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In the meantime check out the very sexy Dominant Count Lazzaro who kidnaps his submissive in Venice in the excerpt from His To Control below.
Until Saturday! Enjoy the rest of your week!
His To Control
What kind of man was he becoming kidnapping women and threatening to sell them to the highest bidder? He was a man who simply snapped his fingers and women ran to his bed and opened their legs, gratefully obedient. This was insane. But then he thought of his sister in that breeding farm and the slavery she was enduring. God knows what else she was having to face. He had to find her and if it meant going that extra mile and becoming a monster to force Michael to give up her whereabouts then so be it.
Confused emotions surged through him firing his anger. He wanted to forget it yet a part of it wanted him to use the beautiful woman beneath him, take her long and deep and away from Michael before he was forced to discard her. Revenge was sweet but oh so bitter.
Matteo’s sheathed cock rubbed against the girl’s damp curls reminding him of her naked vulnerability beneath him. His member leapt and twitched with the excitement of being embedded in the woman. He wanted her more than anything he had done in his life and he couldn’t work out why. It was all wrong. Just so damn wrong. It sparked his anger and his need making him handle her a little more roughly. He expected her to fight him again, give him another excuse to spank that delicious plump bottom of hers but her cries of need became louder and her body pushed itself against him demanding more. There was something about the small, dainty, full curved woman that brought out the caveman in him and made her respond in kind.
Matteo curled his palm around one breast reveling in the silky feel of it’s pale skin and the tight dark nipple flexing against his fingers. Rhythmically he squeezed it, imagining he was pumping it for milk until it was flowing freely down between her breasts, curving down her satin pale body to her sex, just as he’d seen his close friend make a woman’s breast do at a recent party. He had been startled at first, mystified that the girl could produce milk without having given birth. But it had been explained to him laboratories were manufacturing serums to enable the safe production. The woman he’d seen his friend nourish himself from like a babe from and had allowed Matteo to join him on the second breast, had been an employee of the laboratory. On loan from the laboratory she had been provided for the night’s entertainment. But that was not how he saw Cecilia giving her milk.
An image entered the Count’s mind of her naked and pregnant. Her stomach rounded and full to the brim with his heir, her breasts full and ripe, the nipples dark, taut and puckered. They would already be so full of milk from the serum she would be restless to begin her daily morning milking to relieve her discomfort. On all fours, at his feet as he stood dressed and dominant above her, her large stomach hanging beneath her, she would beg him to milk her by hand. Sitting next to her he would take hold of her nipples like udders on a cow and pull them down sharply. He could almost hear her cry out in his fantasy as he tugged and pulled on the teats, forcing her to let down her milk. Small drops would begin to appear making her whimper and he would bend and flick his tongue over the creamy droplets to lick them up. There was nothing quite like the taste of a woman’s milk.
Perhaps he would choose to finish the job with a milking machine, fixing the cool metal cups to the teats and watch her mounds heave as they drew the milk from her. Cecilia’s body would undoubtedly find the experience arousing, her hips moving forward to meet the pull of the cups and their suction. She would be heavily wet. Matteo would take the opportunity to move his hand beneath her and gently press and hold her stomach feeling it’s ripeness whilst his other hand slipped in to her pliant sex. He would work her to satisfaction and make her climax, increasing her milk flow and production in preparation for the birth of his heir.
Matteo had expected to breed with his wife of convenience to amalgamate the two large companies and the vast land their fathers owned. It would be simply a quick fuck with no passion. The woman left him cold but with Cecilia even though it was crazy because he had just met her, he would enjoy the process of breeding. Every day he would fill her with seed morning noon and night while he kept her naked and ready for him to mount at will in her locked room until her womb bore fruit. The very idea made his cock want to burst.
“I must be inside you now,” he whispered urgently moving his lips to her neck to suck at the skin, the need to brand her as his own overtaking his power of reason.
The thrust of her hips upwards to rub her pussy against his hard cock confined in his trousers in reply told him she was in agreement. Grinning with triumph he caught her lips again and devoured her mouth. Then without further hesitation he took up her invitation pulling off her yet still unable to stop kissing her. She was a drug he was fast becoming addicted to. Sitting up over her body he removed his shoes and socks before loosening the black leather belt he’d threatened to take to her backside to calm her temper. Kissing her for one more time and biting at her juicy bottom lip he pulled himself away from her and removed his clothing.
“Caress your pussy,” he ordered. “I want to see you touching and enjoying your body,” his voice was thick with lust.
She stared up at him confused, a gentle blush lighting her cheeks and did not move to obey him. He leaned over her and reached out his hand to slap both breasts, one at a time. He marveled at the way she gasped and the mounds jumped and quivered. Their skin suffused with pink piquing his arousal. He repeated the action and tapped her pussy with three smacks, deliberately and expertly cupping the v- shape to whip over her clit and increase her arousal as well as to discipline. Her helpless cries rang out like soft pleasurable moans around the room and now she was eager to do as she was told. Her fingers slid nervously in to the heavy wetness drenching her sex and the insides of her thighs. He watched her pinch and manipulate the clit before stroking the sides of her vulva as he undid his bow tie.
