Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (24 page)

Across the room was a door-sized frame with eye hooks all around it. “Go and stand inside that frame.” She hustled across the room and stood in obedience. Vic found two pairs of cuffs and several lengths of rope in the chest and cuffed her wrists, clipping their straps to the eye hooks in the top of the frame so that they were straight over her head. He pulled the thong she was wearing down to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. She was shaved, and he could see the lips of her pussy, engorged and glistening, ready for whatever he had in mind, and he had plenty in mind. “Legs apart. More. More. Farther. That’s perfect.” He cuffed her ankles and fastened the cuffs to the sides of the frame. She was open and stretched as wide as possible.

Reaching in another drawer, he pulled out a pair of clover clamps with a chain between them. Vic took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, then worked it with his teeth and lips. When it was firm, he twisted and pulled it with his fingers until it was even bigger, then opened the clamp and put it on. She stifled a scream. After performing the same technique on the other nipple and clamping it, he looked at her. “
Piacevole
.” He saw her fingers make her sign, and he said, “Permission to speak granted.”

“Sir, may I have permission to moan and cry out?” she asked.

“No, you may not. You have not had enough play to warrant that. If this is all it takes for you to make that request, I doubt that you can take what I have in store for you. Is that the case?”

“No sir! I want it, sir! Please!”

“Very well.” He tugged on the chain – hard – and she grimaced.
She’s not going to make it,
he thought, so he changed his plans. Intending to lash her with a crop, he decided to go for something she’d enjoy far more that would still be difficult for her.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her slit with his fingers. Inside, she was pink and creamy, her juices thick and sweet-smelling, and the intoxicating view made him a little lightheaded. He leaned in and ran his tongue from the opening of her pussy to her clit, and she jerked. She tasted tart and salty and, oddly, smelled like cotton candy, and he closed his eyes and drew his tongue in circles around her clit while he wrapped his arms around her thighs. While he lapped at her, he pinched the insides of her thighs, and she wriggled in a satisfying ripple.

When her wriggling was a little more rhythmic, he stood and leaned his mouth to her ear, running his tongue around the ridges. When she started to lean into his face, he slipped his fingers into her pussy and heard her draw in her breath. He pumped with two, then three, and felt her tightness; this would be good. Drawing his fingers out of her, he ran them up her slit and began a slow dragging of his finger around her clit in a circular motion. Her hips bucked, and he speeded up a little.

Looking up, he saw her make her hand signal. “Permission to speak,” he growled into her ear.

“Sir, please,” she begged in a breathless moan, “permission to moan?”

“Permission granted,” Vic smiled into her hair. She moaned as he continued to stroke her, her hips bucking solidly, and he pressed his iron cock into her belly. With his full length against her flesh, she cried out and shook, then resumed her bucking against him. “You are fine, so fine. I’m going to enjoy fucking you so much,
ragazza bella
,” he told her, tormenting her with the promise. She moaned even louder, and he felt her stomach muscles tightening against his rigidness. “You will not come until I give you permission, do you understand?” She nodded and groaned.

He kept up his determined stroking and she moaned and whimpered louder, a pitiable sound. As her stomach muscles hardened even more, he reminded her again, “You will not come until I give you permission.” She cried out, and he increased the speed of his strokes, but his gaze was cautious. It was obvious that she was headed deep and fast into subspace, fighting to keep her orgasm at bay, and he continued to stroke faster and with more pressure, watching her strain and gasp, shaking all over and breaking out into a sweat. She looked like she might pass out, and Vic decided she’d had enough. “You have my permission to come whenever you . . .”

Before he could finish, she shuddered and screamed out, her whole body convulsing, then stiffening. He watched her breasts bounce as the orgasm ripped through every muscle, her head back and eyes rolling. As his finger continued her torment, he took in the sight of her losing control, and he stopped stroking her clit and ran a hand down the side of her face and around her neck. He gave her a light kiss, and she returned the kiss with one of her own, consuming his mouth like a fish grabbing a worm. He almost laughed out loud.
This is what I get for messing with a twenty-something!
He broke away from her and undid her ankle restraints, then undid the wrist cuffs, and she fell forward, wrapping her arms around his neck to stay upright. Vic picked her up in one sweeping motion and took her to the bed.

