his lips curled into a predatory smirk.

“Now take off my shirt, you have to be in control,” he commanded.

My hands found the buttons of his shirt, my fingers tracing the line of them.

 With each unfastened button, more of his chest came into view, a broad canvas of skin. 

I dropped to my knees, the cool floor gave me a welcome shock. 

My hand went to his pants, a slow, deliberate movement. 

The zipper came down, a faint rasping sound in the quiet room. 

Fabric peeled back, and a rush of cool air hit my face. 

My eyes didn't have to adjust to the dim light; they were already fixed on the space where his skin met the open air. 

The form of him, rising to meet me, was all I could see.

Slowly I filled my mouth on his manhood, giving his balls some massage.

I watched his eyes clench shut, a fine line forming between his brows as his jaw tightened. 

His knuckles, white from gripping the edge of the bed, trembled. 

It wasn't a word, or even a gasp, just a soft, guttural hum that caught at the back of his throat barely made it out.

My fingers curled tightly around the base, dragging up over the sensitive head.

I continued stroking faster as our eyes locked in.

He wrapped his fist around the base of my ponytail. 

My head snapped back, chin jutting toward the ceiling as my gaze was forced to meet his.

“You are such a bad slut” he said leaning a bit closer to my face I could feel his hot breath.

“You have to take all of me not even a drop of cum should be on the floor” he instructed.

“Disobedience can cause you something you know right my little sheyla,” he smiled

“Now do your job, remember not a single drop”. He said while guiding his cock into my mouth.

A cold chill ran down my spine.

I felt my world had stopped for a moment but inside of me burned an uncontrollable desire.

I focused on the tip licking and sucking it as crazy as his ball twitched for a release.

“I'm about to cum”, he said, groaning.

I sucked harder putting the tip in my mouth before finally deep throating it.

I gagged, the back of my throat clamping down on his cock so hard that he was finally pushed over the edge.

Vincenzo let out the biggest load of his life,his dick pulsing as I kept it all in my mouth.

I began to gulp all of it down, swallowing it like it was some kind of delicious treat.

Vincenzo held onto my head, his eyes locked with me as my throat massaged his dick, I stared at him submissively drinking his cum until it was all gone.

“Stand!” He commanded.

I rose slowly, my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the scuffed tips of my shoes. 

He stepped closer, his warm and firm palm, lifted my chin until my gaze was forced to meet his.

“You were good, now turn around with your eyes closed”, he said with a smile curved around his lips.

I did as he said, my heart thrumming against my ribs as I waited in the dark.

The sunlight felt nice on my closed eyelids, but after a while, I noticed how quiet it was. 

I was expecting to feel him move, or even hear him breathe, but there was nothing.

 It was just me and the unusual calmness. I finally opened my eyes and turned around.

He was gone.