Sharon
Sharon bounced gently as she landed on the sheeny silver duvet. The room on the boat was much smaller than the rooms they shared at the penthouse, so Vittorio’s impressive bulk dominated the entire space as he loomed over her. He stripped himself fully, without ever taking his predatory gaze off Sharon. She watched as he strode around the bed. He pulled open the drawer on a small side table and grabbed a neatly bundled length of bright yellow rope.
“Hands out in front of you,” Vittorio commanded.
Sharon sat up on her knees, holding her forearms together out in front of her naked body. She shivered with excitement as Vittorio bound her hands together. She flexed her wrists, testing the rope and the knots, but they were secure.
“Knees together.”
She squeezed her thighs together awkwardly. It was harder than Sharon would have thought to balance without the use of her hands. Vittorio used the long tails of rope to wrap her legs together, so her hands were tied just above the knot that secured her legs. She couldn’t move much, couldn’t even really wriggle. He pushed her onto her side so that she was facing the pillows, away from him. The bed sank behind Sharon as he lowered his weight onto the soft mattress. She felt his big, strong hand on her rounded cheek as he pushed her ass up and forced Sharon further onto her side. He began fingering her again from behind and Sharon had no choice but to lay there as he massaged her insides with his skilled hands.
“Beg for it,” Vittorio demanded.
“Please!” Sharon cried out with no hesitation. “Please, please, please let me feel your cock. Give it to me Vittorio, please!”
Vittorio hummed in approval as he slid his fingers out and nudged her wanting lips with his rock-hard head. Sharon cried out hungrily as he entered her, his thick shaft delightfully stretching her cunt to its limits. He wasted no time before driving himself into, ever harder and faster, taking her pussy for everything it was worth. Sharon moaned, gasped, screamed and cried, still completely unable to move, as he claimed her body. With every one of Vittorio’s deep, throaty sounds of pleasure she felt herself coming more and more undone.
“I love it,” she cried out. “I love the way your cock feels inside me!”
“Yeah you do,” Vittorio rewarded her with a rough smack across her ass. “You love this cock. This tight little cunt is the only thing I keep you for. You know that, right?”
“Yes, yes, I know,” Sharon blubbered.
Vittorio groaned as her inner walls squeezed tighter around him. He’d become so familiar with her body that he could feel she was right on the brink of orgasm and wanted nothing more than to send her over that edge. He shifted her and rolled her onto her back. He draped her bound legs over his shoulder so that she was perfectly positioned to take all of him. He drove into her harder, her sweet face contorting in animalistic delight.
“I want you to look at me when you cum,” Vittorio ordered.
Sharon met his eyes, a mixed look of shame and wanting on her sweet face. She felt his dark eyes watching her as primal pleasure built within her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer and she wanted to give Vittorio what he wanted. Her fast breaths became faster. She felt her body begin to quiver, then an overwhelming wave of ecstasy shredded through her tiny body. She kept her eyes locked with Vittorio’s for as long as she could, until the raging pleasure forced her eyes shut and she screamed.
Vittorio groaned, watching her intently as his cock began to throb. He finished right behind her, filling her slit with his cumload while Sharon spasmed and moaned beneath him.
Sharon barely felt him pull out of her through the daze of her orgasm. She lay collapsed on the bed in a heap, her limbs still gently twitching. With gentle hands, Vittorio undid the knots that held her in place. He pulled the ropes off her sore thighs and down her shaking legs, then released her hands. The skin on her forearm was angry and red. Sharon tried to rub away the achiness. He smiled as he wound the rope back up and knotted it.
“Time for bed,” Vittorio told her.
The pair climbed under the covers. Vittorio pulled Sharon into his chest again. She appreciated the caring gesture and snuggled into his warmth. He didn’t say anything to her. He almost never did whenever they slept together. But Sharon was starting to understand that, just by being this tender with her, Vittorio was saying more than he ever could have with words. His body language was louder than any caring words could ever be.
She traced a delicate finger over the complicated tattoo on his chest. The brutal lion exposed its teeth in an angry roar, its wild mane creeping up and away towards Vittorio’s shoulders. The lion fit him, Sharon thought. Fierce, masculine, regal and loyal. She traced the gleaming white of the lion’s teeth. While most of the world was used to seeing the scarier, more lion-like side of Vittorio, Sharon considered herself blessed to know him more this way: sweet, satisfied and resting.
Vittorio drifted off to sleep with the gentle rocking of the boat on the water. Sharon lay awake, thinking. She thought of the vulnerability he had shared with her in telling her about Lara, the pain in his face when he’d told her that his former lover had died. Would he really never even consider marriage again? Sharon wondered. It was such a sad thought. Whether it was her or not, Vittorio deserved to have someone caring for him throughout his life.
She thought about how hard it must be, to have to carry that sort of pain behind the tough exterior Vittorio constantly had to project. How alone he must feel much of the time. She snuggled closer to him as he slept, smiling when his arm unconsciously tightened around her.
Maybe, just maybe…, she thought. Maybe she could keep working on him. Maybe, if she continued to give him what he wanted in the bedroom, plus the rest of the affection she longed to shower him with, she could bring him around. She wondered if she could soften his edges a little, bring him back to life with her. Dare she say, love?
Worth a try, Sharon grinned at the thought as she slipped into blissful slumber.