Chapter 82

CESARE

Rosalind tugs my shaft, jerking me forward with a surprised grunt. I brace the edges of the stone table with both hands, trying not to crush her smaller body. She pumps my cock like it owes her money, her eyes burning with challenge.

Water cascades down on our heads, making her look like a goddess. I would fall on my knees and worship her temple, but she just threatened to tear off my dick.

"Feeling brave, pet?" I growl.

"Stop calling me that." Her fingers tighten into a grip that has me standing on tiptoes.

"Or what?" I thrust into her clenched fist, pushing back against her control.

This is a dangerous game. I doubt my little assassin has the raw strength to carry out her threat, but she could cause a penile fracture.

"Or edge to the brink of sanity," she replies.

"I'd like to see you try."

She sits up, shoving me backward until my hamstrings hit the second bench. Before I can regain my balance, she climbs on top of me. Her limbs wrap around my neck and waist in a death grip that would make a lesser man shoot his load.

No woman has ever taken the reins like this, but I knew Rosalind was special the first time I had to wrestle her into submission. She reaches down, holding my cock steady, and lowers her wet pussy onto my crown.

Her movements are slow, and eyes never leave mine as she takes me in, inch by agonizing inch. My cock swells within her tight, wet heat, needing some precious friction. I grab her hips to guide her movements, but her teeth clamp down on my lip with a sharp sting.

"No. I'm in control."

"Fuck," I groan. "Then move."

Once my shaft is fully sheathed in her sweet cunt, she rocks her hips in a gentle rhythm that has my toes curling.

"Come on, pet," I growl. "You're strong enough to ride me until my knees buckle."

"That's not the point."

"Shit."

"You edged me for days."

"Hours," I say.

"It felt like a lot longer." Her inner muscles tighten around my shaft. "You're not even close to coming, yet you can't take being teased for a few seconds."

My eyes narrow at her rebuke, but I don't reply because she's right. I rigged up the vibrating chastity belt to keep building her to the edge, never allowing her any release.

"I'm sorry," I murmur.

"Tell me that again after an hour."

My eyes squeeze shut, and I grit my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. Having her tight cunt muscles squeeze my cock is the sweetest form of torture.

"Look at me when I'm edging you," she snaps.

Opening my eyes, I stare into her hazel irises that burn like twin orbs of fire. Her long, dark hair lies flat against her face, accentuating her high cheekbones and plump lips.

My breath quickens. It hurts to look at her when she's this beautiful and wrapped around my cock.

"Don't you dare come," she growls, her finger closing in around my nipple and squeezing tight.

"Bitch," I snarl.

She laughs, like I'm the plaything and she's the one in control. "You should see yourself, trying so hard not to come apart." She punctuates that statement with a squeeze of her cunt muscles. "I love seeing you agonized and desperate."

"Declaring your love so soon, pet?" I say through clenched teeth.

"You'll have to work harder than that to even get me to like you," she replies, giving my nipple another painful twist. "But I love seeing you squirm."

"Vixen."

I rock my hips back and forth, trying to create a little friction, but that earns me a slap so hard that my head snaps to the side.

My cock, the confused idiot, jumps at the sting. I clench my teeth and growl.

"No moving," she snaps.

Warm water cascades down her alabaster skin, pooling in her collarbones before coursing down her perfect breasts. Her erect nipples rub against my chest, infusing my veins with molten fire.

Her heated gaze burns into mine and her plum-colored lips curve into a triumphant smirk. She's a predator watching her prey squirming within her trap.

My hips twitch with the need to thrust, but I know better than to break her rules. Not if I ever want to climax again within her tight heat.

Why the fuck do I like seeing her above me, glowing with so much power?

"We don't have all evening," I say with a groan. "Your raw chef is waiting in the galley."

She rolls her eyes. "Nice try, but you still don't get to come."

"Rosalind," I growl.

"Oh, I'm Rosalind, now?" she asks, her voice giddy with amusement. "What happened to vixen? Or pet?"

Frustration builds up around my balls, making me bow my head and groan. This isn't how I pictured things when I started training her to be my plaything. I wanted her jumping on my cock, not this endless tease and denial.

"Bad girl." I give her ass a playful spank, making her pussy muscles spasm around my shaft.

Interesting.

Rosalind's eyes widen. "Don't you dare."

I spank her again, this time earning myself a pretty gasp. She jerks against me, her cunt clenching so tightly around me my knees buckle.

"Fuck," I groan. "Looks like I've found a loophole."

She reaches down, her fingers wrapping around my balls in an unspoken threat. "Try it again, and you'll be screaming falsetto."

My cock jumps at the prospect of getting more of her attention. I bare my teeth, my palms rising in surrender. "Truce?"

"What kind?" she asks.

"Where you let me pound you against the wall and give you that third orgasm."

"And what do you get in return?" Her nails scrape over my chest, making me suck chin a sharp breath.

"The pleasure of watching you come undone. Feeling those sweet walls ripple around my shaft, and hearing you cry out my name."

When she shivers, I know her resolve to make me suffer is weakening. Her nails dig deeper into my chest, leaving crimson lines of pain that make my cock throb.

"That's not what I call a hard bargain," she says, her lips curling into a smile.

"Trust me, love. It doesn't get any harder than this."

She throws her head back, releasing peals of laughter that make my heart soar. This is the first time I've ever made her happy without acting as a mother-daughter go-between. The first time she's taken my cock that wasn't a way to derail my thoughts.

It's hard to believe that only hours have passed since she escaped a fate worse than death. How many people could have Rosalind's level of resilience? I can count them on one hand.

"How about a challenge?"

My brows rise. "I'm listening."

"You slip your fingers between us and rub my clit. If you can get my pussy to clench around you hard enough to trigger your own orgasm, then you get to come."

"And if I don't?" I ask.

"Then you spend the rest of the evening unsatisfied," she replies, her eyes glinting.

My nostrils flare. If these games of dominance are what it takes to take her mind off nearly getting mutilated to death by that doctor, then I'll play along.

It's the least I can do to help my vicious little pet.