Yes, Sir

Chapter 9

A/N: Enjoy ya freaks. 

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Isabella's P.O.V

"I-," I began.

"Shh, il mio fiore," he said as he grabbed the hem of my dress and hiked it up past my hips, my breath caught in my throat. "We may have just eaten, but darling I'm still starving," he said, lust in his voice and in his eyes. {Translation: my flower}.

"No underwear?" he asked as his eyes pierced my own. "What a naughty girl you've been," he added with a chuckle. Dropping to his knees, he gently grabs my foot and kisses the top of it, trailing up to the inside of my ankle, the inside of my shin, the side of my knee, and then smaller, delicate kisses on the inside of my thigh until he stopped, his hot breath hovering over my throbbing center as he put my leg over his shoulder.

"You smell so good," he said as he put my other leg over his shoulder. With one, solid lick, he hums in satisfaction as he looks up at me. "And you taste even better."

Gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs wider whilst simultaneously pulling me impossibly closer to him. Fuck this feels too good. Every lick, every soft nibble made my toes curl. Every time he sucked on my clit my eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I gripped the couch for support and fisted his hair in my other hand to pull him even closer to me. Every time his tongue entered me it was like nothing I had ever felt before. As I grinded into his face, a wave of euphoria washed over me, erupting from deep within and radiating pure bliss throughout my body.

"You taste so sweet, il mio fiore. They should turn your juices into a macaron flavor," he said with a deep chuckle as I blushed. {Translation: my flower}.

"May I-," I began, but he cut me off.

"Did you think I was finished with you?" he asked with a laugh. "Darling, I've only just begun," he said as he pushed me onto the couch. As I bit my lip, I watched as he walked towards me, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his buttondown's sleeves. My oh my. Pushing me onto my back, he hovers over me as my eyes meet his. Our lips collided in a heated dance, merging with an intoxicated force as I wrapped my left leg around him, pulling him closer to me. Leaving a trail of soft kisses down my jaw and neck, he sucks on my sweet spot causing me to moan into his mouth as his fingers massaged my clit in circular motions.

When he slips two of his fingers inside of me, I gasp as my walls close around the sudden, yet welcome feeling. "You're so tight," he whispers in my ear sensually. God I never want this to end. As his fingers slowly picked up their pace as they drilled into me, I couldn't help but arch my back at the euphoric feeling I was experiencing.

"Fuck, I'm close. Don't stop," I begged.

"Cum for me," he said.

And I did. Not once, not twice, but three fucking times and that was just from his fingers and tongue. My legs were like jelly and I knew that this still was only the beginning of what he had planned for me. And I knew I was going to enjoy every second of it.

"You're a good girl, aren't you, Bella?" he asked as his lips lightly grazed over my neck as he flipped us over.

"Yes," I replied, my voice a low whisper as shivers ran up and down my spine as he sat us up.

"Then get on your knees and open wide for me, darling. Let me see what that pretty mouth of yours can do," he said, lust clouding his eyes as I felt the room rising in temperature. Slowly sliding off of him, I sink to the floor and look up at him with equally lustful eyes.

"Yes, sir."

As he caressed my face with one hand whilst unbuckling his pants with the other, I couldn't help but stare up at him in a mixture of lust and awe. The way his eyes sparkled with intelligence and kindness made my breath catch in my throat. In that moment, I felt a surge of admiration and fascination that I couldn't quite put into words. He was a rare combination of charm and danger that left me utterly captivated and wanting more, no matter how wrong it was.