“Spread your legs. Wide. Open yourself up to me.” When she didn’t respond, he slapped the inside of her thigh and her legs shot outward.
Well, okay!,
he thought,
I guess you
do
mean business!
Picking up the spreader bar he’d pulled out earlier, he fastened a cuff around each ankle and snapped them onto the bar, then adjusted it out as far as he could. He took a look at her nipples; they looked okay, not swollen or too red, so he left the clamps on, then reached up and yanked the chain. It caught her off guard, and she shrieked. “I do not recall giving you permission to speak or moan.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I thought it carried over from before. I’ll do better, sir,” she said, breathless.

“See that you do. Am I performing to your satisfaction,
ragazza
? Speak.”

“Oh, yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Vic reached into the cabinet next to the bed, found a pair of leather cuffs, and in seconds had her hands secured to the headboard, then tied each end of the spreader bar to the headboard and tightened it until her legs were tipped toward the headboard, her back bowed. “You will hold your orgasm until I give you permission to come.” He buried his mouth in her slit, and he could tell she was working to keep quiet. Sucking her rosy bud into his mouth, he could feel it harden and lengthen, and he worked it like a tiny cock, sucking and running his tongue around it over and over. It was all she could do to keep quiet, and he felt sorry for her. “Little girl, you have my permission to moan, groan, cry out, whatever will make you most comfortable and your misery most bearable.” He knew if she could endure the physical aspect, the psychological bend would break her down.

She began to cry out, but her cries turned to breathing that sounded for all the world like she was in a Lamaze class, and Vic was almost laughing by the time he said, “
Ragazza bella
, you have my permission to come whenever you . . .”

Once again, he couldn’t even get the words out before she bucked upward and screamed. He’d replaced his tongue with a finger, and he kept stroking her while she shrieked and convulsed. As her orgasm shook her mercilessly, he slid two fingers inside her and began a rough stroking of her G-spot. Everything changed, and she began to push against him. Vic could feel her pussy constricting on his fingers, and he decided it was time. As he stroked her clit, he stood up on his knees, rolled on the condom he’d readied on the side table, then positioned his cock against the opening of her pussy and slipped inside her.

Her body went stiff, and she cried out, “Oh, god, fuck me, sir!” Vic kept stroking her clit and began pumping into her, holding her hips tight and still, taking her as he wanted and denying her any control. Her position offered her best angle to him so that his cockhead yielded a rough grating of the most sensitive areas in her channel. Grabbing the chain between her clamps, he pulled and she cried out, “Oh, god, sir, oh, be rough with me, please, sir? I need it hard, sir!” He wanted to hold out, but her outbursts were readying him much sooner than he’d hoped.

“
Ragazza bella
, come for me.” Vic could feel sparks trailing up his spine, and he increased his speed on her clit. She made a tiny mewling sound and exploded. He rocked her with his vigorous rhythm, roaring into his own climax, his essence unleashed and flowing freely until the condom was full and he was panting and groaning.

He hadn’t realized how tired he was until that very minute, but the stress of the day got to him in that moment and he felt kind of weak. Pulling out and falling onto the bed beside her, he undid all four cuffs, threw the spreader bar aside, and reached for her, wondering what she’d do; she rolled into him, laid her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around him. He cuddled her to him and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Hey, I need to take your clamps off, okay? Then you can cuddle back up, I promise.” She nodded and rolled onto her back. Vic pinched her nipple hard behind a clamp and took it off, then put his mouth on it and sucked while releasing the pinch. She whined as the feeling came back into her flesh. He did the same for the other, then tossed the clamps onto the top of the chest and drew her back into him.

She snuggled up to him again, drawing her fingers through the hair on his chest, then tracing the narrow line of darkness that trailed down to his cock. As she ran a finger up and down his softness, he felt himself getting hard again. He’d thought they were finished, but it seemed she had other ideas. When he was almost completely hard, she looked up at him and said, “Sir, may I suck you?”

