⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter contains the following:
Bondage, light play scene, spanking, and a bit of gagging. Thread carefully if you're easily triggered, or you could just skip entirely and wait for the next chapter.
Other than that, my kinky peeps, do enjoy the masterpiece that's Angelo and his little sub.

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"Kneel."

That one word packed so much command with just enough heat to make her heat up. Mixed in with his hooded molten gaze, her insides lit up like sparklers.

Elodie blinked, saw the beginning of a frown on his face, and scrambled off the bed. Even as she dropped to her knees, her mind protested.

This wasn't her, she didn't go around kneeling for men like Angelo. Men at all. Surely this wasn't a position she should be in.

Her body didn't agree. She could feel her heart speeding up, her skin becoming more sensitive. Every little fiber on the plush rug seemed to caress her legs.

"Very good. You look so good at my feet. Your lips..." Sir stood in front of her, stroking his index finger along her bottom lip. "Take me in your mouth and suck me."

Her mouth dropped open. Vasily shouldn't come to mind at a time like this, but she couldn't help it. Sucking Vasily had proved that giving heads was pleasurable.

Would it feel the same with Angelo?

Sir asked, tapping her bottom lip until she parted her lips, and he sneaked a finger in briefly, groaning when she sucked before his retreat. "What do you say?"

He was at half-mast. "Um. Yes, Sir."

He set one finger under her chin, lifted her face. "How did it feel with Vasily? And don't bother lying to me because I saw how you acted."

"I did. But, that doesn't mean I am good at it. He controlled everything," she admitted glumly. She was no expert at oral sex. Heck, at any type of sex. Not like she had folders for comparisons stored away for a day like this.

Sir's eyes crinkled. "Why don't you take that warm, soft mouth and put it around my cock. You start, and I'll direct you as needed."

He liked her mouth. And he mostly definitely liked what he saw with Vasily, which was probably the reason he wanted this for himself.

That was enough encouragement for Elodie to grasp him in her fingers. His cock was half-hard; the mushroom head was velvety smooth as she closed her lips around it.

To her exictement, he moaned in appreciation.

Drawing courage from that, gently, she moved her mouth over his cock, feeling him harden, elongate. The little loose skin tightened around the hardness beneath, and she took her mouth away to stare. Earlier, she'd felt like he'd entered her with something huge; he had. The girth of him wasn't contained in one of her palm, that was how thick.

Chuckling, he stroked her hair again. "Continue, kitten."

At least she'd pleased him enough to get him hard. That was something, right? She slid her lips up and down, wetting him with her mouth.

"Use your tongue," he murmured. "Pretend it's my tongue on your clit. Remember how good the strokes felt. The only difference is in size."

He was talking about sizes? But, she remembered how his mouth had felt on her, how his rough tongue had licked over her, around… The memory made her wet, made her clit throb.

With growing understanding, she tongued the underside of his cock, toyed with the thick veins, then swirled around the head. Taking him fully into her mouth again, she sucked lightly the way he'd sucked on her clit. Then, she licked from his frenulum, pushing the tip of her tongue against the slit of his shaft.

His hand tightened in her hair. "Cazzo, that's perfect, Tesoro. Now use your hands too."

So, there was also the usage of hands, too?

There was a lot she didn't know. But, didn't Angelo say he'd teach her? And a good teacher, he was.

Holding his cock with one hand, she pulled her head back and glanced up at him.

Sir moved his legs apart, and his balls swayed, attracting her attention.

She was curious about how he'd react if she touched him there, to see what he'd feel.

With her free hand, Elodie slipped her palm under one, lifting, letting her fingers caress it. It was so heavy and soft. Delicate, too.

But she could tell somehow, that although he enjoyed this, she wasn't driving him crazy like he'd done to her.

She really wanted to knock him off his rockers. Leave him squirming, too. Wanted him to call out her name; head thrown back, control snapping.

Returning her attention to his cock, Elodie licked her way back up, then grasped him with both hands at the thick base.

She squeezed gently and muscles tightened in his legs.

Bingo!

She took him in her mouth again, sliding him in and out, sliding her hands up and down in counterpoint.

Sir grew harder, thicker, and her satisfaction was heady, almost as heady as the need growing between her legs, the desire to have him inside her there.

A little groan slipped past his lips as he tangled in his fingers in her hair, holding her in place.

Elodie met his gaze through blurry, unfocused eyes. "I'm going to fuck your mouth like I've always wanted. But, you have to relax your throat for me, baby. Can you do that? Blink twice for yes."

