Chapter 5: Climax

"Don't act all high and mighty, it doesn't matter that I was cheating on you. You still did the same to me. You deserve this heartbreak."

The words echoed through Emily's dream, causing her to toss and turn in her sleep.

Nathan was standing in front of her, arms crossed, giving her a disappointed look. "You were fantasizing about him too? Were you just going to make me suffer? If our relationship was going nowhere, you should have left me. Instead of making me wonder." His manipulative personality made its way into her dream, and was now haunting her slumber.

She felt bad about advancing with Stefano before breaking up with Nathan. She should've been direct. Telling him that morning. She could've kept the two men from fighting. Emily would've wedged herself between them.

"Do you think I will be any different?" Stefano came into the picture, leaning towards her, a smug look on his face. "When I was so willing to push you, to have you cheat? If you would have only asked, you would have been in my bed."

Emily backed herself into a corner, trying to avoid the two men, only to have Stefano slam his hand against the wall next to her. "You think I'm so sweet, but there is so much more to me. So much you don't know."

"Stop!" She shrieked, sliding down the wall, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just stop…"

Her alarm rung, releasing her from the nightmare. Shutting the device off, she sat up, her hands shaking. Emotionally overloaded and exhausted. The nightmares prevented her from sleeping well.

Emily needed time to herself. Maybe, she and Stefano weren't meant to be together. If she so easily betrayed Nathan's trust, wouldn't she do the same to him? If another man came along, or if Stefano wasn't good in bed, she'd just gravitate towards the new guy.

She hated herself for allowing her hormones to have such control over her. Nathan deserved it, for what he'd done to her, cheating, the entire time they were together. How blind was she? Still, she couldn't convince herself that her actions were justifiable.

Reaching over for her phone, she opened the conversation between her and Stefano.

"Hey, I'm still not feeling so good. I'm probably going to spend the day in bed. I think I might be getting sick."

Emily felt even worse, lying to Stefano. She'd promised him everything the night before. They could be together, he could hold her in his arms like he wanted to for so long. Now, she was taking it away from him.

"He can do so much better…" She thought aloud. Why did he want her? She was nothing special. Emily never saw the beauty that Stefano insisted she had. There were plenty of girls prettier than she was. Tiffany, Jalisa, Angela, even Janelle and Veronica were prettier than she was. And Diane, the one night stand, she was gorgeous. Why he hadn't decided to court her was a mystery.

Placing her phone face down, she laid back in bed, rolling to her left side, hoping to get a bit more sleep. Maybe peacefully this time.

And she did, her mind returning its focus on Stefano, who returned to his normal, charming self, rather than the warped version seen in her first dream.

Emily slept far longer than she'd meant to. Hearing someone banging on her door, she turned over, reading her alarm clock. 3:30pm.

She leaped out of bed, there was no way it was actually that late. Grabbing her phone, she checked the time. 3:31pm. She also had several notifications, under the time read: "13 texts from: Angela.

"Emily!" A female voice called from the door, knocking on it again.

Quickly, she ran out of her bedroom, knowing that if she waited any longer, Angela would probably call the cops, since she hadn't answered any of her texts.

Relief washed over Angela, once Emily opened the door. She threw her arms around Emily's neck. "I was so worried! Why didn't you answer!?" Emily smiled, patting Angela's back. "I was just taking a nap."

"A nap? For six hours?" Angela let go, giving her a puzzled look. "You're really upset over this, aren't you?" Now it was Emily's turn to be confused. "Upset? Over what?"

"I ran into Nathan.. He basically told me to piss off. Apparently, he spent the night in jail? Some tramp got him out…" She explained, carefully, looking for any reaction. Emily sighed, looking a little downcast. "I caught him cheating on me last night. I gave him my key, and he brought a girl over, and slept with her in my bed. We really got into it, and-" Angela interrupted. "Well, that explains the black eye…. But, how are you taking it? Are you ok?"

"I suppose. It would've hurt a lot more, if I hadn't been fooling around behind his back…"

Angela showed a wide grin, stepping into Emily's apartment, closing the door. "I told you I wanted details! It's with Stefano, right? Did he give you that mark on your neck?"

Stefano would be proud to know that the blemish was working just as he wanted. Telling people that she was his. A light red surfaced across her cheeks. "Yeah, yesterday, at about this time actually. He has one too."

