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wanted to hear her moan with pleasure, to hear her sigh my name as she came in clenching waves around my cock. I moved behind her, and brushed her hair forwards so it fell over one shoulder. I kissed her neck, unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to her waist.
“Step out of it, Lucia,” I ordered. She complied without a word. I unhooked her bra and smoothed her panties past her luscious hips. She turned to me unbidden, naked, and she leaned into me. “Kiss me, Antonio?” she asked softly.
I smiled at her, pleasure in my eyes. “Gladly, little thief.” We leaned into each other, and we kissed, and our bodies held each other. Finally, I pulled away. “I have one more condition,” I muttered. “If you want to play tonight.”
“Full of conditions, aren’t you?” she asked wryly. “What do you want?”
“Spend the night in my bed,” I told her. She looked at me, and her gaze was warm and direct as she smiled, and her smile was like the morning sun. “Gladly,” she replied, echoing my words, and I felt my heart thud in my chest. My little thief. She was so perfect.
***
Lucia:
My heart was beating in my chest. He took a step back and looked at me. He walked away for a second, and when he came back, he had a collar in his hands. “Will you wear it?” he asked. “Just for tonight.”
I’ll wear it for as long as you want, my mind replied, but I didn’t speak those words that revealed too much. “Yes,” I said instead.
“Kneel,” he ordered. I immediately obeyed, my head lowered.
“No, no, little thief, I want you to look in my eyes,” his voice chided. I met his eyes reluctantly. Too much was happening too fast. Antonio was suddenly important. I had never wanted to spend the night in some man’s bed, and I hadn’t done so in a very long time, but I had agreed to spend the night with Antonio.
“Lift your hair out of the way, sweetness,” he said. I did, and he buckled the collar on, and then leaned forward and kissed me.
I’d never let a man collar me before. I tried not to focus on that. It was just for the play. That was all.
There was gentleness in his eyes as he looked at me, a gentleness that was a contrast to his firm grip on my shoulders. “Sweet little thief,” he said. “Stay here for a minute.”
He walked away, and starting laying toys on the bed. Wrist cuffs. A paddle. A blindfold. I watched, and I realized I had parted my legs in arousal as he moved around. Fucking pathetic.
“Come here,” he said finally, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Lay across my lap, sweetness.”
I obeyed, and his hands stroked my ass gently. “Should I punish you for yelling at me, Lucia?” he asked, amusement in his voice. I arched my ass towards him, pleading mutely for my spanking. He chuckled softly.
“Does my sweet little thief want to be spanked?” he growled.
“Please,” I begged. I was shameless. There was no point hiding how much I wanted Antonio. This close to me, he could see my wet pussy, smell the arousal coming off me in waves. This close to Antonio, I had to be honest.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand reach for the blindfold. I moved my hair aside as Antonio efficiently covered my eyes. “Can you see?” he asked me. I shook my head.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
The next thing I felt was something rubbing against my ass. Not his hand; this was a rigid surface. A paddle? He had placed a paddle on the bed.
Whap. Whap. Two firm strokes on each of my butt cheeks. The paddle. I kicked out involuntarily, and I heard him tsk in disapproval. “Oh come on, Lucia, you know better than that,” he chided.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Give me your wrists,” he said. “Put them behind you.”
I moved my wrists behind me. Antonio caught hold of them, and held them in the small of my back. His other hand rubbed the sore spots in my ass softly. “Did it hurt, sweetness?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head. “It just
“Step out of it, Lucia,” I ordered. She complied without a word. I unhooked her bra and smoothed her panties past her luscious hips. She turned to me unbidden, naked, and she leaned into me. “Kiss me, Antonio?” she asked softly.
I smiled at her, pleasure in my eyes. “Gladly, little thief.” We leaned into each other, and we kissed, and our bodies held each other. Finally, I pulled away. “I have one more condition,” I muttered. “If you want to play tonight.”
“Full of conditions, aren’t you?” she asked wryly. “What do you want?”
“Spend the night in my bed,” I told her. She looked at me, and her gaze was warm and direct as she smiled, and her smile was like the morning sun. “Gladly,” she replied, echoing my words, and I felt my heart thud in my chest. My little thief. She was so perfect.
***
Lucia:
My heart was beating in my chest. He took a step back and looked at me. He walked away for a second, and when he came back, he had a collar in his hands. “Will you wear it?” he asked. “Just for tonight.”
I’ll wear it for as long as you want, my mind replied, but I didn’t speak those words that revealed too much. “Yes,” I said instead.
“Kneel,” he ordered. I immediately obeyed, my head lowered.
“No, no, little thief, I want you to look in my eyes,” his voice chided. I met his eyes reluctantly. Too much was happening too fast. Antonio was suddenly important. I had never wanted to spend the night in some man’s bed, and I hadn’t done so in a very long time, but I had agreed to spend the night with Antonio.
“Lift your hair out of the way, sweetness,” he said. I did, and he buckled the collar on, and then leaned forward and kissed me.
I’d never let a man collar me before. I tried not to focus on that. It was just for the play. That was all.
There was gentleness in his eyes as he looked at me, a gentleness that was a contrast to his firm grip on my shoulders. “Sweet little thief,” he said. “Stay here for a minute.”
He walked away, and starting laying toys on the bed. Wrist cuffs. A paddle. A blindfold. I watched, and I realized I had parted my legs in arousal as he moved around. Fucking pathetic.
“Come here,” he said finally, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Lay across my lap, sweetness.”
I obeyed, and his hands stroked my ass gently. “Should I punish you for yelling at me, Lucia?” he asked, amusement in his voice. I arched my ass towards him, pleading mutely for my spanking. He chuckled softly.
“Does my sweet little thief want to be spanked?” he growled.
“Please,” I begged. I was shameless. There was no point hiding how much I wanted Antonio. This close to me, he could see my wet pussy, smell the arousal coming off me in waves. This close to Antonio, I had to be honest.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand reach for the blindfold. I moved my hair aside as Antonio efficiently covered my eyes. “Can you see?” he asked me. I shook my head.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
The next thing I felt was something rubbing against my ass. Not his hand; this was a rigid surface. A paddle? He had placed a paddle on the bed.
Whap. Whap. Two firm strokes on each of my butt cheeks. The paddle. I kicked out involuntarily, and I heard him tsk in disapproval. “Oh come on, Lucia, you know better than that,” he chided.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Give me your wrists,” he said. “Put them behind you.”
I moved my wrists behind me. Antonio caught hold of them, and held them in the small of my back. His other hand rubbed the sore spots in my ass softly. “Did it hurt, sweetness?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head. “It just
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