CHAPTER 16: ONYX
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AMADEO
The car barely comes to a stop and I’m opening my door. The light click-clack of her heels echoing on the marble-tiled floor is the only sound we make all the way to the elevator.
Before the doors even close, I’ve pushed her front up against the wall to unzip her dress. Her bra and panties fly off seconds later along with my shirt and jacket, leaving a trail of our discarded clothes up to my room.
We make it as far as my wooden doors before I pin her up against them. She throws her head back and squeals as I latch on her breast and suckle her n****e. I bite down hard on the stiffening tip, harder than I usually would, and she gasps, straining her body against mine for more.
“Tu me perteneces (you belong to me),” I murmur in the valley between her breasts.
Valentina is mine in a way that nothing has ever been, and I’m ready to show her exactly what that means.
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VALENTINA
Amadeo walks out of his closet with a black duffle bag, and his pants unbuckled, hanging dangerously low on his hips. His heated gaze makes my body feel like a live wire.
He's my idea of perfection and he chose me. Isn't that what he said in the elevator in Spanish? That I belonged to him? I couldn’t deny it any longer.
“Pick some jewels to play with,” he gestures to the pile, and my stomach does an acrobatic routine worthy of an Olympic gymnast.
Naked, I sit up on the side of the bed and cross my legs, trying to appear calm and casual until he pulls out leather cuffs and what looks like a matching harness. Uncontrollable heat spreads from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes.
“These are full-grain leather, made to prevent chafing or discomfort from tugging and sweating.”
I pick them up and weigh them in my palms quickly, then hand them to him, offering my wrists. The hunger in his eyes is unmistakable. He secures the cuffs but doesn’t attach them to the bed or together. They’re light and surprisingly comfortable, and I roll and curl my wrists a few times while watching him remove his pants.
“You need a safe word. One you can use to immediately stop whatever we’re doing in case things become too intense.”
I admire his body with his muscles taut as ever and his thick member curving slightly upwards ready for me—my mouth waters.
“Are you listening?” he smirks knowingly. There’s no way my face can feel any hotter right now. “Choose a word.”
I look around the room at its predominantly black furniture. “Onyx,” I respond, confident in my choice, and he pounces.
His mouth is on mine in seconds. Pushing me backward into the sheets, he settles on top of me. His stubble scrapes along my sensitive skin perfectly, and my n*****s harden. It feels too good to be pressed down into the mattress by his weight. His warm c**k repeatedly brushes over my spasming entrance, and his low grunts in my ear make me weak.
“I want you to make a mess on these sheets,” he groans, continuing to rut against me.
My hips meet his every move, and I thread my fingers through his hair, nearly pulling it out at the root as the promise of ecstasy gets closer and closer. He snarls and pins my hands to the sheets above my head. His movements against me become even rougher, if possible.
The sound of the clips attaching to the slats on the headboard seconds later, along with the smell of the leather, somehow heightens my arousal. It’s only when he pulls away from me, the predatory gleam back in his eyes, that I realize how completely at his mercy I am like this with my hands fastened over my head, and my core throbs.
His eyes don’t leave me. Not when he grabs the condom, not even when he rips the package open and rolls it on. My heart beats erratically when he settles between my legs. I open them wider, giving him more space, but instead of entering me, his eyes wander up and down my body lazily.
“You’re so beautiful.” My body tingles from his admiration. “I could stare at you forever.”
Feeling emboldened, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him towards me and arch into him. “Wouldn’t you rather fvck me?”
His skin starts to change before my eyes. Shimmery black scales appear and disappear on his face and his arms.
“Are you sure that is what you want, Valentina? Because there’s no going back after this.” His voice is deep and strained, and I know he’s fighting a shift. My heart melts. This beast of a man, who could easily take what he wants and dominate me, is checking in with me right up until the last moment.
“Yes, Sir.” I love his reaction to me calling him that. I’ll use it over and over again if that’s what he wants.
He lifts my leg and bites the inside just above my knee in response, and it stings. His teeth grate on my skin, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain. Something I like but have always been unsure of how to ask for. I try to move closer, urging him to continue.
Pressing himself against my opening, he surges forward, filling me to the hilt. I gasp at the unexpected fullness, and my body curls into him only to be stopped by the restraints. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, but the muscles in his neck are tight, and his jaw ticks. He’s fighting the urge to move, to give me time to adjust. His rough hands roam my body until finally, I lift my hips.
At the movement, he flashes his perfect dimples and thrusts into me. I can tell he’s trying to go slowly initially, but we’ve been teasing each other for too long, and his thrusts are more forceful within seconds. Heat spirals through me with every plunge of my walls, and I moan a bit louder each time.
“That’s it,” his words are jerky. “You’re getting the hang of this.” His head dips to my breasts, and he laps at them, sucking and biting to his heart’s content. “You promised me everything,” he growls. “Don’t hold back now.”
He lifts both of my legs in the air, and his hands grip the back of my thighs, folding my legs into my chest. He plows into me with wild abandon then, and the angle causes a gush of my juices to flow, coating us.
