The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 10

A part of me did expect Rocco to follow me when I left the car, but he just left without caring about following me and explaining even more, and that tells so much about that man. He doesn't really care about me, as opposed to what he was saying about my safety, the reason why we went to the party with him, and his announcement about me becoming the future of whatever. I don't even know how I became involved with him aside from the s*x contract I signed with him. I mean, we never met until our contract, so everything isn't really adding up.

I just got a message from Nail that Rocco is in the room already. I don't know how to face him, let alone do what we agreed on; I'm annoyed and confused. At the door, I look at what I'm wearing: it's a silk fitted dress that highlights the shape of my body, and I have nothing underneath the dress. I exhale and try to forget we ever went to the party. I don't want anything to hold me back this time. Reaching for the doorknob, I open the door, and I immediately feel his presence in a corner. He has a powerful presence that can't easily be ignored, but I don't make eye contact yet and just focus my attention ahead as I make my way to the bed and sit on the edge, crossing my legs and feeling the bareness of my s*x. The room is the same as the last time: it's dim and cold, and it smells of roses.

When I see movement in a corner, I feign I didn't see he was there and flash him a smile before I stand up and meet him halfway in the middle of the room. His intense green eyes never leave mine, and though he still has a mask on, I can tell he's impressed at what I'm showing so far. He's wearing fitted black pants and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked into the pants.

I place a hand across his chest and lean in before I whisper, “You have a strong chest. I wonder if your tongue can be as strong down between my legs.” He hasn't shown any reaction to what I said, but I'm not giving up. My hand travels from his chest down to his hardened stomach, and I stop just above his pants before I slip my hand into his shirt and feel the warmth of his body which sends bolts of electricity through my s*x. I bite the lower of my lip before I push him. I see him raise a brow but he just lets me push him until his back reaches the wall in a corner. He's letting me be in control.

“You love it when I'm in control, don't you?” I ask, my voice seductive as I hold his hand and bring it between my legs to let him feel my bareness and wetness. I let in a breath and let a moan escape between my lips when his hand touches my s*x and his finger rubs the crack.

“Now, do you love it more when I'm in control?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I flash him a smile before I unbutton his shirt, and he stops rubbing me as I pull his shirt over his head. He takes his hand off my legs and brings it to my lips, and I stick my tongue out and lick it willingly. He reaches at his back before he shows me a black blindfold.

I look at it before I smile at him, showing my eagerness and willingness to do what he's planning to do.

“Do not take it off unless I tell you so,” he orders.

I nod, cupping the rock-solid outline beneath his pants before I turn around and saunter toward the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rocco makes his way in my direction and stops right before me, and I wait in anticipation as he brings the blindfold across my eyes and ties it gently behind my back. For a second, the feeling of being unable to see anything scares me, but that fear disappears when I hear him say, “Relax, Valeria.”

“Take off your dress and climb to the bed,” he instructs. I pull my dress over my head and throw it on the floor. I hear him curse underneath his breath, which tells me he likes what he's seeing, which gives me the confidence to play with my n*****s with my fingers and gently knead my plump breasts afterward. I don't know what he's doing, as I literally can only see darkness, but it's adding to the excitement. I hear something fall to the ground, which might be his pants and belt, before a finger caresses my face.

“I'll have no mercy today, Valeria,” he declares as his finger journeys from my cheek down to the hollow of my neck, then to the space between my boobs before it circles around.

“Take your hands off and bring them to your back.” I do as I'm told. He spreads my legs apart and takes my feet to the edge of the bed before I feel him lower himself in front of me. Hands on my waist, a moan escapes my lips, and shivers run through my skin when I feel his lips suck on my n****e. Arching my back, I stifle a moan and curse at the way his mouth plays and wanders around my breasts, and my body shakes in any direction as he goes between my legs and inserts a finger.

“Like it?” He dares to ask.

And I respond truthfully, my voice shaking, “Y-yes.”

He adds speed to his finger in my s*x, and his lips don't leave my n*****s, and I think I might go unhinged. Moans engulf the room along with the sound of his finger speedily going in and out of my s*x and his lips devouring my boobs. It is a thousand times better than the last time, and I don't want him to stop. Seconds later, I feel something build up in the lower part of my stomach: I might pee. However, before I can inform him, he buries his head between my legs, and I cave in, convulsing as fluid comes out of me, but Rocco doesn't stop. He keeps his head buried until there's nothing left from what I released.

My chest heaving up and down, I'm catching my breath. The room feels hot all of a sudden, and I'm covered with perspiration. Only when I no longer feel wet down my s*x does Rocco let go of it. A smile on my lips as my back collapses on the bed.

“That's... amazing,” I say between breaths, my eyes on the ceiling even though I can't see anything.

“Is it? But we have just started, Valeria.”

Before I have the opportunity to respond, he climbs on top of me, pulls my body to the middle of the bed, and rolls my body over so that my back faces him. I haven't moved on from earlier when he suddenly sucks on my toes. I try looking over my shoulder, and I realize I'm blindfolded. He stops before he holds my foot and makes contact with his hard-on. Making a space between my toes, he thrusts in and out before he brings my toes to his mouth and sucks on them again. A moment later, he rolls me on my back, his body between my legs and the head of his d**k poking the entrance of my s*x.

I curl my toes and arch my back when I feel his breath in the hollow of my neck before his mouth makes contact with my skin, kissing it hard and sucking on it. I can also feel his nose brushing against my skin and... wait. I wrinkle my forehead when I realize something. Did he remove his mask? I bring my hand to his face, and I'm surprised to feel his bare and smooth face against my hand.

“You removed your mask,” I mutter in realization, stopping him from what he's doing. I have the urge to remove my blindfold so that I can see his face.

“That's the reason why you're blindfolded, Valeria,” he answers before continuing what he's doing as if it's not a big deal, but it bothers me for some reason and at the same time excites my body. I bring my hand back on his solid back and wrap my legs around his waist, savoring the feeling of his mouth against my neck and the head of his shaft pleading to thrust deep into me. His mouth moves from the hollow of my neck to my chin, then to my lips. I quickly open my mouth, allowing him access to my tongue, his lips soft and gentle and sensual and playful. I feel his hand between our bodies, and without warning, he pounds into me, which elicits a cry from my lips. The sudden entry of his massive shaft catches me off guard.

He quickly consoles me with his lips, easing the pain.

“I'm sorry,” he mutters before thrusting into me again, though more gently and slowly. He pushes into me one more time, my eyes going to the back of my head, and I hiss in pain and pleasure.

“S-so good and big.”

“Yeah?” he responds and plunges into me again, and I cry, smiling and cursing. He takes his body off me, holds my waist with his hands, and positions himself before he drives his way into me, filling me back and forth, and thrusts one swift motion after another, his head hitting the inside of my stomach, and all I can do is grip the sheet beside me for support as my cries, his grunts and groans, and the creaking of the bed envelop the room. Before long, I'm rolled over onto my stomach, my hands at my back in his grip as he continues to drive into me, fast and without mercy, as he declared earlier, being true to his words. I feel his pace speed up, and with one last thrust, he fills me up with his seed.