Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida
ChapterTwenty-One
With Luca’sdeadline looming ever closer, Alessandra planned to make the most of her last night with Drake. She made minestrone soup as an appetizer and baked ziti with sausage as their main course. For dessert, she picked up cannolis from her favorite bakery.
She set the table for two, just as Drake had once done for her. Italian jazz played in the background, and she opened a bottle of red wine.
She glanced at the clock. Drake would be home in half an hour, giving her time to slip into something more comfortable.
Alessandra pulled out a seductive silver lingerie set she had purchased with Noah’s input. It was the first time she’d bought something so sexy with the intent of enjoying it with a partner. The silver body chains around her waist glittered in the light, as did the rhinestone butterfly appliqué on the panties. Silver wrist cuffs covered the scars on her wrists. Lastly, she pulled on a silver necklace Drake had gifted her.
When Drake saw her, he grabbed her by the hips and kissed her along her jaw.
“Dinner’s on the table. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving,” he replied.
He scooped Alessandra up and carried her to the table. He impatiently pushed everything aside and sat her on the edge.
“The food will get cold.”
“I have a more important feast in front of me, one that’s guaranteed to be hot and wet for me.” He sat in a chair and placed Alessandra’s feet on the armrest. He easily moved her panties aside and blew over her lips. She whimpered as he teased her clit with his fingertips.
“Drake… Dinner—” She moaned as he ran his finger between her folds, probing the entrance of her wet tunnel before withdrawing and sucking it into his mouth.
“Mmm. Delicious,” Drake said.
He pulled her panties down and pushed her thighs wider apart, spreading her open for him.
“This is the nicest spread that’s been laid before me. Do you know how often I’ve fantasized about this moment? Tell me, bella, which do you enjoy more, my fingers or my tongue?”
Her reply was a breathy whisper. “Both.”
Drake obliged and began feasting. After treating Alessandra to two screaming orgasms, he helped her off the table once her legs stopped shaking. She excused herself to get cleaned up. Drake had reset the table by the time she returned.
“This smells amazing, Alessandra.”
“It’s going to be cold now,” she pouted.
“It was worth it. I hope you enjoyed it too.”
“Of course I did.”
Alessandra offered to warm the food, but Drake shook his head. He smiled and ate the cold food, appreciating her efforts.
After dinner, they retreated to the couch. Alessandra curled up beside Drake, and he absentmindedly stroked her arm.
“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about. You know I enjoy control and dominance in the bedroom.” She nodded in acknowledgment. Drake swallowed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel devalued. What we do—what I enjoy—I don’t want you to feel forced into anything.”
“Where is this coming from, Drake?” she asked, taking his hand in hers.
He removed her cuff and rubbed his thumb over her scars. “You’ve opened up so much to me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Drake wasn’t a man who opened up easily. She showed him her vulnerabilities and now sat attentively, waiting for him to share his.
“I want to explore kink with you in a way that’s unique to us. I want to be your Master and you to be my submissive. It’s important that you want this too, Alessandra. Your enjoyment and fulfillment matter to me.”
Past trauma threatened to overwhelm Alessandra, but Drake’s grip remained firm. He was her anchor, and her eyes dropped to the point of their connection.
“If this will make you happy, it makes me happy too. There’s nothing we’ve done that I haven’t enjoyed,” she admitted honestly.
Drake lifted her chin with his free hand and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Don’t hide from me, bella.”
She lifted her gaze to meet Drake’s. His eyes conveyed so much in that connection. He wasn’t angry or broody. They weren’t darkened with desire or lust. They were the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen, with flecks of gold catching the soft light. Drake studied her with equal intensity.
“There may be times I push your limits, but I promise to take care of you after.”
“Yes, sir.”
Drake’s posture changed as his voice took on a strict dominant tone. “On your knees, Alessandra. I expect complete honesty from you. You will be punished if you lie to me.”
“Yes, sir!”
They dove into a lengthy conversation regarding limits and past experiences. Drake discussed his expectations and let Alessandra voice her concerns when appropriate. Her head spun by the time they finished their negotiations.
