A/N:

Don't be confused my dear people. During the entirety of the scenes, Angelo would be referred to as 'Sir', because we're obviously in Elodie's head, and since that's what she's been asked to do...well, you get it.

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Angelo stroked a finger up her cheek, lingering briefly on her jaw.

Then, she felt his hands on her waist, pulling up the material of her dress. His fingers were firm, sure. By the time the hem was right under her breasts, Elodie was bare from the waist down, she jerked and started to stand upright.

"Stay in place, my little fire." His hand pressed on her back, unmoving until she resumed her position, hands braced on the bed. And then he touched her, massaging her sore buttocks, murmuring in pleasure. "You have a beautiful ass, Elodie. Just right for my hands."

His fingers slid down the crack between her cheeks, touched her folds so intimately that she gasped.

"You're wet for me already," Sir rumbled. He slid his fingers through her wetness over and over until her slit was on fire and her hips squirmed uncontrollably. But she managed to keep her hands still.

"You didn’t move. Good girl," he said, and the approval in his voice filled her with pleasure.

Elodie felt so proud of herself, and luxuriated in the warmth his praises provided.

"Turn around now." He helped her stand and smoothly pulled her dress over her head, leaving her completely naked. "Ah, you are a beautiful woman, uccellino," he said, his eyes heating as he took his time looking her over, his gaze as warm as his hands had been.

Sir really did act like she was pretty. She could listen to that all night.

His warm hands ran up her arms. "Your skin is like expensive velvet, El," Sir murmured before stroking across her collarbone.

Her nipples tightened even before he touched them and stroked them with his fingertips into aching need.

"Up on the bed now," he said, his voice deep, smooth.

He pushed her ahead of him until she reached the middle. With steady hands, he rolled her onto her back; the way he handled her so easily shocked her.

Then, he straddled her, one knee on each side of her waist. She stared up at him. His jaw was strong, darkly shadowed, and his firm lips curved a little in a smile.

He stroked her hair. "Do you trust me not to hurt you, Elodie?"

She nodded, and he waited until she whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." His eyes never leaving hers, he picked up her hand and lifted it toward the head of the bed, wrapped a soft strap around it. And then he did the other. So quickly, so easily, and then he moved to lie beside her.

When Sir's eyes left hers, she felt shock sear through her.

Elodie yanked against the straps, realizing her vulnerability. God, what had she done? She was naked, and he was… the last time he'd tied her up was memorable alright. But, it wasn't like this. "No. I don’t like this. Let me go."

"Baby, look at me.” He cupped her cheek in one big hand, forcing her to meet his dark gaze. His level, straight gaze." Trust me to take care of you, uccellino. Can you do that?"

Her panic receded a little, even more when he brushed a tender kiss across her lips, nuzzled her temple. Elodie had never met anyone who affected her like this.

She did trust him, far more than made sense. She sighed her acceptance, stopped fighting the ties, although her body stayed rigid.

As she lay there, hands tied over her head, he stood and stripped, not hurriedly, just as efficiently as he did everything, it seemed.

Oh, Angelo was as gorgeous without clothing as she'd imagined, his skin darkly tanned, tight over the muscles beneath. Her eyes dropped lower, and she flushed.

His erection was huge, thick and hard and jutting toward her, both a threat and a promise.

Following her gaze, Sir glanced down. "As you can see, I'm looking forward to burying myself in your slick pussy, feeling you all around me."

Her core clutched at his words, as if it had a mind of its own, heating and juicing for his invasion.

After covering himself with a condom, Sir joined her on the bed.

Leaning on one elbow, he caressed her cheek and teased her lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned hot. His tongue took possession, smoothly plunging in and out of her mouth.

And she felt the heat returning as he toyed with her mouth, as his fingers traced up and down her neck, stroking across the tops of her breasts.

Then his hand moved down. "You are like a Christmas present"— his voice was smooth and dark—"gifting me with such tempting pleasures. Your breasts are lovely." He lifted each one, evidently savoring the weight in his hand, running his fingers on the underside, circling each breast until the nipples contracted into hard buds, aching to be touched.

Elodie arched, trying to get closer, and he chuckled. Then, his fingers closed on her right breast, running over the tiny areola pebbles until they tightened even further.

When he drew her nipple into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue drew shudders from her as it circled the peak. His teeth closed and nipped.

Elodie gasped. The feeling was just short of pain, sending pleasure jolting down through her like an electric line to her pussy. She clenched and unclenchedher fingers as sensations flodded her.

She tried to bring her hands down, wanting to touch him, but the restraints held her tightly. She realized again that she couldn't move; she couldn't stop him from taking anything he wanted. Her breath hitched even as her excitement rose another level.