Elodie fluttered her lashes twice, hands dropping to her thighs, and relaxed her throat just as she'd been taught by Vasily.

Sir's cock slipped past her tongue so slowly until his tip brushed the back of her throat. Elodie gagged around him, eyes tearing up at the intrusion.

He paused, a hand leaving her hair to stroke her throat. "Relax," he murmured, when she gagged again. "You're doing so well, baby."

Elodie blinked, sucking deep breaths that didn't seem enough until he withdrew. Then, she took in greedy gulps of air, eyes riveted on the thin film of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"You're doing so good," he praised, stroking a hand down her hair. "I'm going in again, but remember to breathe through your nose and not your mouth. Okay?"

"Okay." She sounded so wrecked even to her own ears.

"Open up." He tapped her lips with the head of his shaft, then slid it across them as though he was applying her lipstick, holding her gaze all the while. "Your lips are so beautiful, Tesoro. You feel so good."

Then, Sir pushed past her lips, going in slowly until he was hitting the back of her throat. Elodie breathed through her nose, gagging again, but less violently this time.

He didn't wait as long as the first time before he began to thrust in and out slowly, building the tempo. Sir's fingers returned to her hair as he planted his feet wide, then began to really fuck her mouth. That was not to say she'd suddenly developed immunity to gagging, but they were now far in between.

The way the veins in his neck popped, the unfiltered and naked pleasure on his face was worth it.

Elodie let herself take it, mind drifting as little white clouds filled it, and all that kept her grounded was his hold on her..

Finally, Sir withdrew from her, and he set his hands on her shoulders. His breathing was heavier now, prove that he was affected by this like her.

"You are very good at this and only going to get better. You did so well, baby. But I'm not finished taking you yet. On the bed, Tesoro."

Elodie gave him a kitten lick with her tongue, glinted a happy smile up at him, and crawled onto the bed. Maybe it was how floaty everything felt, or just how good he was with his hands; her comfort level had increased.

Sir made his way to the armoire, returned with Velcro straps, rope and another condom.

He covered himself quickly.

As he walked back to the bed with the restraints, trepidation grew in her eyes. Elodie sat with her legs tightly closed; her quickening breath jostled her breasts.

"Give me your wrists," Sir murmured, and waited patiently through her hesitation. His fingers stroked her inner wrist when she finally acquiesced. "Good girl."

After smoothing the Velcro bindings around her wrists, he clipped them together and then slid a rope through the links. The ropes scratched her, but not enough to burn or mark her. It just made her aware of its presence.

Picking her up, he turned her and set her onto her hands and knees. "Don't move, baby," he warned, caressing her breast. Her heart thudded under his fingers, the speed increasing nicely.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses. But she could feel her increasing arousal overcoming her apprehension.

Sir paused for a moment to stroke her hair. It was long enough to wrap around his hand, and that was what he did. He tugged her head back with the silky strands, until her neck was bared to him.

Sir leaned over her to bite the nearest flesh to him, straightened, then slipped the strands over her fair skin as he pushed them over one bare shoulder.

He nibbled her nape, andd goose bumps appeared on her arms. Her body was sensitized, waiting for anything he would do.

After wrapping a wide strap around her right knee, Sir slipped her bound hands out from under her, leaving her balanced on one shoulder, her head turned to the side. Finally, he tied her hands to the knee strap.

Her ass was up in the air, displaying her assets nicely. Then, he fingered the little dimples beside her spine before setting his hands on the cheeks.

A shiver ran through her body.

Head down, butt in the air, unable to move.

Does this seem rather familiar? Elodie wondered unhappily. Her hands were between her legs, tied to the inside of her right knee.

She pulled at the restraints with no success, and the inability to move sent an unexpected tremor of need slicing through her.

Apprehension made her heart pound in her chest as she tried to see what he was doing, what he planned. Her skin, even her core, tensed, waiting for his touch.

"How'd you feel about the spanks from earlier?" Sir rubbed his hands up her spine, stroking softly.

Elodie licked her dry lips, breath hitching. "Good. I liked it, sir."

"Do you think you can take more?"

More of those hot hits that made her hot all over? The reason why they were even here at all?

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He withdrew his hands. "Do you remember what I told you say after each spank?"

Elodie nodded.

"Your words, baby. Use your words."

"Thank you, sir. Please give me more, sir."

"Good girl." He nipped the skin above the swell of her ass, then his hands left her body entirely. "Don't tense up, baby."

