He brought her hands down, pushing them into her stomach while he trailed lower with his kisses. Staying true to the theme of the story that had been reduced to mere background for what they were doing in the booth.
Savannah didn't need to listen to it to feel hot.
Working his finger in and out of her pussy was bothering at first and a little uncomfortable, however, with each kiss she was giving in to the feeling. Even though Elio couldn't possibly see her red cheeks, he could sense just how turned on she was. His skillful mouth only added to the overall sensation.
He was taking his time, giving the girl every possibility to tell him to stop if that was what she wanted. But Savannah was numb and unable to think of anything other than having Elio touching her that it was more like torture for her than a chance to call it off.
"So fucking perfect," she heard him whisper against her clit as he flicked her nub, running his tongue through her slit.
Savannah held back her whimper, spreading her legs wider, making the dress roll up to her hips completely. It was like deja vu, even though it hadn't even been thirty minutes since she’d kept on grinding against Elio in another room, in a similar booth like the one they were in.
He pushed another finger into her, stretching her even further.
It was painful. The girl tensed, tears snapping to her eyes. Yet, she said nothing.
"Shhh,"
Elio clearly grasped her anxiety but instead of pulling out, he blew onto her clit. It was a tactic to distract her from the tenderness. The tantalizing scent of her arousal reached his nose. He didn't move his fingers and kept on trailing his tongue over her pussy lips.
She relaxed.
He took his sweet time before he started working inside her again. This time it felt better. She got used to the way Elio was rotating his fingers, bringing her closer to orgasm.
And then he stopped just as she was about to come.
A groan escaped her lips, making Elio chuckle.
Such a smart girl and didn't realize that the knowledge she had come to gain tonight wasn't just to be thrown away and never used. Not where Elio was concerned. He enjoyed almost any sexual acts and he wanted to teach Savannah everything. They had time to really delve into all of those deeds.
He released her wrists when she began to struggle against his hold. Only because he kept reminding himself that it was all new to her and having his way with her wouldn't end well. Savannah needed to trust him and feel safe. But for now, she just felt horny. And that was a good start to work his way up to the complete success and domination that he could never get enough of.
"Elio, please," she begged.
He massaged her stomach, moving his hands higher, exposing her breasts. "Please, what?"
He sucked in one of her nipples.
Savannah's hand automatically went to his hair, pulling at it. A heavy panting mixed with pleasure. She was barely holding on yet she couldn't come with Elio playing his own game with her. The story she’d heard in the orgasm control room was wonderful, however, she came to realize how annoying the kink itself was when it was happening to her. Especially when all the other times she’d tried to pleasure herself had ended in total failure. And surprisingly Elio had the potential to get her off without much effort.
"Stop teasing me."
Normally, Elio would play with her a little longer but the show was almost over and he wouldn't appreciate anyone else seeing Savannah like this. He lowered his head once more and this time he didn’t pull back. Instead, he sucked her clit into his mouth and she came under him in a matter of seconds. He trailed his open palm through her pussy, gathering her juices before licking them off.
"You taste absolutely amazing, baby girl," he said as his fingers skimmed over her lips next. "Open," he demanded.
On cue she breathed out, letting his finger slide inside her mouth. She tasted herself. Heady and a little sweet flavor filled her up. She felt Elio's breath on her but was glad that she couldn't see his gaze. It would be more embarrassing and perplexing if he were to examine her expression.
Because there should be shame and regret.
But they didn't come.
Nothing really mattered right now, other than this.
Because for the first time she thought about herself, put herself first. And even if this was the only time, she could afford to do so...
It didn't fucking matter.
Chapter Twenty-Six
On Sunday Elio was invited to his parents' house for dinner. Or rather Mother begged with the excuse that she hadn't seen him in a long time. It was true but also not why she wanted him there. Since Fabro, too, had recently moved out, she was alone in a house with a true predator who fed on her fear and innocence.
The least he could do was show up. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Stepping through the front doors, he already knew something was wrong. The guards were nowhere to be seen which was surprising by itself. Father rarely gave them a free day. Others didn’t matter to him. He used to say that they were there for the twins and their mother's protection but it was bullshit. When they were younger, seeing men armed to the teeth was supposed to make them think twice before doing something wrong. However, their main reason for being here was to make sure that Mother didn't run.
As if she were strong enough to do that.
As if she were smart enough to survive.
Her only way out would be Noah Falcone who was the only person with power over Gastone. But he didn't give a fuck about his soldiers' home life. Rightfully so. It was too much work on top of everything else. Especially since most families were a