Sir moved to the other breast while his fingers kept playing with the first. He took her into his mouth, sucking hard until the nipple stood erect and a dusky red.

"Very pretty," he murmured in approval, and slid down. His mouth pressed against her stomach, nibbling and kissing until she squirmed under his touch, her heart pounding faster with every inch.

He knelt between her legs now, looking at her…her pussy.

Elodie flushed.

Why hadn't he darkened the room?

The last time they did this, she'd been blindfolded and didn't have to worry about seeing everything he did

Sex was one thing; being looked at was another. That area should be private.

Tilting his head, he ran his finger down her stomach to the top of her cleft, and she caught her breath and yanked at her bonds.

Sir eyed her, pushed her leg out a little. Feeling exposed and vulnerable before his gaze, she resisted, unable to help herself.

"I don't think you're going to obey me easily," he mused. "You're too shy."

She had a feeling she knew what was coming.

Now he'd restrain her legs.

She'd witnessed that woman being spread-eagled, legs tied toward the corners. Her breath sped up even as she tried to tell herself it would be fun. At least she knew what was coming.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. "Perhaps not the spread-eagle, then."

Reaching under the mattress, Sir pulled out a wide strap that was attached to the side of the bed. After wrapping the soft velvet-covered fabric just above her knee, he bent her leg up toward her chest, then out, and pulled the rope tight.

"Oh." Her eyes widened even as he did the same to her other leg and this time she tried to resist, but he was finished before she recovered from the shock.

Rather than her legs being straight, he'd pulled her knees up toward her stomach, and outward, tipping her pussy up in the air.

"Now you are open to me," he said, gazing straight into her eyes. He sounded so happy about that. "Open for whatever my mouth or cock wants from you."

Excruciatingly slowly, he slid his finger down between her folds, taking her wetness and spreading it. "This pretty little Figa is mine to use."

Using little Italian phrases like these should be illegal during sex. Hearing him call her pussy pretty was doing things to her.

Staring at him, Elodie shivered as her mind went blank. She was bound and more helpless than she could ever have imagined. Her legs jerked uselessly, unable to close, to move.

Her worries about what to touch, how to move… All decisions had been taken away from her; he made them all. And arousal settled like a warm hand over her whole lower half, and dampness trickled between her legs, revealing her desire to his knowing gaze.

Sir's warm hands ran up and down her legs, massaging the undersides of her restrained thighs. When he stroked the tender crease between her leg and pubis, she shivered. Her core coiled tighter. Leaning forward, he nibbled on her stomach, his breath warm against her skin.

When his fingers barely caressed her clitoris, need exploded within her. She quivered, her entire core burning almost painfully.

"Please," Elodie whispered, not really sure what she wanted.

Sir raised his head, frowning. "Who?"

"S-sir, please." She needed more, needed something so badly she ached, her insides throbbing, wanting.

"Ah, I like please." His big hands curled around her thighs, holding her as tightly as the straps, and his head dipped.

His tongue licked into her, and she cried out in surprise, the slick curl of him too quickly gone.

But then his tongue found her clit, moving over and around in teasing little flicks, so that her breath almost stopped with each tiny touch. Elodie needed to arch her hips, to press against him, and she couldn't move. She was open and immobile to his touch.

Suddenly he slid a finger between her swollen folds, and into her.

"Uh, ah!" Her insides were so sensitive, he felt huge inside her. Hot. Her legs shook, straining against the straps.

In, out, one finger, then two, and then his mouth settled on her clit. His tongue stroked, soft then hard, never the same, until every nerve in her body was waiting for the next slide of his finger, the next touch of his tongue. She panted in little hard breaths.

And then, his mouth closed over her clit, and he sucked hard even as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.

Elodie cried out her pleasure as electric spasms shot through her with the brilliance of fireworks. Her insides convulsed around his invading fingers, her hips jerking uncontrollably.

She could still hear her wails echoing in the room when she opened her eyes and realized he'd moved up to lie beside her. His gaze was steady on her face.

"Wow…" she whispered, astonished with herself at her response. Nothing had ever felt like that before, as different from her little pleasant orgasms as a tropical storm was to a cyclone.

Her hands were still restrained, and she wanted to move, touch him. She pulled at the wrist straps. "Let me go," she demanded.

He gave her a slow smile. "Soon, baby. But I find I like your hips in this position." He moved on top of her and reached down to touch her pussy. She trembled as his skillful fingers teased her clit, her labia. "You're so very open."

Sir ran his cock up and down her wetness, setting off little spasms inside her.

