Fancy being kidnapped and seduced by a very rich handsome Italian Count and carried away on a Gondola in Venice? If so check out the hot sexy extract of my BDSM/Spanking/Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance, His To Control below.
Btw I am very close to signing a publishing deal and all my books will be available soon on ebook and in print!
Watch this space!
His To Control
The night was dark and filled with heavy wet mist. It hung low over the small narrow Venetian canal as the water lapped like a thirsty dog at the walls of the hotel and buildings on the other side. The Count led Cecilia out of the small back entrance to a gondola. He still wore his mask and he had insisted she wear her own red and black velvet one to obscure her identity. Underneath her long black coat she wore nothing but her thigh length black suede boots. The Count had forbidden her any underwear and her breasts bounced freely.
The very idea made him harden. All he had to do was to slip his hand beneath the cashmere folds of the coat, feel the silky white lining caress his skin as he stroked her thigh above the boot. His fingertips moving ever closer to the ripe wetness that waited for him to sink in to when he invaded her pussy lips. Or maybe he would simply choose to cup and hold a breast, pinching and playing with its tip until she cried out. With her body accessible on her capture she was his to do with as he pleased.
As the gondolier brought the boat closer to the side Matteo held Cecilia protectively. He wanted her to feel as safe as she could with him despite the circumstances. But he could not remove the image of her naked beneath the coat. Deciding to indulge his fantasy he slipped his hand underneath her coat eager to feel the softness of her skin once more.
Matteo made contact with her naked stomach first. Slowly, gently he teased her with his strokes before moving to her hip to hold it possessively. She looked up at him through the mask with confused yet lustful eyes. There was shame burning in them as well. It seemed she could still not forgive herself for finding herself attracted to her captor even after their insatiable coupling in her room. The Count couldn’t help but smile at the intoxicating paradox.
He smoothed his palm over once juicy buttock, cupping and lifting it before gripping it tightly. Trailing his fingers up her spine, the curved swell of her breast was next to feel his attending caress. They were full rounded mounds, large but pert, begging for milking had they been full of it. The vision of him closing his lips around the teat to suckle and draw her milk forth penetrated Matteo’s mind once more. During Cecilia’s stay for want of a better word to describe her kidnap, he decided he would like to play with the beautiful woman some more. Perhaps he could break her defiance and bring her to her knees with passionate persuasion.
Matteo continued his intimate secret caress, flexing his thumb over Cecilia’s nipple, simply because he could. A small gasp escaped her cherry lips prompting a grin of triumph from t’s sensuously curved lips. The door of the hotel was opened again. Another masked man appeared carrying a woman over his shoulder. She was kicking like a wild cat at his body with her feet and her hands were tied behind her back. Clearly Cecila’s friend, Patricia had been causing too much noise and fuss because his cousin Lorenzo, had gagged the woman with his bow tie.
Patricia also wore an eye mask like her captor and she too was wearing a long coat. Matteo had no doubts she was as naked as babe beneath it like Cecilia. By the look in Lorenzo’s black eyes he was quite enjoying the kidnap scenario as he carried the struggling woman to the gondola. Perhaps he had made love to her just as Matteo had to Cecilia. The Count pulled sharply on his own captive’s nipple making her gasp loudly. He pulled it taut and tight, holding it out in a painful stretched out position.
“You should know by now I do not tolerate disobedience. Try me as your friend is doing to Lorenzo and I will remove the coat and make you ride naked in the gondola for all to appreciate your body. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” he challenged quite relishing the thought of seeing her naked again, watching her squirm and blush with shame, her nipples tight and erect with the cold atmosphere.
“Yes,” she said slowly, eyeing him warily.
Cecilia gave another small cry of surprise when Matteo let go of her nipple and dipped his body to sweep an arm under her legs and lift her up. He stepped close to the edge and handed her to the gondolier. With lightening speed she was deposited in to the long boat on the lover’s seat. Matteo got in beside her, nodding at Lorenzo. His friend lowered Patricia to the ground as the Count’s gondola drifted away to allow the second one to approach.
The moment Patricia’s feet touched the ground she kicked Lorenzo hard. Suddenly incensed, he roughly pushed his fingers down the front of her coat and pulled her close to him. He did not speak or show his anger verbally but he seemed determined to teach the wench a lesson.
Matteo watched him raise the red coat to bare her unclothed bottom to the elements and to them all. Her pale white flesh appeared soft and vulnerable in the misty night with the moonlight doing its best to penetrate the veil. It was small and tight not as luscious and generous as Cecilia’s but still worthy of admiration nonetheless. There was already a gentle blush adorning its seat and Matteo could just make out an impression of Lorenzo’s palm print across her reddening skin where he had obviously spanked her over his knee in her room on capture.