“Deo,” I sob, and he takes my mouth in a hard kiss.
The pleasure builds and builds between us. Gruff words in Spanish tumble out of his mouth. They’re low, and I cannot make all of them out, but it’s so sexy and takes me straight to the edge.
“Don’t come yet,” he growls, digging his nails into my thighs.
“W-what?”
He continues to thrust brutally inside of me, and I can’t breathe. I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles because I can't possibly hold it in, and his eyes roll back.
“Valentina.” He chants my name over and over.
And it’s too much. What he’s doing to me is too much.
Too much stimulation.
Too much heat.
Too much everything.
“I can’t!” I beg. “Please, Deo!”
“You. Will. Not. Come.” He orders. Each word is punctuated by his body slamming into mine and the bed creaking.
I need him to stop, but never stop at the same time.
His palms flatten above the headboard as he rams into me hard and fast. Pumping hard enough to hurt deliciously, maddeningly. If my hands were free, I’d be clawing at him. I thrash my head from side to side, mewling and desperate as the pressure continues to coil inside of me. My body starts quaking, bending and curling from the overload to my senses.
“Fvck, you’re done,” he groans. "Come for me, mi cielo.”
And I let go.
Bright white sparks flash behind my eyelids, and a low cry escapes me as I surrender to the bliss, shuddering against his restraints. He moans while my walls continue spasming and gripping him, and I know from how his strokes become more frenzied that he’s seconds away from joining me in seventh heaven.
He pulls out and removes the condom quickly, stroking himself twice, and then he stills. Head thrown back, his climax roars out of him. Amadeo, with his face flushed, chest heaving, and all of his muscles flexing has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He rubs his c*m in my stomach, smearing his essence and scent all over me, working it in like lotion, and my body burns with the implication. When he’s finished, he crawls over me, unclips the cuffs, and slips his lips over mine. The kiss is slow and deliciously sweet. I wrap my arms around his waist, deepening the kiss while clinging to him.
“You did so well, Valentina. So well,” he murmurs against my lips, running his fingers through my hair.
Warmth spreads throughout my chest, and my heart soars. I want nothing more at this moment than to continue to please him, so when I feel him against my stomach thick and hard again, I rock against him, and he hisses.
“How are your wrists?” He asks, then nips my earlobe and tugs on it with his teeth.
“They’re good.”
“Do you want to get a drink?" He lifts his head and leans on his forearms. "I have water and I had Inés stock the mini-fridge with some Coca-Cola while we were gone.”
I shake my head and smile. I'm sure she was thrilled about that.
He slips the harness over my legs, and settles the few straps around my upper thighs and hips. My core starts pulsing with need once more as he adjusts the straps.
“Flip over.” He pats my hip.
I turn on my stomach, and he removes the pillow from under my head, so I’m laying flat with my head to the side. He moves my hair out of the way and begins kissing his way down my body, starting at the top of my spine all the way down, stopping at the straps right above my butt. I can hear him remove the packaging of another condom, so I’m not expecting his tongue when he spreads my cheeks and licks from my slit to my crack.
No one has ever done that. Licked me there.
He grabs my wrists and attaches the clasps to the harness before I can even consider how it felt. He palms my cheeks and then runs his tongue across all of me again and again, and I squirm, unable to do anything else. The lube is even more unexpected and cold. With his c**k, he rubs the liquid over my folds and then slips in smoothly, and I moan, welcoming the way he fills me up perfectly. I can feel the entire length of him. His chest, arms, legs, and even his breath. Everything.
“Cross your ankles,” he commands, and when I do, I gasp at the snugness. Each stroke is so deep and tight, creating toe-curling friction.
He moves into a push-up, and places one hand behind my neck, pressing me down on the mattress. If I thought I couldn’t do much on my back, this position allows me even less movement with my hands at my sides, but I’m not just going to lie here. No one likes that. I can only move my hands enough to spread my cheeks for him the way he did before, so that’s what I do. Then I lift my hips, giving him easier access.
“Fvck, that’s so sexy. Keep your hands there just like that.” His thumb smears the remaining lube over my dark hole, and I flinch. “Has anyone been here?” he asks, sitting back, but still sheathed completely inside of me.
“No, but-“
He chuckles, and even though I can’t see his face, I know his smile is full of dirty promises. He continues to move inside of me with steady strokes while his thumb presses against the puckered skin. “I won’t take your ass tonight, Valentina, but I will have it soon. It’s mine and I want to get it ready.”
My walls clench around him at those words, and he sticks the tip of his thumb in and picks up the pace of his thrusts. It feels surprisingly good but very naughty and definitely forbidden.
“Nadie te lo va a tocar como yo, (No one will touch you like I do),” he vows. “No one. Say it.”
“No one, Deo.”
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A/N
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's taken me a surprisingly long time to get it the way I like. Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you all. Please leave me feedback. It lets me know how I'm doing! xoxo
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