"Alright. Here's the important question." She clapped her hands together. "Have you fucked?" Blunt. Straight to the point. "Are the rumors about Italian men true?"

Emily's cheeks were even redder. "We haven't gotten that far…." She shyly admitted. "Wait… So, you let him give you the universal mark of 'hey, I recently got laid' and you didn't actually screw him?" She headed into the living room, grabbing a brush she left on the coffee table, straightening her hair. "Um, yeah, I got a little excited… But, I didn't want to go any further. I was still with Nathan… I didn't want to hurt him."

"Girl. Okay. You two weren't serious. At least he wasn't. I mean, you've been dating for what, 10 months? And after the first few dates, how many times have you seen him? Aside from when he came over to bone. Like three times, right? And, Stefano, the day he gets back into town, after being in a war for months, he wants to see you, at 7 in the morning. And he's been that way, the entire six years you've known him! Stefano is looking for more than a woman to bone. He's kept himself single, pretty much this entire time, not counting the booty calls he's had. Honestly, what you need to do, is text or call him, tell him that you want him, and then either arrange for him to come to you, or for you to go to him. Think of it as revenge sex. If Nathan could do something like that to you, use Stefano to fuck away the pain. I guarantee it will feel great." Angela took Emily's hands within her own. "You've been suppressing your desire for him, for years. When you first met him, you had lewd dreams of him, and you're having them again. It's a sign, Em. Just let him plow you, make an evening out of it."

Emily was just shy of 15, whenever she met Stefano, it was strange for someone his age to compliment her beauty. But, the two hit it off, quickly becoming friends.

Maybe, she hadn't given in to her desires back then, because she thought she was too young. Three years, separated them. Adults would look at them with shame and disappointment. Her own parents didn't like the fact she was friends with such an older guy. Especially, one who like to show her off.

"Yeah, you're right." Emily agreed.

Angela's smile returned. "Actually, I have an idea. He's waited this long, you can build up a little more anticipation…" She sat down on the couch, pulling Emily down with her. "You need to tease him. Send him a couple texts, hinting at sex, and then, later tonight, call him , ask him to meet up with you. Someplace public, wait a few minutes, and when he starts to get aggravated, which you know he will, tell him that you want him to take you back to his place."

"I-I kinda told Stefano that I was sick…" Emily confessed, glancing down at her phone. Angela's face lit up. "That's perfect. Give me your phone." She was a bit hesitant, but, ending the day in Stefano's arms did sound rather delightful. She decided to hand her phone over, which, Angela immediately clicked on her chat with Stefano.

"Awwwww, he's already telling you he loves you. That's so cute!" She squealed. "He also told you to text him if you need anything. Guess he's inviting you to mess with him." Angela put extra emphasis on 'anything'.

She was quick to think of a teasing phrase to send him, playing on the fact Emily had told him she was ill.

"I feel really hot."

"Don't make him worry too much, he'll come over." Emily protested, seeing the message. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Besides, would it be so bad if he did come over? He could just give you a hot bone session then and there."

Stefano was relaxing in his studio, since Emily wasn't coming over, he decided to head back to bed himself, getting some extra rest. Currently, he was making lunch, a bit worried about Emily, since she hadn't texted back.

He was soon relieved, seeing her name envelop the screen. Once reading her text, he felt a bit different, worried, of course, but, his need for her resurfaced. He texted asking if she was alright, if she needed anything, or if she had any other symptoms. Emily replied that she was alright, but, her body ached.

"Ache".

The title of their recent photo shoot. She'd descended to her knees, in front of him, lust showing through her eyes, it was far too obvious that she wanted him in that moment. And, that photo had sufficed to get him off a few times. It was hard for him not to think about that moment.

Stefano frowned, thinking there moment yesterday had settled his own ache. Now, it was back. He couldn't think of anything, aside from releasing inside Emily. How badly he wanted to play with her…

The text he sent back didn't show his weakness. He only told her to take some medicine, and to schedule a doctors appointment for the next day.

Her next reply had been simple: "I want you." which was quickly corrected to: "I want to see you, tomorrow."

Stefano was perplexed, had she meant to sound desperate? Was it just his mind making him believe she sounded needy? Either way, he promised he'd come check on her tomorrow, and take her to the doctor if need be.

Angela's brow furrowed. He hadn't hinted at being horny, he was mainly concerned. Which was sweet, but, for a man that didn't shut up about his beautiful model, his texts weren't needy enough.