“You absolutely may.”

Vic smiled down at her. “As you go down on me this time, practice letting the head of my cock go down into your throat. That would be useful to you and any other Dom you work with.”

“Yes, sir.” Jessica managed to get the condom off and knelt between his legs. She pressed her mouth down over him, her throat velvety and soft, and he could’ve sworn he was floating on a cloud, carefree, on a vacation from reality. Even though she wasn’t able to take him down into her throat, she was still very, very good, and he couldn’t complain, so he tried to relax and just drift away on the utter pleasure of it. That wasn’t difficult, as exhausted as he was anyway.

When he knew he was about to find his release, he told her, “
Ragazza bella
, if you do not swallow I will be very offended. I would encourage you to do so.” She nodded around his cock, and when he came, she hesitated for only a split second, then choked every drop down. Vic stretched deliciously and pulled her up onto his chest, her full length lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, and she rested her face on his chest.

They lay like that for a good while until Vic asked her, “Jessica, did you get what you were looking for?”

“Oh, god, yes, sir. Sometimes I just need that release. I’ve had so much pain in my life.” She hesitated. “I used to be a cutter, but I discovered that if I just submit and let go every once in a while, it helps me get all of that out. I need a Dom to keep me level. You helped.”

Vic kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad.”

He looked down at her, and she raised her head up and looked into his face. “Did you enjoy me? Did I do good?”

“Oh, yes, honey, you were good. You’re a little young and you could use more training, but for your age and experience, you were great.” He kissed the top of her head again and she sighed.

In a minute, she said, “Hey, Vic?”

“Yeah, little one?”

“I know you probably already have a sub, but I wouldn’t mind being a second. Would you consider collaring me? Maybe not now, but sometime later?”

Uh-oh,
Vic thought.
Choose your words carefully, Cabrizzi.
“No, honey, I don’t have a sub. And I just can’t take on a permanent sub. I far prefer to meet the needs of any of the ladies who come into the club, help them with their training, ready them for Doms who can invest time and emotion into them on a daily basis. I’m a very busy guy, and I couldn’t devote enough time to a dedicated sub. You need a Dom who’ll be available to you, to kiss you, hold you, use you, fuck you and make love to you, cherish and adore you, and I’m not that man, sweetie. I need to be able to take a night off if necessary, leave town on business, and you’d be high and dry. And that wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding a little disappointed but not upset. “Well, at least you’re straight-up about it.” Her voice dropped and softened. “I had a Dom who was training me and he made me think it was going to be a permanent thing, but then he up and took off with a woman he’d just met.” She laid her head back on Vic’s chest and traced around his nipple.

Asshole,
Vic thought. It pissed him off to no end that someone had used a beautiful, fragile girl that way. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry he did that to you; that was so wrong. You deserve better than that. And don’t you settle for less, okay? Keep looking until you find the right Dom. He’s out there and he’s looking for you right now; you just have to find him. When you do, insist on a contract. It’s not legally binding, but it’ll make him think twice before he mistreats you.” He smiled into her hair, and she kissed his chest. “Now, I’ve had a very, very hard day and I need to get home and get some rest. Maybe I’ll see you in here again, huh?”

“If I’m here and you’re not busy, would you play with me again? I feel safe with you, and I could use the experience and the training,” she asked, her smile suddenly shy as she pulled her scanty clothing back on.

“I’d be glad to. This was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yes. I think yours is the biggest cock I’ve ever had. But I bet you hear that all the time, huh?”

“Yes, I do!” Vic said, a huge grin plastered on his face.
And I never get tired of hearing it either!

As she walked out the door, she turned and looked at Vic. “
Sei un principe. Sono contento che, per questa sera, il mio cuore è stata vostra.
”

Vic’s eyes went wide, and then he smiled. “
Grazie, principessa. Il cuore è sempre al sicuro con me.
” She smiled back at him, blew him a kiss, gave a tiny wave, and was gone.