9. CHIARA
My hands shake as I approach the master bedroom, my fingers curling around the handle. I hesitate, swallowing hard and trying to ease the anxiety pulsing through my veins. I shouldn’t entertain this. I should be locking myself in my bedroom and figuring out how the hell to get out of here.
But I’m intrigued.
He wants to fuck, and goddamn, in the space of a day and a half, I’ve become a needy whore for this man. He’s barely touched me, barely even spoken to me, yet the overwhelming need to please him has me in a violent chokehold. Is this some kind of intense Stockholm Syndrome, or am I just as fucked up as he is?
Either way, I have to see this through. I have to know exactly what he’s going to do to me. How he’s going to touch me, how he’s going to use my body, and goddamn, I have to feel him slamming deep inside of me. I can take it. If anything, my Romanian jailer has finally met his match.
Ever since I spread my legs for him on his fucked-up little stage last night and felt the weight of his stare on my pussy, I’ve been craving his touch. The second the thought of him fucking me entered my brain, it was over for me. All sense of survival burned to ashes at my feet. If only he knew what kind of devil he’d unleashed.
Despite this roaring need burning inside of me, I’m still incredibly aware of his rules. Instead of pushing my way through the door and demanding he hurries up and fucks me, I find myself hesitating. Do I knock? Or does he expect me to welcome myself in and settle on the ground with my knees spread, hoping to play out a bit of kinky Christian Grey fuckery? Because if that’s the case, he should know I can’t braid my own hair, and I’ll have more than enough trouble allowing myself to be dominated in that way. When it comes to getting down and dirty, I’m the furthest thing from submissive.
Letting out a shaky breath, I rap my knuckles against the door before hearing that smooth accent call out. “Come in.”
Gently pressing the handle, I ease the door open and ready myself for a whole world full of new possibilities.
His room is dimly lit, and there’s just enough light for me to make him out across the room. He’s shirtless, and my mouth waters at the sight of his strong torso. Those perfectly wide shoulders and defined pecs lead down to chiseled abs and a deep V that points right to the promised land. His dark pants are riding low on his hips, and I greedily take him in, more than ready to discover what he has in store for me.
My hands shake, and while I feel ready, the fear of the unknown still grips me.
Hunger flashes in his eyes, dark and disturbed, and pride tears at my chest, knowing he likes what he sees. And damn it, I do too. I went all out for him tonight. Black lace lingerie, suspenders, and thigh-high stockings. I don’t know what he likes when it comes to stuff like this, so I kept it simple. Safe. I dressed up in natural makeup, just enough to accentuate my features, and I left my long hair down so that he can wrap his hand around it if the desire strikes.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says, slowly moving across his room. I track each of his steps like a vulture, but in reality, he’s the predator tonight. His eyes are like beacons, capturing me, drawing me in, and demanding obedience. “Go to my bed.”
Swallowing hard, I divert my gaze toward the big bed. A huge king-size mattress sits atop four steps at the head of the room, like the main attraction. I hastily make my way toward it before stopping at the bottom step, waiting for his next instructions.
He moves toward me until he stands only a foot away, his gaze sailing over me, taking in the subtle curves of my body. “Strip for me, Sweet Angel.”
Oh, dear God.
His words are like a shot of pure adrenaline sailing right down to my core. I obey him, needing his approval more than I need my next breath. Wanting to make this a show, I slowly turn and make my way up two steps before propping my foot up onto the next one. Glancing back over my shoulder, I slowly bend and watch as his gaze drops to my ass.
Brushing my fingers over my thigh to the top of my stocking, I push it down, exposing the skin beneath inch by inch. I mean sure, I would have liked to see him tear it from my body with his teeth, but the way his stare is so heavily focused on my body is getting me hotter by the second.
When I kick the stocking off, I place my foot back on the second step and switch to the other leg. Once both stockings are gone, I turn back to face him and detach the suspenders from around my waist, leaving me in nothing but my bra and thong.
His eyes flame as I reach behind me, not saying a damn word. This time, he’s the one captivated. Unhooking my bra, I let the flimsy fabric fall slowly down my arms before hearing it softly hit the ground. I wait a moment, letting him take me in. He saw all the goodies last night, but not quite like this.