"Maybe, he'll be a bit tougher than I thought."

Emily smiled, he was a sweet man. Putting her health before his own desires was something she appreciated. Nathan would have taken advantage of the situation.

After Angela left, Emily spent a little time, just casually texting Stefano, asking about his day and how he felt. She was mentally preparing to ask him out later that evening, still not sure if she was going to go through with the idea.

However, the more she spoke with him, the more her desires crept in. Her body grew warm, legs, pressing together, trying to keep the thoughts away. Emily had to give in, she couldn't stand it. Her legs weakly carried her into the bedroom, where she lay on her bed, hand between her thighs.

"Stefano…." She whined, scrolling through her gallery, locating her favorite photo of him. They'd gone out for a late night walk, through the park, and he was standing on a bridge, gazing out at the falls, whenever she'd taken the photo, he turned towards her, expression coquettish.

Her cheeks were burning, recalling the thoughts she had that evening. Just after her seventeenth birthday, Stefano, almost twenty. Her thoughts were tantalizing. They were in such a grey-zone, she was just under the age of consent. Being with him would've been such a thrill, yet, both parties behaved themselves.

Emily traced the outside of her panties, eyes closing, as she laid her phone next to her, cupping her breast a second later. She wanted to be treated roughly, her role in the bedroom had always been submissive, and from what she'd seen the past week, Stefano would make an excellent master.

Two of her fingers slipped under the cloth, inserting. Emily squirmed, she couldn't stand it. She needed a release, she wanted to feel her best friend inside her. There was no denying it.

"Goddammit…" She mumbled, reaching for her phone, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Finding Stefano's number, she hit dial, replacing her fingers, while waiting for him to answer. Her breathing was shaky, she was determined to control it.

"It's late, are you alright?" He answered the phone, concern in his tone. 9:30pm shone on the alarm clock, next to her bed. Both of them were normally in bed by now. She was more desperate for his touch, then she was for rest.

"Y-yeah…" She replied, biting her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "I need to talk to you, can we meet at Monroe's?" A moan slipped through her lips, sounding a little angry.

"You sound upset, what's-" He paused. "Yeah, we can meet, how soon do you need me?"

"Now!" She demanded, taking in a breath. Stefano fell silent, Emily had to call out his name, before he responded again. Maybe, he'd realized she was secretly pleasing herself, he could've been doing the same.

"O-okay, of course… You are alright, are you not?" He sounded just a bit flustered. "Mmmhmmm…."

Stefano's breathing was audible, he was getting off to her light moans. "Stef… I'll see you in a few minutes…"

"Yeah, you will." He hung up the phone, without saying goodbye. Emily wondered if he'd just get dressed and leave, or, if he'd orgasm first? How many times had he orgasmed thinking of her.

Her body was warm, pace increasing, juices flowing. "No one makes me hot like you.." This was probably the quickest climax she'd ever had.

Emily cleaned herself up, jumping in the shower, rinsing off and washing her hair, blow drying it. She carefully picked out her intimates, she chose a violet bra, with matching panties, parts of the material were silk, see-through, in all the wrong places. It didn't reveal a thing, but, violet was a favorite color of Stefano's. He'd surely like the costume. Heading to a closet, she pulled out her favorite red dress, the skirt was mini, showing off her legs. Emily slipped on a pair of stockings, and her favorite boots, before heading back into the bathroom, styling her hair into a ponytail. They'd be having sex, and her hair was quite long, she didn't want it getting in the way. A bit of makeup was also applied, she wanted to look her best for this moment. Grabbing a jacket, she hurried out the door, jumping into a taxi, heading towards the dinner.

When she arrived, Stefano was already there, in the back booth as usual. His professional composure regained.

The dinner was rather empty, aside from Monroe and a waitress chatting behind the counter.

As she approached, Stefano raised a brow, eyeing the costume she was wearing. It was very flirtatious. He couldn't tell if the outfit was meant for him, or if she'd just been with someone. He grew a little angry, thinking she was still with Nathan, and that's why she'd asked to meet somewhere, to tell him that she was staying with him.

He'd ordered her usual drink, tea with lemon. And his usual, black coffee, though, it was late at night. "Good evening, Mia dolce. You're up past your bedtime." He teased, sounding happier than normal. "What did you want to talk about?"

