Stripping Stars

Giulia chuckled. Sure, Prayuth could be decently fun. Under some circumstances. And she could even afford to show that, now that she had achieved already everything that she had wanted to for the night.

Well, almost everything. There was this one final thing to do. And the way it had started off was promising of fun time doing it.

"Oh, I don't think you need to rise any more than this..." the Italian replied amidst deep breaths. She could feel he was certainly up enough for the task. And now it was her job to quench him.

That wasn't something to be told to Prayuth though.

"You just...stay down there... That's your place... Even if you're....a stallion..."

Her words rhythmed by the movement of her body, Giulia was clearly becoming a very eager rider. One that was just keeping on accelerating, clearly not about to slow down the pace any time soon.

Prayuth was no stranger to sex, a fact that he’d gladly share with anyone and everyone who cared to bring the subject up. What he was new to, though, was the concept of a sex scene - those, he hadn’t done before. His films didn’t call for them. If people wanted that, they’d watch whatever chick flick was making the rounds. They looked at his films to see raw action.

But as he laid there with Giulia’s tight warm engulfing him, thrusting up into her with a slow rhythm, he could help but imagine that was going on here. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. The lighting. The pace. The way she spoke, more coherent and controlling than any other women he’d had in bed.

Real sex was just not this hot. Not in his experience. Giulia was something special. As if he needed more evidence of that.

[color=#800000]”Oh, fuck-”[/colo] His back arched and a quick shiver tore through his body, as she began to ride away, mounting her stallion and driving harder with each second. He tried to say something else, but it was caught in his throat, overridden by a harsh moan. The heat of the night was taking its toll, and he was starting to reach that wondrous point where he had to hold back the inevitable.

”You’re good.” He finally managed to get enough air to say it. ”Goddamn, you’re good.”

Even if Prayuth was her stallion, Giulia still had a certain place for him. Even if stallions were usually strong, wild and hard to tame, that was not the case when they were faced with Giulia. As even Ferraris with their extensive amounts of horsepower were ultimately controlled by the driver, so was Giulia's logic with stallions. They did exactly what she wanted, and only when she wanted them to.

That was something Prayuth had clearly learnt tonight. When Giulia wanted to get those horsepowers going, he was eager to obey.

Granted, there was absolutely no reason for him not to. This scene was a win-win.

The win for Giulia was that she could feel the ultimate joy of riding coming all the time closer to her.

The win for Prayuth was that all stallions, whether wild, man-made, or men, had their breaking point. But in his case, that breaking point was certainly going to be a very enjoyable one.

Giulia could only let out a satisfied chuckle in response to Pray's admission. She knew she was good, but it never hurt to hear that. And yes, she was flattered by it. Flattered that despite all the torment and pain she had inflicted him tonight, and while enjoying inflicting them, he had totally succumbed to her prowess. Flattered that she had proven him her worth.

Granted, it was hard to have any negative feelings, now that it was clear that the both of them were nearing their climax imminently...

Somewhere in the back of Prayuth’s brain, a nagging little voice was reminding Prayuth what the woman who was riding him had done to him. How she’d embarrassed him in front of his fans, how she’d messed up his plans, how she’d more than likely cost him some money that he’d never be getting back, and how he would be getting a long, irritating lecture from his agent over this whole fiasco.

The majority of his brain, however - the part that was currently awash in pure, unbidden ecstasy - promptly told that part to shut up. With pleasure this good, he just didn’t care.

Every thrust seemed to take him to a new, toe-curling high, driving him further towards the brink. It was a struggle just to keep his mind coherent. He went deep within, she squeezed tighter, crushing him between her inflexible walls.

Prayuth tried to say something, but his words turned to mush as the climax raged through him, and the best he could do was some weird mix of Thai and English. He arched his back, tensed up like an iron rod as he shot inside Giulia, and it was all downhill from there. The kicker settleed into the bed, his chest rising and falling with a slow rhythm, gazing upwards in a haze.

”Goddamn.” He whistled. ”God. Damn.”

Giulia had absolutely no complaints. She couldn't, her body was full of ecstacy. She had gotten Prayuth to do exactly what she had wanted, and it had provided exactly the wanted effects. Winning the match tonight had certainly paid off in many more ways than one.

For a moment, it was absolutely clear also to Prayuth that Giulia was satisfied.

Then, the subtlest of grins rose again on the Italian's face. Maybe it might have not had, if Prayuth had kept his mouth shut. And no, he hadn't actually said anything wrong. It was just that Giulia would have rather had him silent. Why? Even the Italian couldn't think of any good reason for that...

