“So close. I’m so close.” She sobbed it. Chanted it. “More.” She just needed.
Her brain was gone and some part of her knew it, but it didn’t matter. Her body was going up in flames. Then he was inside her, a brutal, shocking invasion, one she welcomed. The cry turned to another sobbing demand. “More.” He had to move. He had to be as out of control as she was.
His fingers tightened on her hips and then he was driving into her, over and over. His ferocious thrusts jolted her breasts, sending them swaying and bouncing. The sapphires danced with the heavier chain, tugging and pulling, pinching the way his fingers tugged and pulled. The nerve endings on her reddened bottom sent heat flaring through her. There wasn’t a place on her body that wasn’t his.
“More.” He was taking her to a place she hadn’t known existed and she wanted to go there with him. She needed to.
One hand slid up her back, caught her around the throat and tilted her head back. That arched her back even more, increasing the fire streaking through her nipples to her core. Her body tightened around his cock.
“No. Breathe through it. It will be worth it, I promise,” he said. “Don’t let go yet.”
She tried to breathe. His palm, curled around her throat, restricted her air somewhat. She didn’t care, she loved that her head was pulled back and her breasts were on fire. It was a good fire. It was pleasure beyond her imaginings. She fought off her orgasm, concentrating on making it every bit as pleasurable for him. Thinking only of him. What he wanted. What he needed.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “That’s my girl. So beautiful.”
She felt like molten lava. She hoped it felt that way to him. She tightened her inner muscles, tried to strangle him with her sheath. She could count his wild heartbeats right through his cock. He was stretching her, growing wider and longer as he pistoned into her. So deep. So much a part of her. Swelling. Pushing at her inner walls. His cock was hot steel, scorching her, branding her.
“Giovanni!” She wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
“Now, baby.” He smacked her buttocks again as he slammed his cock deep. Hard. Jolting her body. Her breasts jolted, too, gems tugging while the clamps pinched tighter. Heat radiated outward, seemed to encompass her entire body. She couldn’t catch her breath, feeling dizzy and on fire. Then she was exploding, fragmenting, rocketing out to space. It went on and on, long vicious but luscious waves that kept her gasping and shuddering—that kept her body clamped down on his, milking every drop of his seed from him.
She eventually collapsed, and the burst of fire as her nipples dragged over the mattress triggered another massive tsunami. His cock was still hard and very sensitive. The scorching wave of liquid honey bathing him made him shudder right along with her. He collapsed over top of her, adding his weight, crushing her, but she didn’t care. Her body still pulsed and throbbed, as the aftershocks shook her. She floated somewhere, maybe with the stars, they seemed to be all around her. Giovanni threaded his fingers through hers and they lay like that for a long while.
He moved first, rolling off her and gently turning her over. “Stay still, baby,” he said, his fingers at the clamp on her left nipple. He took it off and pain rushed through her, a thousand needles, each one hotter than a flame. She cried out and he latched on, his mouth engulfing her, sucking gently, his tongue lashing occasionally so that deep in her core her muscles spasmed in delicious reaction. He kissed her breast, and then his fingers were on the other clamp.
Sasha held her breath. He leaned down and bit the side of her neck. “Breathe, baby.”
She forced air through her lungs, and he removed the clamp. The blood surged in and a thousand matches flared against her tender nipple. His mouth took that sting, too. He spent time on her breasts, each strong pull of his mouth or flick of his tongue on her nipples sending another spasm through her sex.
“Can you sit up?”
She did so reluctantly. She was tired and sated, although his cock was still semihard. She couldn’t believe he could still need more. She pushed into a sitting position.
Giovanni took ice into the palm of his hands and held it over her nipples. “Did you like the clamps?”
She had. She was fairly certain she could have come just from the clamps alone. She nodded. “They’re beautiful and they make me feel sexy. I like the pinch. It feels like your fingers on me. I think I could get addicted to them.”
“I like the way you respond in them, but I don’t want you too sore.”
“Sore can be good. It reminds me of being with you whenever I move. I like that.”
His smile told her he liked that as well. “You wanted answers regarding my family, Sasha. I want to give them to you, but you’re going to need an open mind. I want you to think about what I tell you before you react.”
She couldn’t think. She was still a little dizzy and she wanted a clear head when he talked to her about his family. The way his hands were moving on her breasts, swirling the ice around, making little patterns, and as it melted following the drips with the pads of his fingers, was distracting. Still, she didn’t want him to stop. She liked looking at his erection. He was impressive, and thick. Even resting he was thick. Unbidden, she thought about taking him in her mouth. How would she make all of him fit? She wanted to be able to take all of him.
“Baby, are you going to pay attention?”
She nodded her head and pulled her gaze back up to his. He was looking at her breasts, stroking his fingers over her nipples gently, as if to take away any lingering ache. Instead, he was producing an ache. It was deep inside her core, small, but persistent. Pulsing there.
“Sometimes, there are people—criminals—who get away with their crimes. For some reason, they’re able to fall through the cracks, or a jury finds them not guilty when in fact they are. Oftentimes they are powerful individuals, men or women who buy or threaten their way out of trouble. The crimes can be petty or they can be serious, anything from rape to murder. When our justice system has failed, that’s where our family comes in.”
His hand moved down her rib cage to drop to her thigh. She was acutely aware of the heat. His palm seemed to burn right through her skin. She needed to focus on his words, not his hands. Again, she couldn’t summon up the strength to tell him not to touch her. She wanted his touch. She loved the way he stroked and caressed her skin as if she meant something to him. As if he couldn’t stop any more than she could stop him.
“How would someone know to contact you, and how do you keep the police from coming after your family, if you’re the ones to carry out justice when no one else will? That has to be done by illegal means.” She knew it would have to be. More than just intellectually knowing, it was the blatant aura of danger and mystery surrounding his family that gave them away.
“Anyone can make an appeal for a meeting, and all meetings are conducted in person.”
“That’s risky, Giovanni. You could have a cop or FBI agent investigating your family.”
“Ssh, baby.” His hand slipped around to her inner thigh. “Let me tell you how it works and then you can give me any objections.”
She nodded, since the hand caressing the inside of her thigh distracted her from being able to breathe, let alone speak.