Elena looked away sharply, unable to meet his eyes. Her cheeks burned hotter. She couldn't bring herself to answer.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. His hand slowly traced down her body — fingers gliding sensually over the curve of her waist, the side of her breast, down to her hip. The touch was light but deliberate, sending sparks across her skin.
"Do you like this?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you like this? Tell me… do you want me to be rough with you? Or gentle? What do you like princess?"
Elena's lips parted, but only a shaky stutter came out as her pussy clenched violently.
"I… I…"
She couldn't form a proper sentence. Her mind was spinning like she was getting drunk off his words and presence in general.
Alessandro's lips curved into a dark smile.
"That's okay," he whispered. "You don't have to answer. I'm going to do what I like… and you're going to be a good girl and take it. After all, this is your punishment."
