Claimed by Magnus Romano

Chapter 2: Entangled in his sheets

Aliyah's Point of view

His lips came crashing down on mine. They were hot with need, completely taking over me.

“You're so soft,” he moaned in my ear just before his lips met the nape of my neck.

“Ugh,” I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice as I closed my eyes. Whatever he was doing, I didn't want him to stop.

He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him, wiggling his way under my blouse and cupped my boob with one hand, fumbling with it while he unbuckled my bra strap with his other free hand.

My nips were hard with desire as he played with them from behind.

“Oh …yes…oh,” I moaned.

“Look how hard you are for me,” he said just before squeezing them, “You're such a nasty girl.”

“Oh, yes Daddy,” I almost screamed.

“Call me Master, I own your body now,” he growled in my ear.

“Yes master,” I whispered, as my core pulsated in unison with my ever-rising heart rate.

“I want to wreck you right here in this bar,” he said before he let go of my bare breast and brought his hand down to my thigh while his other hand stayed on my right breast, still twisting my n****e.

He trailed his hand up my thigh and under my skirt till he was deep enough to reach my panties.

My breathing hitched immediately at the touch of his hand so close to my wet, aching core.

“You don't need this anymore,” he whispered, tugging at them. He lifted me up just enough to be able to pull them off me.

Before I knew it, my panties were in his hand, and then he tucked them into his trouser pocket. I felt a shiver in my core as air gushed at the spot.

He lifted me up and brought me down gently so I could sit on his lap and his finger was now resting on the lips of my core and I almost screamed from his touch.

“You're so wet,” he gasped as our eyes met, and he began to run his fingers in circular motions.

An electric surge went straight to my brain and I couldn't keep my eyes open. His once busy hand left my breast and held my chin, raised it up to his eye level and shaked it a little.

“Don't dare close your eyes,” he said, and I obeyed, opening my eyes to meet his dark predatory gaze.

A smirk spread across his features. “Good,” he said, kissing my neck. The circular motions became more aggressive.

“God, I want you so bad,” I gasped.

“Beg for me,” he commanded.

“Please Master, I want you so bad.” I had barely finished my sentence when his finger drove deep inside me without warning.

I yelped, and my eyes rolled back, but he shook my chin with his free hand again.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he cooed. His tempo had risen now.

“Oh God, I can't,” I begged, feeling myself reach my limit.

“I wasn't asking you to,” he drove, mercilessly now.

I felt myself reaching my climax. I was going to c*m in the middle of a bar and I didn't care.

“I'm going to...” I shuddered, barely finished with my sentence before I splashed my juices all over his trousers with a violent eruption.

My chest went up and down rapidly and my legs suddenly felt like limp noodles. I had never come that way. Bryan had never made me achieve an orgasm that thrilling.

My heart was still racing from the excitement. The handsome stranger slowly removed his finger from inside me, taking as much time as he needed to, and I could feel the coolness again in between my legs.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked all my juices off them without breaking eye contact. A satisfied glint danced in his eyes.

“You taste divine,” he said, smiling now.

There I was in the corner of an unknown bar, still sitting on the lap of the stranger that gave me the best orgasm of my life, and we hadn't even exchanged our names yet.

My sense of dignity was long gone, all I knew was that I wanted more.

I bent my head low enough for my mouth to reach his ear, still panting from the experience. “Take me out of here,” I whispered.

I watched as his eyes glistened with lust, and he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me towards the door bridal style.

He was going to wreck me and my body anticipated it with glee.

The thought of the things he would do to me flooded my mind and I moaned in his ear. I could feel him tense up, and I loved that I had that much power over him even though he didn't respond.

He obviously wasn't a man of many words.

Before long, we were in front of his hotel room, and it was only when we had reached the door that he set me down in front of him to unlock it.

I could feel his bulge through his trousers and I giggled mischievously, grinding on him as I moved my hips left to right.

He grabbed my waist just before the door clicked, and he lifted me up, rushed into the suite and threw me on the large bed. I landed on my belly with a soft thud.

He yanked me by the waist and pushed my skirt up, the breeze welcomed my bare skin.

*Slap*

His hand cut through the air and landed hard on my ass.

“Ouch!” I screeched from the pain.

“You've been such a naughty girl,” he said, “arch for me.”

His voice was cold and absolute, he wasn't asking, it was a command.

I pushed my ass high into the air and lowered my upper body as much as I could, ready for his d**k.

He grabbed my bare ass and I bit my lips with anticipation, but to my pleasant surprise, I felt his wet tongue on my core, circling and licking like an animal.

“Oh!” I moaned.

He traced his tongue up and down my core, and then he increased the tempo as my breathing turned into wails of pleasure.

I felt his finger enter me and his tongue went to work on my c**t. He continued and stuck a second finger in, fingers deep in me with two fingers now. I could feel my walls stretching.

“Yes, oh yes!” I screamed.

He stopped, and I almost yelled for him to continue when I felt his d**k slide inside me. He didn't rush it, allowing me to feel every inch of his big d**k.

“Take this d**k for me, baby girl,” he growled.

“Yes master! Oh!” I moaned as the sounds of my pleasure bounced off the walls.

I felt every inch of him stretching me out, filling me completely as a tear left my eye.

He let it sit inside, allowing me to get used to him. A loud moan left his lips.

*Slap*

His hands landed on my ass just before he went to work.

“I'm going to punish you so well,” he said, pounding me. With each thrust I felt myself going to the edge, my whole body moved forward to the middle of the bed in the rhythm of his thrust.

I grabbed and bit the sheets for support in hopes to survive the next thrust.

God, it was so much and I loved it.

Suddenly, his body tensed up. I could feel him ready to c*m, I too was already reaching my climax.

It was at this moment that his breathing began to get hoarse, it was building up.

We both screamed as we released our juices and I could feel his c*m rush inside me.

I deflated on the bed as he removed himself from inside me. My whole body ached, and my head was spinning.

He picked me up and kissed my forehead. “You were so good, Mio Fiore.”

He walked into a bathroom and dropped me in a bathtub, peeling my clothes off me just before he turned on the water.

I squinted my eyes, slowly feeling myself drift off as I was completely engulfed in his cologne. But before my world shifted into total blackness, my eyes caught a glimpse of a safe.

I hadn't noticed it before.

“What's in there?” my sentence slurred before I dozed off.