My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 39: PINEAPPLE CRISIS
HAVEN'S POV
A shiver coursed through my body when another sharp, loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. My brain is already overcome with so much fog that I lost count of how many it was.
"My baby is enjoying this too much."
I whimpered, and I moved. But not to get away from his hand that has been delivering each blow on my tender behind but to move closer to it.
"Am I a masochist?"
I felt Allessio's hard chest touch my back when he lean forward. I was draped over a desk that has nothing but Allessio's suit covering its surface, while everything that once belonged on it lay scattered across the floor.
He put a hand on my chin to tug my head so that I could look back at him. "You're not."
My cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. I didn't realize I asked the question out loud. "If I'm not, then why?"
"You're my perfect gattina. That's what it is." A moan fell from my lips when he bit my shoulder. He kissed the mark he gave me, only to do it again on another spot. "It's not the pain you like. It's the power dynamics."
I bit my lower lip when his hand slip inside the tiny triangle I'm wearing and without wasting a second, his finger traced the seam of my sex. "You trust me, and that is why you surrender beautifully to me."
There wasn't anything I could say more. I couldn't deny what he said because it's true, nor do I have the ability to construct words when my mind feels like they've been scrambled. Especially when his thumb found my sensitive clit and he playfully circled the pad of his finger as if driving me crazy is his lifelong mission.
I grasped the desk so tight that it's a wonder that it didn't break. I am getting closer and closer to the edge that my body acted on its own, matching the movement of his fingers.
I was nearing falling to the depths of pleasure when Allessio pulled his hand away. A sound of disappointment fell from my parted lips. "No. Please... No."
"Patience, baby."
His hands went to each side of my hip, and he tightened his hold on them, preventing me from moving. The second that passed by felt like torture, until it wasn't anymore. Until it became pure paradise.
His name came out of my lips into what sounded like a cry when I felt his hot, wet tongue in my pussy. I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me still as he licked and sucked on my aching core with no abandon.
My knees buckled when his tongue dipped inside my dripping center. He lapped at it as if he planned to drain the last bit of my juice, not planning to waste a single drop.
