Don’t Make Me (Made Men #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“Yes, sir!” She makes a whimpering sound but reaches back and grips her reddened cheeks, gingerly pulling them open.

“Good girl.” I pick up the lube I placed on the table beside the sofa and squeeze a dollop out onto her little rosette.

She jumps.

Picking up the stainless-steel plug, I rub the rounded tip at her pussy’s entrance. She spreads her thighs and lifts her ass. “You’re so wet. You’d like me to fuck your pussy with this plug, wouldn’t you?” I do just that, pushing the large object into her dripping canal.

She humps my lap, trying to get more.

Abruptly, I pull it out and position it at her back hole. “When you’re naughty, Summer, you’ll experience my displeasure. I’ll make your ass red and sore before I take it with my cock.”

“Oh God,” she warbles, sounding both fearful and turned on.

Her inner thighs tremble, and her breath comes in little pants.

“Take it, principessa.” I push past her tight ring of muscles, gaining entrance.

“Oh...whew. Uhn.”

I love her noises. Easing the plug in further, I press it in and retreat, gradually stretching her tight hole until I work the widest part of the plug into her, and it seats.

“Ahhh.”

“That’s right, bambina. Your ass belongs to me, now.” I help her off my lap and onto her feet. Her legs wobble, and her eyes are glassy. “Now sit on that plug, open your knees and show me that pretty little pussy.”

Summer blushes.

I tug her down to sit at the end of the couch, her back against the armrest. She gasps at the contact of the plug going deeper inside her.

“Hold your knees open.”

Throwing me a doubtful look, she pulls her knees back to her shoulders, spreading her pudenda wide. Dew drips from her entrance, and her muscles shiver under my gaze.

Gathering some of her moisture, I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and stroke ever-so-lightly in a circle around the sensitive nub. Her pelvic floor lifts, and one of her knees kicks out of her hand.

I arch a mock-stern brow. “Hold still for me, principessa.”

She lets out a soft moan.

Again, I circle her clit with a feather-light touch.

“More, oh please, Carlo, more.”

“Go stand in the corner.” I point to a corner of my living room.

Her look of shocked disappointment is priceless. I lightly slap her inner thigh when she remains in position. Snapping her knees together, she struggles to stand and walks awkwardly, squeezing her ass together as if afraid the plug will fall out.

She looks hot as hell with my handprints on her ass and the handle of my plug marking the place I’ll soon be taking her.

Standing at the juncture of the two walls, she slips her hand between her legs.

“Ah, ah. No touching. You don’t get off until I say you get off. And right now, I want you in the corner thinking about who owns you.”

She peeks over her shoulder, face flushed, eyes glassy and wild. So fucking perfect.

Summer

Oh, the torture. Every bit of me is on fire, burning for him. My ass tingles, my swollen clit throbs. The plug gives me a feeling of fullness, and my pussy, well, my pussy just feels empty. I’d give anything to have Carlo’s cock in it right now. Or at least to have his powerful hands on me again, teasing, torturing, delivering pain and pleasure mixed into one.

But that doesn’t seem to be part of his plan. I’m about to lose my anal virginity, which makes me nervous. But I need release. Desperately. How long will he make me wait? How much more torture can I take before I lose my mind?

“All right, amore, back over my lap.”

I love the spanking. I could take any amount of pain, so long as I know it’s for his pleasure. I was unsure for a moment last time because he’d been so relentless. I thought he might actually be mad. But no, this is sex for him. A game. Carlo is a sadist, and it turns him on to play this way.

If he’s turned on, I’m turned on.

I trust him. When I was angry earlier, his only concern was to soothe me, to heal the rift between us. Now, though...now he’s playing. Bringing us closer by demanding my vulnerability and trust.

I walk back to him, the plug in my ass making me acutely aware of each step.

“I changed my mind.” His face is unreadable. “Get down on your hands and forearms and present that ass to me.”

I drag my lower lip through my teeth as I obey, lowering myself to the position on his soft plush rug. I’m close enough to him that I smell his intoxicating scent, feel his body heat, his magnetic presence.

He lifts my ankles, splays my legs to straddle his waist, so I’m in a sexual version of the old wheelbarrow position.


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