46 ~ Resistance Is Futile, You Must Surrender To Me

Brinda 

I dived my tongue deeper into Francesco's mouth and he seemed to enjoy it as he devoured my tongue rapidly. His hands went straight to my left breast. The heat from his body was intoxicating.

What are you doing, Brinda?

What my mind is telling me to do obviously. Should I stop?

Francesco pressed my breast and I let out a low moan before I shut my eyes and let his control take over my body. I rubbed his back down before I tugged at his bathing suit, only wanting him to take it off his body. 

He broke the kiss — breathing heavily — stared into my eyes and pulled me up, my ass on the divan. A devilish smile played across his lips before he claimed my lips again. 

I clenched my fist slowly before I threw my hands across his back. I struggled to lose his bathing suit as I already felt his manhood rising. He stopped kissing me and groaned while he threw his head backward. 

Now that it has come to this, I guess there is no going back. It's either me or him. One of us has to play the game, right?

I reached out to his slightly exposed chest, kissed it before I pushed him to the other side of the divan. His gaze did not leave mine as all his concentration was on me. 

Engaging in sexual activities in the early morning is very nice, relaxing and good.

I bent slowly till my face was around his private region. I could see the Old Pappy down there waiting to get some attention but my attention was somewhere else. 

My left fingers trailed his neck to his left chest. 

“What are you doing, Damsel?” He inquired, his voice was authoritative. 

“Something another woman would never do to you.” I retorted then I took my lips to his chest and sucked his right nipple. 

He let out a slight moan then he bit his lips. “Who taught you all these, Damsel?” 

I stopped sucking. “I told you that I can now get wet.” My voice, very cold. 

“Then, show me how wet you can be.” Francesco said in his alluring, deep manly voice. 

Francesco carried me then he placed me on the bed. He pulled up my red nightgown, exposing my thighs and my yellow panties. 

“Do you like what you see?” I probed while I wrapped my legs around his waist before I pulled him and let him fall on me. 

He raised his head and gazed down at me. “Don't regret what you are asking for.” He chuckled as he playfully used his fingers to tap my thighs. 

“I would never regret it,” I replied. 

To trap the devil, you have to be a devil yourself. 

“I want to do good things to you. I want us to journey on a new road.” His face suddenly became masked with seriousness. 

“Then, what are you waiting for?” I asked. 

He brought his mouth to my thighs which resulted in my breathing getting faster and faster. When his lips finally touched my skin, I twitched a little because of the sensation his skin brought on mine. 

“Scared? Feeling good?” 

“Yeah.” I whispered.

Suddenly, I felt a cold, icy touch on my skin. I raised my head a little to see his tongue licking my thigh. He continued the process till he reached my private region then he stopped. 

“I wonder what is going on down there,” he chimed. 

“Care to see?” I questioned. 

He ignored me and continued licking from my waist all the way to my stomach. His left hand circled my navel while I rolled my eyes backward when his right hand grabbed my breast. His tongue circled different parts of my stomach. It was more like a flash of current in me. He rubbed the parts his hands were on repeatedly non-stop. I did not notice when I started moving my hips and letting out silent moans as I gripped the bedsheet. 

“Damsel loves it. Nice!” 

“Francesco…” I called slowly. 

“You promised you weren't gonna regret it. Keep quiet and enjoy.” He commanded. 

He stopped everything he was doing at once and I raised an eyebrow. He returned a ‘Don’t give me that look’ face and climbed a little upward. 

He used his hands to part my lips before he placed his lips on mine and a few seconds later, his tongue slid into my mouth. He removed his tongue then he concentrated on my bottom lip. He sucked on it gently, biting me in between. I did nothing but enjoy the moment. 

As much as I hate Francesco, this is so beautiful. I never had such an intense moment with him when we dated years ago. He stopped kissing me and we both gasped for breath. He climbed down gently from the bed, making his way to the wardrobe on the opposite side. He opened the two sides and I sighted some sex toys. 

I'm not too innocent to not know that. 

He shot me a sinister glare then he returned his face to the wardrobe’s direction. He turned back and in his hand were Satin handcuffs. He took each step with patience while he walked to the bed. 

He sat beside my laid body on the bed. He grabbed my left hand and I did not resist. Slowly, he locked the handcuffs on my hands without his gaze leaving mine. He brought my tied hands to the headboard, where he tied the other one to the bars. 

He touched the clothing around my breast area and in a twinkle of an eye, he tore it off with a loud shredding sound. He did the same with my bra as well and the rapid vibration of my heart could be heard from a long distance. 

Now, I have actually ignited the fire in the devil.

He moved swiftly and he parted my legs — Wide enough than expected. His hands trailed the edge of my panties before he dipped his hand into it. 

I released a moan. 

His hands roamed my pussy’s surface. “You are wet.” 

“Yes,” I replied truthfully. 

He rubbed my pussy's surface for some time before his other hand joined. “Raise your hips,” he ordered. 

I did as he commanded and he pulled off my panties. I only watch him with a red face, nervous about what might happen next. Is he really going to suck my pussy? 

He had better not. 

“I saw you the other day when you were fantasizing about Mark when he was fucking Bullet. Don't do that again.” He uttered out of nowhere. 

I looked away trying to prevent our eyes from meeting each other. He actually saw me watch another man slam into a woman. How embarrassing.

“You are clean. Really clean.” He whispered and a second after, I felt his heavy breathing against my pussy's surface. 

“Abort mission now!” I cried inside but what can I do? I have been chained to the bed.

Francesco's tongue touched my skin and he started licking my pussy. My body burned from inside and I tried to grab something but there was nothing to grab. I dugged my nails into my palms while I tried my best not to scream.

“You can scream if you want. I love that.” He said as the heat from his mouth added to my dilemma. Butterflies appeared out of nowhere in front of me or most probably that was what I thought I was seeing. 

“Francesco… Fuck.” I cried as I tried to close my laps but he was in between and his hands have been used to separate my legs already. 

I felt him remove his left hand from my thigh and I was forced to look down. No, he shouldn't. If he does, he will find out I'm no longer a virgin. And before I could do anything, his left hand was shoved into my pussy. His face said it all. It wasn't as tight as he had expected even though I was wet. 

“You aren't a virgin anymore?” His eyes widened with terror.

“Took you long enough to find out.” I smirked, happy that my mission was successful. “I gave it to your number one enemy… Marshall Fernandez. He…”

I was still talking when Francesco moved upward and slapped me hard. “You bitch… How dare you?” 

“Are you the only one who can have sex with others while I am deprived of sex. Moreso, we aren't in a relationship.” I spoke with a straight face. 

“I can never have my way with you again. You are not trustworthy.” His tone was sharp and his eyes flashed with intensity. 

“Resistance is futile, you will surrender to me.” I told him. “Remember that you are obsessed with me.”

Francesco, your weakness will be my greatest strength. I will destroy you completely. Until then, I won't rest.