As their joint movement slowly subsided, Giulia first spent a moment pressing his chest down, clearly enjoying her position. But then, it was time to tease the Thai guy again.

"You want me to chain you up?"

It was over. In one crazy, blinding moment, one of the craziest nights of Prayuth’s life came to a climactic finish, ending with him shooting his white flag of surrender into the sex of a woman with a name he could barely pronounce. He’d ended nights on stranger notes, he was sure of that, but he couldn’t recall any of them off the top of his head.

For a moment, things were quiet. This was always one of Pray’s favorite parts of sex, good sex - the afterglow. Coming down from the high. The shimmering moment where two hands beat slower and slower, where the breaths grew louder, and the heady scent of arousal hung thick in the air. He would’ve been content to just lay there for a while, soak it all in, let his brain catch up with the rest of his body.

Giulia, as it turned out, had other ideas.

”Hm” He perked up at what had to be one of the weirdest questions he would ever hear. He supposed it shouldn’t have been that surprising, she clearly was well prepared for this nights, and chains were a perfect fit. A part of him wanted to protest, but after sex like that…

”Yeah.” He sighed, closed his eyes, and deflated beneath her. ”Yeah, sure.”

Had Giulia asked that exact question before their match, she was pretty sure what Prayuth would have said. How he would have reacted. He would have been as cocky as ever, full of confidence, laughed at her and probably said something really snarky back at her. He would have been shimmering in his fame, convinced that he was destined to bring a girl like Giulia down.

Now? Now that he had been faced with Giulia's power in the ring, felt what she could do to him with it, been humiliated in front of his fans, imprisoned as the Italian's sex toy and punished for his loss? Now all he said to that question was "yeah, sure".

This was a mission accomplished. Fabolously well accomplished.

Prayuth even closed his eyes. Too bad he couldn't see the grin on Giulia's face after his reply. That grin was full of satisfaction from the events of tonight, from the way he was submitting to her right now, and from the fact that despite all his apparent preparedness for the prospect, Giulia was actually only teasing him with the question.

Giving him a slap to the face - a rather gentle one for Giulia - to wake him up, the Italian then finally got up from her dominant position, and turned over to the side for a more comfortable position.

"Ha, I'm just fucking with you. You've been a good boy, I'm happy now."

All the while she was saying those words, the Italian was giving the Thai guy a gentle look, but one that was still full of confidence and the notion that he would now be doing absolutely anything she would just ask him to.

Had Prayuth ever been this content after sex? Again, he couldn’t much remember, but he doubted it. He was relaxed, comfortable, accepting of the situation he’d been thrust in. It helped that, for all her muscles, Giulia was still quite comfortable, and he had no problems letting her use his lap as a seat for as long as she wanted. He could just lay back and drift off, end the night on a peaceful, still note, chains or not…

Nope. That wasn’t happening.

Her slap startled him made him jerk, but he was quick to settle down when it became clear she was just taunting him, a favorite pastime of hers. She was content. Better than that, she was satisfied.

”That’s good. I think that’s about all I can take on this end for the moment.” He shifted about on the mattress, giving her all the space she wanted to slide in beside him. It was kind of a touch moment. Or would’ve been without the restraints. Giulia, for all her craziness, was undeniably cute, even tender in her weird way. Truth told, he wouldn’t have hated doing this again, sometime. Maybe even on a sem-regular basis.

...kind of a crazy, though, there, and one he’d entertain more later. For now, he was content to drift off. He gave Giulia a lazy gaze through closing eyes, as he began the process of fading away. ”See you in the morning?”

Si, Giulia was satisfied indeed. The whole night had gone perfectly. Or that's at least how the Italian was feeling now after her orgasms... But really. She had won a famed opponent in the ring, brought some humility into him, and had great sex with him. There was absolutely nothing to complain!

Giulia pondered for a moment, whether she'd like to do it all again with him. Sex with the Thai guy had been enjoyable indeed, but did she want to repeat it all with him?

Not necessarily. While it could certainly be fun, Giulia had some other goals. She wasn't going to let Prayuth be the last guy to be imprisoned on her bed. No, Tension was full of boys and men she wanted to be doing that. She wanted to conquer and humiliate the other ones too, and establish her reign over them in Tension.

Well, if Prayuth came knocking on her door, she would probably not refuse. Especially if he would be begging for punishment...

But all that was a matter for some later date. Right now it was time to get some sleep. Sleep for the night she'd be spending with Prayuth.

"Sure... Buona notte.......bambino!"