“I have a gift for you.” He pulled a slender blue box from his pocket and handed it to Alessandra. Her face lit up as she excitedly opened the box. “I want to make this official. In public, you wear your wedding band to symbolize our marriage. I expect you to wear my collar during play to symbolize our commitment.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she fingered the gorgeous sapphire and diamond halo heart D-ring collar. It was the single most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Though tomorrow’s future was unknown, this symbolized their new commitment. She would always be Drake’s—heart, body, and soul.
“May I put it on you?” Drake asked.
Alessandra nodded, finding herself at a loss for words. Drake caressed her neck and squeezed with enough force to make her gasp. He leaned down to kiss and suck her neck, leaving his marks on her, claiming her.
She was soon panting, desperate for more. She reached her arms behind her head, lifting her hair up to allow him to fasten the collar around her neck.
“When you are in my collar, you will call me Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She was ready to be Drake’s permanently.
His fingers grazed her soft skin as the clasp closed. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of Drake's time and attention in choosing such a piece for her. Wearing his collar made her feel safe and cherished. It was a far cry from the training collar she was forced to wear as a teen.
Drake nuzzled the skin around the collar. The sensual move left her needy for more. She grabbed Drake’s shoulders to steady herself and swallowed three words that rose in her throat.
He whispered his request in her ear. “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my collar.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Undress me slowly,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
She slowly ran her hands up his muscular biceps and down his broad chest, enjoying the power exchange. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, watching his muscles flex as she bared his torso.
Drake looked down at her through hooded eyes. She dropped back to her knees and flicked her tongue around his navel as she unbuckled his belt. His massive erection sprang free as she pulled off his pants and boxers.
Pre-cum glistened along the tip, and she wanted to lick it off him, but she waited for her master’s permission.
“Good girl, you will be rewarded for that.”
Drake helped her back to her feet and hooked his finger in the collar’s ring. He led her down the hallway to their bedroom, not using any more force than necessary. He laid on the bed first, pulling her on top of him.
“I want you to ride me, Alessandra. Take your pleasure from me.”
She reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. Maintaining eye contact, she tore it open and rolled it down his length. Drake groaned as she pumped his cock, enjoying the warmth and how it pulsed in her hand.
Drake’s affections had her core so slick that when she climbed over his lap, she immediately sank down. Once fully seated, she waited a moment before moving, luxuriating in the fullness she felt with him
“Drake—”
A quick, firm smack on her ass brought her back to awareness. Drake circled one hand around her collar, squeezing gently.
“You will be punished if you break the rules, Alessandra. Do not forget how to address me.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
Alessandra rocked back and forth, finding her rhythm. Drake’s hands fondled her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples.
“Yes…yes…”
“The sight of you in my collar is so fucking sexy. You’re riding me and taking pleasure, but your beautiful body is mine. Do you like being owned? Do you like being my pet?”
Her pace quickened as she bounced up and down on Drake’s dick. She ground her clit against his base every time their hips met. Drake gripped her hips to help guide her movements and thrust beneath her, increasing their pleasure.
“I’m close, bella. I want you to come with my hand around your throat.”
“Please make me come, Master.”
Drake’s hand moved up her belly and over a full breast, squeezing and kneading before moving upward. Alessandra moaned as he applied firm, steady pressure to her throat. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it.
“So fucking hot. Squeeze my cock as hard as I’m squeezing your neck, bella. I want you to steal the cum from my body.”
His other hand remained on her hip to keep her steady. He bent his legs to allow her to lean back against his knees. Her breathing became uneven, and her inner walls began to squeeze Drake.
“Good girl. Now come for your Master.”
Drake squeezed tighter and bucked against her at a frenzied pace. Her head fell back as her vision blurred.
“M… Ma… Master… Drake!” she cried.
Her body shuddered in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced as Drake twitched within her. As aftershocks coursed through her, she fell against his chest, a sweaty, hot mess.
They lay in bed together, Alessandra curled up into Drake’s side, and he held her close.
“Sex with you was amazing before, Alessandra. But I never imagined it being this hot with you in my collar.”
“I loved it, Drake. Your dominant side is very sexy.”
“Would you like me to remove your collar before we fall asleep?”
Alessandra shook her head. It felt right to keep it on. Tonight she was Drake’s; maybe tomorrow would never come for them. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, naked save for her collar.
The following day, Alessandra woke to the vibration of her phone. She groggily reached for it and groaned as Luca’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Time’s up, bitch.”