Elodie tried not to do so, but her mind was alive and her whole body charged. She knew what was coming, since she'd had a taste of it.

But, it still didn't prepare her for the sting that accompanied his swift slap on her right cheek.

Elodie's fingers clutched the covers. "Thank you, sir. May I please have more sir?"

"Breathe, baby."

She shook herself out of her trance and managed to relax just a little bit, and he seized the opportunity to get another smack in.

"Look at you. You seemed so innocent and angelic when I met you, but you're just a little slut, aren't you?"

"No, sir," Elodie automatically answered, something in her rebelling at his mocking, even as her body thrummed to his words.

"No?"

Elodie realized then that what she felt was proper, genuine humiliation. It fought over her mind, washed over her body, drowning it with waves of pleasures.

"I'm a good girl, sir," she told him, unable to stop the words flowing out of her mouth. "I am your good girl. I've been good so far, aren't I?"

"You're right baby," he murmured close to her ears. "You've been so good. A proper good girl."

He landed another smack, then another. Alternating between both cheeks, not hitting the same place twice, leaving little trails of fire in it's place.

"My good girl." And then his hands closed on her bottom, and Elodie gasped and shivered.

Her face was wet with tears she hadn't even knew she'd been shedding. Her body quivered as her whole mind became centered on the fire on her backside.

Sir massaged and stroked her still-tender buttocks, where pain lingered. She shook at the feel of his fingers, the pain and excitement rolling together, wetting her between her legs.

And she wanted more.

While one hand teased her butt, his other wakened her pussy, sliding into her juices.

Sir ran a gentle finger through her folds and up to play with her sensitive clit. Elodie tried to wiggle, and his hand on her butt clamped down, held her in place. "Don't move, baby."

His finger slid across her pussy, firmly, then teasing flicks, and she could feel her clit swelling.

"Your sweet little clit is just like my cock," he murmured. "Soft until stroked, and now feel how it grows harder. Bigger."

The merciless touching continued until her juices were dripping down her thighs. When his hand moved away, she moaned.

"I don't want to neglect this area." His sure fingers touched outside her opening then speared through the swollen inner labia into her slickness.

Elodie struggled for breath as the sensations spread from just her clit to her whole core. Everywhere he touched grew sensitive and burned with need.

She tightened around his fingers desperately, trying to hold him in as he slid his fingers in and out.

"More," she rasped.

He stopped, removed his hands from her.

Her whole pussy pulsed painfully and she whimpered.

"What do you call me?" he asked patiently.

"Sir. Sir, please touch me."

"Better." Suddenly his mouth was there, where his fingers had been. His slick, hot tongue flicked over her clit, teased her slit with swirling motions that set her to shuddering.

Elodie moaned, writhing against his assault, so close, so close, and then he moved away again, and she groaned, her hands closing into fists.

Sir chuckled then drove his cock deep into her in one hard surge.

Elodie shrieked as her world splintered around her, as she spasmed around his thickness, shuddering so hard her legs weakened. His hands held her in place, gripping her hips and keeping her pinned against him.

Sir felt even bigger in this position than the other, and now she squirmed, trying to escape. It felt like his cock had filled her completely, was up against her cervix, and she whimpered again, discomfort and desire mingling inside her. His skin against her heated derriere made it feel like little ants were crawling up her back, but as her walls pulsed around him while she rode the waves of her pleasure, it didn't matter.

She never knew pain could be so pleasureable.

"Shhh, just wait, baby, just wait," he murmured.

When he bent over her, his cock shifted inside, driving another gasp from her. He set one muscular arm beside her shoulder to hold himself up, and his other hand played with her breasts. He rolled her nipples gently between his rough fingers until her breasts were tight and swollen, sending carnal messages to her groin.

Elodie's hips wiggled slightly as her pussy shivered around his cock, adjusting to his size. He began to move, each slide in and out making her gasp and then moan as sensations started piling up like mountains on top of mountains.

His hand was on her breast, his lips on her back. His cock inside her was big and thick. It sank between her sensitive folds so deep that his balls slapped against her pussy and sent tiny shocks through her.

Then, he paused to wrap the strands of hair around his fist, tugging back until her head was titled back, neck straining, and the other hand settling on her waist to hold her in place.

Slow at first, he increased his speed from a sensuous slide to a hard, forceful pumping. She couldn't move; her hands were still restrained, and she could only take his assault.

