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I forced myself to sink back down, moaning around him as he returned to licking me. He pushed two fingers inside me first, then a third, stretching me open while he sucked my clit in firm, rhythmic pulses. The three fingers filled me almost as much as his cock had. He curled them upward and rubbed that sensitive front wall in steady strokes timed to the suction of his mouth.“Mmmmh… ahhhh…”The sounds I made were muffled by the thick cock stretching my lips. Spit ran down his shaft. My hips began to rock against his face on their own. Every time the pleasure climbed too high and my sucking slowed, he spanked my ass again, harder, the sharp sting making me clench around his fingers and redouble my efforts.“That’s my girl. Keep choking on it while I finger this tight cunt and suck your clit. You are going to come on my tongue and you are not going to stop sucking until I say.”The dual sensation was overwhelming. His three fingers pumped steadily, stretching and rubbing. His tongue wor

Two days later Alessio walked into my bedroom carrying a long black garment bag. He hung it on the closet door and unzipped it without a word. Inside was a dress the color of fresh blood. The fabric was heavy silk that caught the light. The front plunged low enough that the inner curves of my breasts would show. The back was completely open down to the base of my spine. A high slit ran up the left thigh, so high it would flash the lace of whatever I wore underneath every time I walked.“Put it on,” he said. “Nothing underneath except what I give you.”I stepped into the dress. The silk slid over my skin like cool water. When I turned to the mirror I barely recognized myself. The neckline framed the soft push of my breasts. The open back left me feeling exposed. The slit revealed almost the entire length of my left leg. Alessio came up behind me, reached around, and adjusted the fabric so more of the inner curve of each breast showed. His knuckles brushed my nipples through the silk. T

Three days passed in relative quiet. Alessio left early and returned late. He touched me only in passing—fingers at the small of my back, a hand closing briefly around my wrist when he wanted my attention—but every contact left my skin burning. At night I lay awake remembering the red dress, the vibrator, the way he had edged me in the back of the car until I shook. The ache between my legs never fully left.On the fourth evening he found me in the library. I was pretending to read. He closed the book gently, took it from my hands, and set it aside.“Come with me.”He led me to the master bedroom. The lights were already low. On the wide black bed lay several objects arranged with deliberate care: a length of soft black rope, a dark silk blindfold, a long white feather, a slim leather riding crop, a small remote vibrator, and a bottle of lubricant. My stomach tightened at the sight.Alessio stood behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of his body.“You have never done this befor

He fucked me harder, the force making my breasts sway. The second climax built fast under his fingers and the relentless depth. When it hit I moaned his name like a prayer, walls fluttering and milking him while fresh wetness coated his shaft.Alessio did not come with me. He pulled out, breathing hard, and simply held me for a moment, forehead resting against the back of my shoulder.“We have to go.”The rest of the drive was silent. I fixed my clothes with shaking hands. When the Maybach finally stopped in front of the old brick building where I had grown up, the dashboard clock read 11:17 p.m. The street was quiet. A single streetlight cast a pale circle on the sidewalk.Alessio stepped out first, came around, and opened my door. He took the suitcase and set it on the pavement. I followed, legs still unsteady. We stood facing each other under the streetlight. The six months sat between us like a living thing.I waited for him to say goodbye. I waited for him to turn and leave. Inst