“Open your vagina and bare it to me.”
Nervously she used both hands to open it up, widening her legs as if she was being medically and internally examined. It made her look all the more helpless. The walls were rose petal pink and so moist with her thick juice.
‘Now, put your finger inside yourself. Yes, that’s it, in and out. Work yourself for me. I will fuck you the minute I am undressed and I will spank you if you are not ready to accept me.”
Unbuttoning his shirt he viewed Cecilia tentatively entering her body and thrusting her finger in and out of her vagina. He couldn’t help but smile. It was clear from her slow movements and reluctance she had never done it before, never explored her own delights or shown herself pleasuring her body to a man. She was almost still a virgin and in clear need of being sexually taken in hand and mastered. He wanted to be the one to do it. Eventually she began to elicit small pants and moans from her efforts delighting him further.
He wore no underwear and when he pulled down his trousers his long hard cock sprang forth to point at his captive. And that was what she was, his captive. Fiery desire threatened to break loose and consume him at the notion. The fragile beauty was his to do as he pleased with. A surge of possessive need and power coursed through his veins but it was accompanied by an overwhelming desire to protect the woman with every instinct and strength he had at his disposal. What was she doing to him?
He was about to remove his mask but then he remembered he could not be identified leaving the hotel carrying his beautiful captive bound, gagged and perhaps naked over his shoulder. It had to appear she was staying with him as a friend until the matter with Michael could be concluded. If anyone saw him, the respectability of the Lazzaro family would be compromised and they had suffered enough. Not until Cecilia was safely under lock and key in the Palazzo would he reveal his full identity. It seemed ludicrous. He was about to make love to the woman but then the allure of remaining mysterious calmed his will to make her face who took her so arrogantly and boldly upon capture.
Matteo jumped back on to the bed. In preparation Cecilia removed her fingers. He poised his penis at the tunnel entrance that led to her cervix. Gripping her hips he embedded himself inside her to the hilt with one hard claiming thrust. He moaned with the relief of being inside the woman feeling a sense of triumph when she echoed her own pleasure with a loud cry.
Matteo moved inside Cecilia with hard staccato movements, jolting and shuddering her body with their strength. He wanted to be rough with her and she was more than willing for him to be so by the way her hips grinded and met all of his stabs in to her body.
“Up. I want you on my lap,” he instructed in a deep voice leaving her in no doubt he did not expect to be challenged.
The Count swept an arm under her waist and lifted her up in to his lap. Immediately he continued to move upwards inside her, forcing her to ride him and push down on his cock filling her deep. He directed her backwards over his arm so he could nip and tug at her nipple with his teeth.
She was close and he was ready to explode inside her. He needed her to come.
‘Come for me, come for me now, Caramia,” he demanded.
The Count surprised her by giving her sore buttocks two harsh slaps. She cried out and began to climax on cue. Matteo took his own as her velvet muscles massaged his cock and shot his seed within her, a small undetected thought of it reaching her womb and fertilizing it fluttering with need at the back of his mind.
It seemed an age before they were both spent. Her head fell against his chest causing the powerful protective feeling he’d felt towards her to rise again. Unable to help himself he tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her face up towards him to brush her lips with a loving kiss.
“Will you really kidnap me now,” she asked. “Even after we have made love?”
Her pale blue eyes looked up at him, imploring him like a child. Cold reality began to intrude once again. Unwilling to let the moment go he kissed her again.
“I am sorry. I have no choice,” it was all he could say.
Tears filled her eyes and temper rose on her pretty features. She beat her fists at his chest and tried to move off his lap. Matteo held her fast. Her movement was stirring his spent desire back in to life. He thrust up inside her again to still her struggles and took hold of her mane of red gold hair whilst his free hand slipped lightly around her throat. He pulled her head backwards.
“You will come with me quietly or I will gag and bind you,” he told her firmly.
“I will make as much noise as I can. I won’t let you do this to me.”
Cecilia raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist easily and lowered it. He moved his hand back to her throat and gently squeezed it to calm her passion.
“There is nothing you can do. Submit to me and your fate.”
Again she struggled arousing him. Now back to being fully hard and ready to release fresh fertile seed within her he brought his lips down hard on her own to drown out her curses. He wanted to feel he’d roused her to desire again, knowing a part of her was enthralled as well as appalled at her unexpected need to be captured like a princess and carried away. He decided to give her a moment to surrender before pulling away and he was not to be disappointed.
When she realized her vain half attempt at struggling was not to sway him, she gave in to his kiss, seemingly enjoying the careful support of his gentle but firm guiding hand at her throat and the dominating way he thrust his cock to bring her to heel again. Within seconds her angry muffled protests turned to moans and her hands stopped beating his chest to cling on to his muscled arms. Her body met his thrusts and then she was quickly crying out her orgasm against his lips as his own climax burst forth to soak her channel and her womb.
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.