Sharon
“Hi!” she called happily.
“Hey,” Vittorio replied, with a cool indifference in his voice that brought Sharon up short.
“How was your day?” Sharon asked tentatively.
“Long,” Vittorio told her. “How was yours?”
“Oh, it was, uh, good!” Sharon replied, sounding guilty even in her own ears.
“I was thinking about you today,” Vittorio said, slipping his strong arms around her waist. There was a low, hungry tone to his voice that made Sharon’s spine tingle.
“You were all I was thinking about today,” she purred in reply. She rubbed her scantily clad body against his and leaned her head back for a kiss.
“That’s all you better be thinking about,” Vittorio growled, bending down to close their impressive height gap with a desirous kiss.
Sharon loved the way his mouth claimed hers, the rough pushing of his lips against her mouth, the tantalizing way his tongue traced her own.
Once he broke the steamy kiss, Vittorio began to tease.
“Not getting too bored without me, are you?”
Sharon suddenly wondered if Vittorio knew she had found the safe. He was him after all, a ruthless leader and wealthy badass who could very well have the entire apartment on camera. Was there a sensor that went off when I opened the panel? Sharon thought, alarmed. She searched his face before she responded, looking for a knowing glint or angry set to his eyes, but she couldn’t read his handsome face. It was certainly possible that he was onto her little secret.
“Uh, no,” Sharon replied. “Been keeping myself busy. Watching TV and, y’know, playing games and stuff.”
“If there’s anything else you feel like you need, let me know and I’ll sort it out,” Vittorio told her with a smile. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“Thank you,” Sharon said, flattered. Before she could stop herself, she inquired, “So, can I ask you about one thing?”
“Sure,” Vittorio nodded, his hands still gingerly draped around her narrow waist.
“Well, I was walking around earlier,” Sharon started, hearing a scared little tremor in her own voice. “And I noticed this weird little panel in the white room…”
Before she could finish, Vittorio flashed her a dark look. Sharon winced under his piercing stare, stunned into silence by his palpable anger.
“What did you do with the panel?” Vittorio asked sharply. Clearly Sharon had been wrong. He had no idea she’d been snooping and now she had ratted herself out.
“I, um, I opened it,” Sharon admitted it. “I found the little button under the bed and…”
Vittorio dropped his hands from her waist. He stepped back, continuing to furiously look down on a terrified Sharon.
Despite herself, she asked, “What’s in the safe?”
“I think you need to remember your place,” Vittorio practically spat at her.
“O-Okay,” Sharon stammered, dropping her gaze to the floor. She felt Vittorio’s fiery glare burning a hole in her forehead, and hot fearful tears prickled behind Sharon’s eyes.
“Get naked,” Vittorio commanded. “I think you need a little reminder of exactly what you are.”
Sharon complied, gingerly tugging on the elastic waistband and dropping her shorts into a silky heap around her feet, her eyes never lifting from the floor.
“Bedroom,” Vittorio commanded her, in his sexy, gravelly voice.
He followed her back to the master suite, his outraged presence looming behind her as she walked. Her body tensed. She hadn’t made him angry before and she was worried he’d hurt her. The newer, more animal part of herself craved his forceful way of loving and she couldn’t help the prickle of arousal between her legs.
Once in the suite, Sharon turned toward Vittorio. She lifted her chin to him, hoping for a kiss that she didn’t get. Vittorio grabbed her roughly by her hair, spun her around and tossed her face down onto his bed. His rejection of her kiss stung. She knew he really was mad, but his rough hands brought out her more carnal desires. He pressed one hand against her lower back and unsnapped the crotch of her tight body suit. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside her.
Sharon cried out in surprise as he invaded her. She knew she was already wet. She could feel his fingers sliding with ease in and out of her eager pussy. He usually started off more gently with her, but not this time. It was like his touch had lit a fire in her core and she couldn’t resist him.
“Yeah, you’re ready,” Vittorio said, his voice flat. Sharon could hear him fussing with his belt and buttons behind her. The head of his already-rigid cock nudged against her slick entrance. “Beg for it,” he commanded.
“Please,” Sharon whined dutifully. “Please give me your cock.”
“Good girl.”
He shoved his entire length into Sharon in one solid, forceful thrust. The sudden sensation of fullness and twinge of pain against her cervix made Sharon cry out.