She sat across from him, rather than next to him. Odd. Emily couldn't figure out the words, did she just ask? Usually it wasn't the woman who asked for sex. However, she'd been pretty direct with Nathan, she could be direct with Stefano. He allowed her a few minutes to collect her thoughts, but, after watching her stir her drink with her finger for nearly ten minutes, he grew annoyed. "Not even going to say hello?"

"Sorry… I know you're probably tired… Thank you for meeting me."

"Are you going to tell me why I'm here, and not in bed, or do you need another ten minutes?" Now he sounded a little aggressive. Which was very attractive.

She nodded, bashfully. "Yeah, of course…" Emily decided to just be blunt. "I wanted to tell you why I said I was sick…"

"Yes, an explanation would be nice, seeing as you appear perfectly healthy to me. " He folded his hands in front of him.

A deep breath. "I said I was sick, because…. I wanted to have sex.."

Stefano was angry, taking her confession the wrong way, believing that she meant she wanted to stay home, and screw Nathan. A light red shown across his cheeks, he frowned. "I see, well, thanks for the honestly..." He was clearly upset, standing to leave. Emily reached out to grab his arm, looking up at him, her face also a lovely hue of red.

His teeth were showing, eyes narrowed, Stefano was seconds from scolding her, when she squeaked out the words: "With you."

The man's entire demeanor changed, baffled, in denial of what had just been said. "Me?" He repeated. Again, Emily nodded. His mood went from foul to jovial, easily recovering. Stefano pushed her back in the booth, smashing his lips to hers, hungrily kissing her. She welcomed his embrace and tongue, his hands clumsily fondling her, locating a breast.

"Hey, I'm happy you kid's have finally hooked up, but, I can't let you do the deed in my booth." Monroe called, the waitress giggling.

Stefano backed off, enthralled by the fact she'd just let him so close. "You really said that… It's not a dream." Emily stood up, leaning into him, whispering, "Voglio che tu mi porti al tuo posto e faccia l'amore con me. Tutti. Notte. Lungo." She'd spent the entire cab ride, learning a phrase in Italian, asking him to take her home, and make love to her, all night.

"Oh." Stefano grabbed her hand, pulling towards the counter, prepared to pay for the drinks, when Monroe just waved them off. "Go, have fun. Bills on me."

Stefano rather eagerly pulled Emily outside, around the back of the building to the parking lot, pinning her against his car, kissing her once again, before turning his lips to the mark he'd left on her the day prior. It was a little sensitive, but, he was gentle.

His fit of passion came to a halt, confusion returning to his face, as he spoke. "Why?"

"Umm, why, what?" Emily's breathing was unsteady, her body responding well to his advances.

"Why did you wait so late? You could've had me this morning…"

She grew a little bashful. Stefano was still close to her, she could feel his warm breath, his body lingering over hers. "Nathan didn't exactly take the breakup well." Melancholy surfaced. She was still a little broken up. His hand gently brushed her cheek, a serious look on his face. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." She lied, not about to tell Stefano that he'd pushed her against the wall. "Will you tell me what happened?" It was going to piss him off, but, Emily knew she couldn't keep it from him forever. "When I got home yesterday, he had another girl in my apartment. And apparently, he's been cheating on me the whole time…"

"That's alright… I'll make you feel quite exceptional." Another kiss. Fucking the pain away seemed to be the best option, he was so willing to help.

Her hand ran across his thigh, wondering what she'd be dealing with. Easily, she found his bulge, tracing the size. He seemed to be above average. A lot bigger than Nathan. This wasn't what she expected. "Wow.." She breathed, already impressed. "I don't disappoint, mia dolce."

His thumb traced her bottom, "And, if I may, I believe my cock would look great in your mouth." She giggled, squirming out of his embrace, heat flickering in her stomach. "It'd probably look even better in my pussy."

"That it would."

They'd spent the car ride, discussing what their evening held. Stefano needed to make sure she wanted to sleep with him, he didn't want her to regret it in the morning. She finally silenced him by seductively whispering that she wanted him inside of her. Emily also took this time asking if he'd be comfortable not using a condom. He asked if she was on birth control, which of course she was, and he replied that it was alright with him, if that's what she wanted. Both were clean, and she was willing to take Plan B.