The feeling of helplessness ran through her, heightening every sensation. Her legs quivered uncontrollably; her whole body shuddered as each merciless thrust sent stabs of pleasure pouring through her body. She was so close again.

Her pussy tightened around him, her hands closing into fists.

And then his fingers left her hair, and suddenly he was stroking her clit. With every thrust of his cock into her body, his finger pulsed across her tender clit, over and over.

Elodie blanked as she came harder than before, great spasms inside shaking her like a hurricane, fire streaming through her all the way to her fingertips. White hot light exploded behind her lids, and saliva poured down the sides of her opened mouth. She couldn't hold herself up, falling forward and talking him with her. The restraints bit into her body, holding her afloat as he sought his own pleasure in her body.

Sir pulled back, gripping her hips and driving into her as her womb convulsed around him.

"Amore mio, you could be the death of me," he growled, and then she could feel his cock jolt as he came hard inside of her. "Thank you, baby."

He nuzzled her neck, her shoulder, before pulling gently out of her.

She whined like a puppy from the shocking emptiness.

He disappeared for a second to dispose of the condom.

Eyes closed, she didn't see him, just felt his hands as he rolled her onto her side and released her restraints. Her body flopped about and she floated. Her whole face was a wreck of tears, snot and saliva. Sir didn't mind though.

"Come here, little one," he murmured, and pulled her on top of him like a limp blanket. He took her lips in a tender kiss then settled her head into the hollow of his shoulder, and she found nothing in her to resist. "Listen to my heartbeat baby." He stroked his hands up and down her back, murmuring sweet words to her, praising her for a job well done.

Bit by bit, Elodie became aware of her surroundings. Through the muscles covering his chest, she could hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm, nothing like her racing pulse.

His chest was damp with sweat, slick under her cheek, salty on her tongue when she gave it a lick.

Sir's hands stroked her back with shocking gentleness after he'd taken her so roughly. Her body felt abused, quivery. Wonderful.

Inside her head, she felt the same way. What was happening to her, that a man could treat her like this and she got off on it? Got so off on it that she'd screamed and lost control completely.

She never imagined that giving up control could do this.

"Being in control in bed isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially for a woman," he murmured.

She stiffened a little. He really did read minds, didn't he?

"Seems like the world expects you to have to do everything these days: care for yourselves, your families, your siblings, your jobs… Who takes care of you, Elodie?"

I do, she thought. Just me.

But being tied up couldn't be considered being taken care of, could it?

She frowned, remembering his knowledgeable hands, the way he watched her so closely, how he seemed to know exactly how to push her limits. Was that not being taken care of?

She managed to lift her head up to look at him, only to find his molten eyes studying her. And then he tangled his hands in her hair— just like that Dom on the dance floor had done to his sub—and took her mouth so sweetly, so thoroughly, it was as if she'd never been kissed before.

"Do you need water?"

Now that he mentioned it, she was parched. After she told him that, he got up to get her a bottled water from a mini fridge by the side of the bed.

Once she was hydrated, they were back to cuddling, with her resting ontop of him. He stroked a finger up the sides of her breasts, stopping once a while to toy with the sensitive nipple before stroking again.

"I think… Is it getting close to morning?" Her voice was husky, a little rough. Her aching jaw yawned wide open as lethargy pulled at her lids, drawing them down.

"It's past dawn, yes."

"I need to..." She didn't know what she needed.

"We have to leave now, though," he said. "I have to meet an acquitance today."

Ah, reality had indeed arrived.

Being back in her dress seemed to make the evening less real. The club room was quiet now with no music, no people remaining except the bartender.

He nodded at Sir and smiled at her. A nice smile, but she still flushed, knowing what she must look like.

Her lips were swollen, her face beard-scratched, her hair tangled. She must look rather well used.

After a moment, she smiled back.

Well satisfied.

A/N:

Angelo, you kinky fucker.

Omg, I had to pause and take deep breaths writing this scene because I kept falling into Elodie's head space, and kept spacing, too. 😭

BTW, I was listening to Red by Everybody Loves An Outlaw while writing this scene. It reminded me of that one scene in 365 Days where Massimo was really giving it to Laura😏

Let's have it peeps. Just how hot is this chapter compared to the rest of the smutty scenes I've written in my other books?

How'd Daddy Angie do?

And our little baby?

Do you think this would change things between them?

Your favorite part of this chapter?

Vote my dear peeps, comment and share❤️.

P.S. I planned to write just two chapters,, but surprisingly I kept going. You're welcome.