Vittorio growled. He took a handful of her hair and pinned her head down to the bed with her face turned to the side. “You belong to me,” he reminded her. He forced himself into her to his hilt again. “This is all you are.”
Sharon felt her elbows buckle as he pushed her down. “I-I belong to you!” Sharon repeated, her voice breathy.
She broke off into a moan as he started to slowly, rhythmically pump himself in and out of her. She savored the way his thick cock spread her pussy lips apart, the vulnerability of being underneath him with her ass straight up in the air. She yelped as his wide, open palm slapped her across her rounded cheeks. The stinging sensation was delicious and irresistible. He smacked her hard again, doubling the burn on her sensitive skin.
Vittorio continued to drive himself into her. His long dick felt like it was pushing up into her stomach, he was so deep. He mounted her like a dog and fucked her hard. Sharon could feel her thighs quaking as pleasure racked through her entire body. He grunted and groaned, every one of the throaty sounds arousing her even more and bringing her closer and closer to the glorious edge. He slapped her hard again. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in the big room as he ravaged her.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” Vittorio snarled.
God, his voice, Sharon thought, overwhelmed by wanton desire.
“You going to keep going through my stuff?” Vittorio asked, slapping her so hard it stung.
“Ah!” Sharon groaned. “No, no, I won’t go through your stuff.”
Without warning, Vittorio reached around Sharon’s bent body and began squeezing and rolling her clit. “Promise me,” he demanded.
“I-I promise!” Sharon stammered, teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“Good girl,” Vittorio praised her, rubbing her engorged clit faster until Sharon could no longer stand it.
Gratification ripped through her body, shredding her conscious mind into scraps of carnal delight. Her screams were sloppy, uninhibited and raw. Her toes curled under, her thighs squeezing hard around the unrelenting waves of pleasure. She shuddered and struggled for breath as the aftershocks of orgasm finally relented.
“Very good girl,” Vittorio repeated approvingly. He pulled himself out of her and Sharon suddenly felt empty.
His rough hands wrapped around her creamy thighs and Vittorio rolled her onto her back. Her messy blonde hair fell into her face as she gazed up at him. He was gloriously naked, the complex network of ink crisscrossing his powerful chest. She loved the gentle snarl at his lip. The wolfish glint in his dark eyes made her feel wanted, admired and gorgeous.
Sharon was surprised to feel the pressure of his palm against her neck. Vittorio held her securely by the throat while he pushed his way into her. She felt her eyes bug out just a bit as he squeezed her tighter, her moans reduced to muffled squeaks as it got harder and harder for her to breathe. His strong, tattooed forearms flexed as his wide palms and long fingers claimed her throat. Fear awoke in Sharon then. She reached up to grab his forearm and pull him away, but he was too strong.
Vittorio groaned louder for a few thrusts, clearly relishing in her helplessness and submission to his newest kink. Then he released his tight grasp so that Sharon’s lungs could fill themselves again. She gulped down oxygen, panting hard. Suddenly, her head flooded with rich, fresh blood and a heady sensation Sharon had never felt before.
“Oh… oh my god,” Sharon stuttered between heavy breaths, her breasts rising and falling. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and feel adrenaline saturating her nerve endings. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she barely felt them.
“I own you,” he grumbled.
He pressed his palm against her throat again and Sharon felt herself leaning her head back, exposing every inch of her soft neck to him. She reached for his forearm, not to push him away this time, but to hold his hand there. She attempted to moan, to cry out, to signal to Vittorio how much she enjoyed being choked. Vittorio held her harder, almost too hard, and began thrusting himself into her with exaggerated force. His long, hard cock hit the spot deep inside Sharon over and over again, until it wasn’t just oxygen deprivation that was making her weak. Dark spots began to dance across her vision, obscuring her view of the tattooed God about to send her into another frenzy of orgasm.
Vittorio released her neck, putting both of his hands on her hips, fucking her hard and raw for his own pleasure, using her as a toy, while Sharon kicked and shivered in sheer ecstasy. Her pleasurable screams were punctuated with gasps for breath.
“I’m yours!” Sharon moaned, suddenly overcome by a sense of his ownership of her, of submission and unadulterated joy. “I belong to you!”
Her frantic, manic cries really did it for Vittorio. She could feel his giant cock throb inside her, finally twitching in time with his spasmodic groans as he pumped her full of his hot semen. He pulled himself out, tossing her onto her side, and crashed down onto the bed next to her.