Stefano had been rather hands-on in the elevator, caressing Emily's ass, keeping her body pulled against his own. He'd been waiting so long for a chance to please her, and this time, he was not letting her go. His tactic was to keep her enticed. If she was so horny, that she couldn't stand to do anything, aside from him, she wouldn't want to leave.

Of course, he didn't realize how willing she was to eat out of the palm of his hand. She didn't need an incentive to stay, Emily was staying until her thirst was satisfied.

"Em…. I'm known to be a little rough, when playing with my partners. So, best choose a safe word before we reach my apartment. "

He was an aggressive lover? That was exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted to ache in all the right ways. A soft giggle escaped, as she leaned in towards his ear. "If I want you to stop, I'll beg for mercy."

The elevator finally reached Stefano's floor, doors opening.

"Mercy?" There was a wicked essence about his grin. "I'll definitely remember that." Taking her hand, he pulled her through the hall, unlocking his door, quickly shutting, and relocking, before pinning her against the wall.

Stefano wasted no time, sliding his hand up her dress, tracing her clit, from the outside of her panties. "You're already soaked, mia dolce." He commented, giving her a kiss. Emily bit her lip. "For the first time, in a long time." She muttered, a bit resentful.

He switched hands, using his right to brace himself, and to block Emily from the door, while sliding his left under her panties, gently rubbing her slit. "He didn't know how to treat you. But, I do." Two of his fingers pressed in, his grip on her nether regions was a bit harsh, she could definitely feel his muscle. No longer was he the scrawny photographer, she'd met, being in the army had toned him up.

His fingers were searching, exploring her vaginal wall, before finally resting on his target. Emily breathed in sharply. "There it is. That's your favorite spot, isn't it?" It amazed her that he'd actually taken a second to locate her sensitive area, most men just recklessly jammed their fingers in, which was painful, and not at all arousing. It would leave scratches and sometimes bruising. "Y-yeah…." She muttered, anticipation swelling.

But, Stefano was mean. He wouldn't just give her what she wanted. No, after all these years of waiting, Emily would have to ask. "And, what is it that you want me to do with it?"

Her face couldn't get any brighter. She was already flustered that his fingers were inside of her, that he was this close. Now, she had to beg for him? That wasn't going to happen. Just from the last hour, Emily knew what would get to him. "Would you touch me, if I called you, Master?"

His fingers rubbed the area. "Master?" Stefano had only been referred to as 'Sir' before, 'Master' was a step up, and, he liked the sound of it. "And, what does that make you?"

Emily grinned. "Your bitch."

Finally, his fingers began a rhythmic motion, pushing into her, pressing her sensitive spot, while his thumb played with her clit, earning moan after moan. Stefano's pace was quick, not giving her any chance of recovery, she could not catch her breath, leaving her gasping, her body squirming, all the while looking at her lover, who was just standing there, looking down at her sternly, judging her reactions.

And somehow, that stare was making her hot.

Her moans were getting rather loud, and he quieted her with a simple: "Ssshhh."

She wasn't able to hold it, liquid spilled over his hand, and, Emily's knees bucked from under her. Stefano used his free hand to steady her, pinning her to the wall with his body. "Oh, you really like that." He chuckled. "Don't be so clumsy."

"I didn't think you'd be this good!" Emily retorted. He pulled his fingers from her, taking a step back. "Please, did you really expect a mediocre performance from me? I am perfection." Stefano licked her juices from his fingers. "Now, if you must fall to your knees, please, suck my cock while you're down there." With that, he released his hold on her, yet, she remained standing, a frown across her face.

Stefano raised a brow. "Alright, I guess you didn't hear me. Suck. My. Cock. Bitch."

Emily crossed her arms. For a second, he started to believe that she was actually angry with him, and the regret showed on his face, he was about to apologize, when Emily interrupted his thoughts.

"Make me."

He was curious, still not sure where her line was. He didn't want to do something she didn't like.

She let out a breath, placing her hand on his cheek. "If I don't ask for mercy, you're not hurting me. Force me on my knees, hold me down, shove your cock in my mouth. Whatever you want to do."

The smirk returned to his face, as he took her hand, pulling her through the studio, up the stairs. Emily was having a hard time trying to figure out what he planned. He pulled her closely into his arms, whispering in her ear. "Can I choke you?"

"Mmmhmm, just remember that I do have to breath at some point."