Lorenzo had always been skillful in chastising a woman for bad behavior with a good firm bare bottom spanking like himself. It made Matteo give a small laugh. Usually the woman was immediately subdued and ready to be submissive, even amenable to being mounted but tonight he seemed to be having trouble. Perhaps Patricia was the challenge in a woman his cousin had been longing for all of this time.
Lorenzo tightened his grip on Patricia’s back, holding the back of the uplifted coat underneath his hand. He raised his palm and slapped her bottom hard, three times. The noise of spanked bare female buttock flesh bounced and echoed tantalizingly around the aging walls of the hotel and apartments on either side of the winding canal. Her bottom jumped and quivered with each perfectly aimed quick successive strike he delivered. Patricia’s body bucked against his cousin pressing her directly upon his shaft giving a misleading impression he was ramming hard inside her.
Patricia sobbed against her gag. But he was not to stop there. Suddenly Lorenzo moved her a little way from him to expose the delights of neatly shaven dark curled pussy, framed by the top of her lifted coat and black knee high boots. Matteo’s boat was still close enough for him to see small droplets of moisture on the curls. It seemed Lorenzo’s previous discipline and his present action was arousing his reluctant captive.
Still holding Patricia firmly, Lorenzo tightened his jaw and handsome dark features with stern determination. He cupped her pussy with his large but well manicured hand and spanked it four times. After which, he alternated slapping her buttocks and then her pussy spinning and turning her. It was an enchanting spectacle of discipline and shaming. The gondoliers looked on with approval and chuckled.
When he’d finished Patricia’s punishment Lorenzo viewed her tear stained eyes and red bottom with approval. Then he scooped her up in to his arms and almost threw her to the gondolier who caught her with ease and put her on to the seat in the boat. Lorenzo stepped in and sat down beside her. Clearly satisfied Patricia had learned her lesson he untied her hands and the gag just as the gondola moved away from the small jetty protruding from the hotel. It was a mistake. Lorenzo’s arrogance caused him to underestimate the strength of anger and determination in the small fragile woman.
The moment her hands were free, Patricia turned and raised her hand to slap the side of Lorenzo’s face hard. Matteo’s eyes widened in surprise and for a moment he feared his cousin might respond badly. No woman had ever dared to commit such an act against Lorenzo.
The Count’s cousin stared at Patricia, the black in his eyes swirling like thunder clouds making her cease her struggles at once. Her eyelashes fluttered with fear at the way he sat looking without reacting. As though in defence she raised her hand again and this time he caught it easily before it made contact with his face.
Matteo heard Patricia cry out as Lorenzo forced her to face frontwards as he pinned her hand and arms against the curved wooden top of the black velvet seat trimmed with ornate gilt. He held them above her with strength, giving her no choice but to slide down the seat until her bottom hung over it in the air. Then he brought his lips crashing down on hers, forcing his tongue in to her mouth to silence her cursing tongue, his passion roused.
As the boat drifted closer, Matteo found himself admiring the way Lorenzo unbuttoned Patricia’s overcoat with one hand at speed. His other hand maintained his tight grip on her hands above her head while his lips were still firmly pressed to hers. At first she moved restlessly against him, determined to be defiant but as his kiss persisted she began to accept his dominance and welcomed his reign of power. She moaned against his lips when he opened her coat and bared her body.
Lorenzo’s hand went first to her pussy to give it two small slaps in retaliation for her striking at his face. He followed the punishment with a gentle but firm swipe of his hand across her breasts. Smaller than Cecilia’s, Patricia’s breasts were still perfectly formed and tight. They wobbled and shook from side to side with each carefully aimed chastising strike making Matteo take a breath.
Unable to prevent his need to touch Cecilia intimately, he circled her small waist with his hand and brought her closer to him. At first she pushed her hand against his chest annoyed but the unexpected brush of his lips made her soften a little.
“I want to touch you. Open your legs,” he demanded tucking his fingers under her chin to raise her face to him. When she did nothing and remained defiant he shook his head slowly. “Remember what I told you back in the room. I am in charge of your life and your body. If I want to caress you and bring you pleasure, then I will,” he told her arrogantly. “Now part those luscious damp thighs of yours or do you want me to make you?”