Staring into her eyes, he thrust slowly, firmly into her, hard and hot and thick, filling her completely. More than completely, deeper than was comfortable in this strange position.

Elodie struggled for breath, trying to escape, to move away.

His balls thudded against her butt buttocks, a tiny enjoyable jolt, as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

She was slick and hot and tight around him, which eased him in.

He felt so different from the last time he'd been in her. He was fuller. Harder. It almost hurt.

As if he could sense her discomfort at his size, and he stopped to give her time to adjust. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he leaned down to nibble on one. He couldn't get his fill of her breasts, it seemed.

Her pussy contracted around him as he sucked on one succulent nipple then the other, playing with each until her body began to stretch to accommodate him, wanting more.

Sir gave her more. Her hips were tilted forward, and he adjusted his movements so each stroke, each exquisite slide into her body, brushed against her clit. Within a minute, she was trembling under him; another minute and she moaned, low and deep, her brown eyes blind with passion.

Sir continued pumping, hard and controlled. With one hand, he released her arms from the bonds. Satisfaction filled her when she was able to grab him like a drowning swimmer.

Elodie slid her hands over his back, then her fingers dug into his biceps as he increased the pace and force of his thrusts. She rocked with each thrust, and lifted her pelvis to meet his own, accepting each brutal surge forward.

Her breathing was fast and shallow, broken with tiny whimpers, the pleasing sounds of someone in the throes of passion. It sounded as though it was coming from someone else entirely. The cries for more.

She was very close. Sir reached down and slid a finger up and over her clit.

Her scream filled the room as her snug pussy spasmed around him.

Sir let himself go, then, and each intensely satisfying jerk from his cock set her off again and again. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Pain and pleasure melding and blurring until they were indistinguishable.

Finally spent, Sir laid his forehead against hers. After sucking in a deep breath, he pushed himself up.

Elodie didn't move. Her heart was pounding so hard that her breasts shook with each beat. He released her knees, chuckled as her legs slid down, the muscles gone limp.

Rolling to the side, he stayed inside her. He snuggled her closer, soft and fragrant in his arms.

When her breathing slowed, and she wasn't spasming anymore, he asked softly, "What did you think of being tied, being opened for my pleasure?"

"I…ohhh. It's very...wow."

"Did you enjoy our little play with Vasily?" he whispered.

Elodie gulped.

His hand had been stroking her breast gently, like he enjoyed the feel of her skin, and she'd felt well cherished until he asked that questions. Did he actually expect her emotions to be as open to him as her body had just been? She buried her face against his chest rather than answer.

He pinched her nipple, a tiny pain, and her breath caught.

"Answer me, Elodie." His voice had chilled, and when she peeked up, his brows were together.

"I did, okay?" she muttered, annoyed with him in return. Her feelings were her business, not his.

"When we come together like this, you will have no secrets from me," he said, not releasing his gaze. "You will not hide your body or your mind."

Elodie shivered, feeling more exposed than when her butt had been in the air for Medvedev to see. The man couldn't take a fucking hint.

Sir's hand ran down her cheek, her neck. "You found being tied down a little scary, a lot exciting, yes?"

Eyes averted, she nodded. Why did he ask if he knew the answers?

He watched her for a moment, silently, long enough that she began to worry. Was he planning something else? What else could he do?

She shivered as her alter ego conjured up horrifying…lewd…tantalizing images.

"And now you're beginning to wonder what else can happen in this room. Tonight. Right now." His eyes held a wicked light. His mouth curved in satisfaction as her muscles tightened in apprehension and hunger.

"First, let me clean up a little," he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Chilled without him, Elodie sat up, wrapping her arms around herself. Her body was well satisfied, but her emotions… She felt very confused.

She had gotten what she wanted, right?

But was her response because of him and how good he was in bed? Or because she'd been tied up? How could she come to terms with her own behavior? That she'd actually let him bind her, and that she’d loved it?

Really, she should just call quits to the whole thing, she thought miserably even as she longed to curl back into his arms.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. Angelo wasn't someone she should be fantasizing about. He was a ticking time bomb.

Besides, how was she supposed to make him pay for hurting her when she was succumbing to the pleasures he dolled out?

When Sir came out, he shook his head. "Il mio fuoco, you're thinking and worrying again. Time to put you to work."

Work? Pleasure someone else or—

"Kneel."

A/N:

Go on your knees, baby.

Who's a good girl? I am. I am a good girl.

Been working on another chapter and I thought, why not give it all at once?

Again, we're not touching the deeper stuff (at least not here😉😉). But, I do hope you enjoyed it.

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