He pushed her down, onto an ottoman, where planted a knee next to her, placing a hand around her throat, and the other caressing her vagina. "Do you trust me?" His voice carried some maleficence, which brought the intense heat back to her stomach. "Yeah." His grip wasn't too hard, intending the moment to be just of exploration. "Have you done this before?" A smile, she was enjoying herself. That's what he wanted to see. "A few times. Usually I had to ask."

Stefano left go, moving his hand to her cheek, before bringing his lips to her own. "Don't move." He instructed, standing to remove his jacket, and kicking off his shoes. "You know, I could help you undress." She commented, unmoving, gleefully obeying his orders, letting the anticipation build. "You'll be helping with something else. You do owe me a favor."

"Oh, do I? And, if I refuse again?"

"I suppose you could, but, you are only delaying what you really want."

He was right. She desperately needed him and wasn't sure how much longer she could wait.

Once he revealed himself, she grew even more excited. Tonight, she'd definitely fall asleep satisfied.

"Get on your knees." The same demand he had during the photo shoot, lingered in his voice. This time, she could obey. Reaching out for his member, she was stopped, Stefano grabbing her wrist. "No, darling, I only need your mouth."

Excitement and distress mixed in her eyes, Emily did her best to mimic that same stare she'd given him in the photo, biting her lip, staring at him with wonder, eyes staring into his own, before glancing down at his member, and back up at him, smiling, trying to pull her hand free. "Put your hands behind your back, and keep them there, or I will stop, leaving you unfulfilled."

"You're mean." She protested. "Do as you're told, and I won't have to be." Emily had no choice but to place her hands behind her, hoping she could keep them still.

"I'm going to be rough." Stefano warned, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Well, do it instead of gloating." He relished in the irritation of her tone. Stefano was unmoving, his presence, piercing her, she opened her mouth to speak, when he made his move, forcing himself inside. She was surprised, but, quickly relaxed her throat, knowing that the outcome could be a total turn off for the both of them. Luckily, her gag reflex was well trained. The chuckle, he made hearing her struggles was captivating.

Letting her go, permitting her to catch her breath, before returning to his position, allowing her to suck him shallowly, slowly getting used to his size. Whenever he felt her take him deeper, he pressed his hand on the back of her head, there was determination in his eyes, he wanted to break her. It was only the first night with his new submissive, yet, he wasn't above putting her in her place. Forcing himself inside again, he succeeded in making her gag, easily withdrawing to give her air, before doing it again.

This time his thrusts were longer, reaching deeper. Emily teased him with her tongue, earning a soft groan. Stefano's thrusts intensified, another moan slipping out a minute later, his cock spasming, she knew he was about to release, and prepared herself, feeling him pull back just enough to shoot his hot streams on her tongue.

She didn't swallow, knowing he'd want to see the gift he'd so graciously given her.

"Show me." He barked the order out, almost surprised she hadn't swallowed. The girls he'd been with always had the instinct to immediately swallow or to spit it out, wanting to rid their mouth of the substance. But, Emily showed her reward off proudly. Her best friends seed was in her mouth. "Hmmm, good girl." Hand resting on her chin, his thumb wiped the drool from her chin, before moving his hand to her throat. "I want to feel you swallow." It took no effort, she liked his taste.

"Who trained you?" Stefano asked, just above a whisper. The young model smiled, looking up to him, grabbing his cock, licking it clean. He held out his hand, helping her to her feet. "Book's, porn." She admitted, shrugging. "The guys I've been with never really knew how to dominate. You're the only one I've called master." He was her only master? Stefano would be sure to keep that title. "I believe it's just about time for the main course." He announced, pulling her over to his bed, pushing and pinning her to the mattress. "You know, a little bird told me that you've been fantasizing about me." His teeth nibble on her earlobe.

Emily was embarrassed. How much did he know? Was he told the details of her dreams? "Who told you, was it Tiffany?" She planned on giving her an earful later. "Names aren't important, the confirmation was all I wanted. So, if that's the case, do you think you could tell me your fantasy, while I make sure your pussy is well suited for my cock?" He hadn't given her a warning, but, what she told him was going to affect the outcome of the entire night.

"I don't know if I can….." Emily was beyond nervous, telling him her deepest desires as he fingered her? Could she even control herself? "You can tell a co-worked, but, not me? I want to make your dreams come true." He smirked. "Tell you what, after I cum inside this hot little hole of yours," His fingers traced her slit. "I'll tell you one of mine." Now that was something she could agree to.