Cecilia lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts. A gentle pink blush painted her cheeks giving her a coy almost childlike appearance. A sensuous smile curled Matteo’slips when he realized Cecilia’s motivation for her willingness to take a risk on disobeying her kidnapper. She wanted him to make her. His blood stirred. The woman was fast showing him she was perfect for him. It was a tragedy he would not be able to make her his own in every sense of the word. But something told him the disagreeable scene they were both enfolded in would not stop him.
There was no need to say anything else. The Count reached down slipping his hands up the coat feeling the brush of her suede thigh boots and harshly parted her legs. Cecilia gave a startled gasp. His hand moved quickly cupping her sex to spank it just as Lorenzo had done to Patricia. At the same time, he wove his fingers through the satin strands of her hair to pull on the red curls hard. Like her friend, Matteo’s prisoner was receptive to her punishment.
He felt her sex dampen further already lubricated from their fervent fucking in her room. The Count took her mouth wanting more of her, intrigued and appreciate of her deepening need to submit to him. Tugging her hair to torment her restless wanton movement against him, the Count stroked his fingers along her pussy. Playing with the small nub he heard her purr and allowed his gaze with Cecilia’s to fall upon Lorenzo and Patricia.
Instead of being outraged and struggling, this time Patricia moaned loudly with pleasure when Lorenzo spanked her breasts again. Matteo could hear Lorenzo grunt with satisfaction at her submission. His fingers moved fast from her breasts back to her vagina to splay it open. Even from where he sat the Count could see the delicate rose pink folds of her sex pouting at him as Lorenzo held her in a precarious position hanging over the seat. Part of her new punishment seemed to be the uncomfortable way he held her down but it appeared to fuel Patricia’s sudden need for his robust touch.
There was no one around the two small boats but Matteo knew that once they crept further in to the main canal ways of the city they would come across the crowds of tourists and carnival party revelers. Like himself, Lorenzo would be excited by the idea of being viewed displaying his prowess in taking a woman and bringing her naked body to the heights of pleasure with an audience. Protected by his mask he would be able to do exactly as he wished and keep his identity secret.
Both Matteo and Cecilia could see Lorenzo tug on Patricia’s bobbing small clit. By the way he easily pushed his middle finger up inside her folds and through her channel, Patricia was heavily wet and ready for his entry. Lorenzo startled them all when he removed his finger from Patricia’s pussy and undid the zip of his tuxedo trousers. He wore no underwear and his long thick cock sprang free and erect.
Straddling Patricia’s body he was heard to snap a command at her to hold on to the back of the seat to support the top half of her body. Placing his knees on the bottom of the boat, Lorenzo cupped her bare bottom underneath the coat and guided his cock to the entrance of her vagina and inside. Then holding both cheeks tightly he bucked his hips strongly and embedded his length deep inside her to the hilt with a savage grunt. Patricia gave a sensuous cry and began to raise her hips to meet each of his powerful claiming thrusts.
Patricia’s naked body bounced with every push in to her sex. She was fully visible to the gondolier as he guided the boat through the canal at the side of Matteo and Cecilia and clearly he was appreciating seeing her being firmly fucked in to desirable submission. Lorenzo bent his head to catch the teat of one breast between his teeth and nipped it.
Matteo moved two of his fingers up inside Cecilia’s sex. He reveled at the feeling of being inside her again. She made him feverish with need. He pulsed them back and forth then deep when he heard her panting increase along with and almost in time with her friend’s. Suddenly Matteo could see Lorenzo’s lean muscled frame tighten as Patricia’s pretty features slackened with the commencement of her orgasm. Lorenzo began stabbing his long driving thrusts shaking the boat from side to side, rippling the smooth water sending it thrashing against the walls enclosing the canal. Just before they came in to view with a motor launch and the beginnings of the restaurants and a bridge, Patricia cried out her orgasm. Lorenzo came a second later. Their bodies jolted and joined violently in passion.
Matteo kissed Cecilia once more enthralled and deepened his kiss, thrusting his fingers a little more harshly, almost cruelly in to her channel. Her cry of climax broke out against his lips. He felt the silky wet muscles of her channel close tight around his fingers trapping them there, holding him deep inside her body, joining them together.
When she was finally spent from the pleasure he had thrust upon her he was reluctant to remove his fingers. They felt snug and warm, even comforting inside her body. He did not want to break their connection. Gently he moved them back and forth for a moment, not to arouse but to soothe and comfort. His action was rewarded. Cecilia allowed her head to fall on his shoulder and pressed her body closer. The urge to protect her became overwhelming. He kissed the top of her head. Something had happened between them tonight and he never wanted it to end however much his reason told him it had to.