As he worked his magic, she loudly confessed to him, telling him about the blindfolds, ropes, gags, all while squirming underneath him, her body convulsing, due to that damn grip of his. He knew what to touch. She'd imagined him in so many places, pulling her aside at a gallery, demanding her not to make a sound as he violated her, in back alleyways when they couldn't wait until they got home. He was enthused.

"Hmmm, now I just need to figure out, what do I do to you?" Emily gasped, not exactly from shock, since he was still pleasing her. "I want you to see me take you, so, you'll have to wait to play with blindfolds, but, I am going to cuff your hands behind your back, I'll be a little easy with you our first round. Let you adjust to me."

Standing, Stefano pulled Emily to him, unzipping the back of her dress, sending it to the floor. He spent a second admiring how delicious she looked in her intimates. As soon as her bra and panties came off, he reached inside his nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, Emily quickly peeked around him, noticing he had a few 'accessories' for himself. She made a mental note to ask later.

Her hands were now bound behind her back, as she lay in front of him,

Naked.

Vulnerable.

The two had quite a bit of trust built between them, she had confidence that he wouldn't hurt her, and currently, Stefano was thankful he'd gotten a chance to see her in such a position.

He eased himself into her, his size showed now. She wasn't used to him, but, her body made adjustments. Her back arched, hips bucking along with his. She melted when it came to Stefano's touch, her skin, more sensitive than it had ever been, she squirmed, a lot, moans and grunts dominating.

"I should've let you fuck me years ago…." Emily wanted to wrap her arms around him, pulling him closer. She wanted to leave scratches on his back, bruises on his neck, but, she was reduced ecstasy induced cum dumpster, groaning and fidgeting to her masters approval. He enjoyed watching the expression on her face. Lusty, almost pathetic how she whined for her newly acquired necessity.

Her moans were enticing, almost putting Stefano in a trace, listening to her clumsy breaths spill out. His hand clamped over her mouth, making sure she still could breath. "Quiet down, you're distracting me." It sounded silly, but, her moans really were keeping him from performing his best. Hearing her, watching how raggedly she breathed, begging for more, had put him on edge. He didn't want to cum so soon. But, even with his hand muffling her, she was still whimpering, and her whimpers seemed more seductive. His load shot out, filling her hole.

Both were breathing heavily. Stefano a bit frustrated that he wasn't able to last longer.

"You're so fucking amazing!" Emily shouted, the second she could speak. "Please tell me you can do that again?" She restored his confidence a little. Diane had belittled him whenever he came so quickly, thinking about his little model. Which was way he said she'd never be back.

"Of course I can. But, I have a promise to keep, if you'd like to lend me a hand, I'll tell you my not my first, but, by far the best orgasm I ever had, thinking of you." He reached behind her, unlocking the handcuffs, sitting next to her on the bed.

Emily used her fingers, taking a bit of their mixed fluids, to help coat his dick a little extra, before wrapping her hand around him. "You can squeeze me as tightly as you want. I'm a bit masochistic when it comes to a woman handling my cock.

She did as directed, causing Stefano to let out a gasp, closing his eyes as she started to stroke.

"I believe it was three years ago. Late at night… I called you, after a rough breakup, and we walked through the park, around midnight, during Summerfest. We'd been watching the fireworks, and you excused yourself to the restroom. The dress you were wearing was sooo cute, and, like tonight, you were wearing a pair of stockings, which drew so much attention to your thighs"

Stefano let out a surprised moan, as Emily leaned over, licking the head of his cock. He recovered, continuing with his story.

"No one was on our side of the park, since the event was on the opposite side of the river walk. I was standing on the center of the bridge, just fantasizing about taking you down to the river bank, laying you down on the grass, and taking you. The moment would've been so perfect. But, you were young. I didn't know if you were romantically involved with anyone, or if you were even interested in sex. You were always so modest. So, instead of risking the question, I gave myself a quick handjob, releasing a bit of the pressure. Finishing, just seconds before you approached me."

A smile showed across his face. "My cock took quite the abuse that night. I couldn't get you out of my head, and probably released quite a few more times."

"Aww, I'll make it up to you."

He opened his eyes, gaze darting to Emily, a mischievous look on his face. "Yes, you will. And you're going to be an obedient little bitch!"

Stefano stood, ready to have his way with her again, and again, until his thirst was satisfied.

To be continued….