His gaze is intense, sailing over my body, and I feel as though every inch of skin he takes in leaves me physically branded. My thumbs slide into the sides of my thong, ready to push it down, but the slightest shake of his head gives me pause.
Lifting my chin, I meet his eyes as my thumbs fall away, and the way he stares back at me with pure, animalistic lust is the most thrilling and terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. Adrenaline pulses through me like raging water as I fix my heated stare to his. “Tell me what you want,” I purr, a little bolder than I feel, but I’m so wet and ready for this.
“Bed,” he says with a slight lift of his chin, indicating for me to move the rest of the way up the stairs. “On your knees.”
Yes, Sir.
I nod and slowly turn on my heel before walking up the last two steps and settling onto the edge of his bed, hovering on my knees as I watch him. I can see the straining outline of his cock through his pants, twitching with readiness.
His body stills as he watches me, and the need to touch myself is too strong. My fingers skim over my tits, feeling how they pebble under my fingers, and a soft moan slips from my lips. My head rolls as my hand trails further down my body, past my waist, and over my mound.
Cupping my pussy, I grind against my hand through the flimsy material of my thong before pushing the lace aside and sinking down onto my fingers. Gripping my tit with my other hand, I ride myself, groaning with the sweetest pleasure as I watch the way he watches me.
Releasing my fingers, I push them into my mouth and suck them dry, loving the way his dark gaze grows more intense. “Again,” he orders.
Not one to disappoint, I lower my hand once again, this time pushing my fingers inside so damn slow, he groans in agony. Pumping my fingers in and out, I grind down against the heel of my palm, my clit finally getting some relief before pulling my fingers back out again with the sweetest torture.
His eyes flame, pooling with hunger, and I suck in a breath as he makes his way toward me. He reaches the platform and pushes his pants down over his hips. “I hope you like it rough, Angel,” he rumbles, just as he frees his thick erection. My gaze sails down his body, and I suck in a gasp as I take him in.
He’s huge, thick, and girthy, with angry veins leading right to his tip. There’s no way I’ll be able to close my fingers around him. This is a two-hand job.
Good God, just thinking about the way he will stretch me has me quivering.
Fuck.
“Take me in your mouth, Angel.”
Say no more.
Adjusting myself on his bed, I lower on my knees, keeping them spread wide. A giddy thrill sails through my veins, desperate to please him, and I lick my lips, more than ready to see how he tastes.
He steps up to the edge, right in front of me, and that giddy excitement quickly morphs into nerves. What if I can’t fuck him the way he likes? What if I’m not enough for him?
“Open wide,” he orders, reaching around me and knotting his hand into my hair, gripping hard, and taking complete control of my movements.
My heart races erratically in my ears. His thick cock is right there in all its glory, fucking gorgeous and waiting for me to do as he’s asked. All I have to do is open wide and he’ll be pushing inside, fucking my mouth. But I hesitate, not knowing where he draws the line. “Can I touch you?” I ask, not wanting to fuck this up.
His gaze narrows, really considering my question before nodding. “Yes, you may touch me,” he says. “Now don’t make me wait.”
Yes, Sir.
Reaching up, I curl my hand around his thick base, and just as expected, I can’t close my fingers around him. My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips as my fist slowly pumps up and down. While everything screams at me to open wide and take him hard and fast, I want to enjoy him first, not knowing when I might get the chance to play again.
My thumb rolls over the bead of moisture on his tip, circling it before making a show of sucking my thumb into my mouth. He’s salty and delicious, just as I knew he would be.
Needing so much more, I grip him again before leaning in and trailing my tongue up his thick cock, right to the tip. I circle his head with my tongue, tasting more of him before the hunger really hits me, and I finally close my mouth around him.
I take him right to the back of my throat, his low groan doing wicked things to me as I soak through my thong, desperate to feel him stretching me wide. He lets me do my thing, my fist tightening around the base of his cock as I take him even deeper. Needing to feel him, I lift my other hand and curl it around the back of his strong thigh. His body tightens at my touch, but I keep working his cock, letting my tongue roll over his tip before feeling him finally start to relax.
My hand trails up the back of his thigh to his defined ass as my pussy all but screams for attention. Not wanting to cross any lines, I keep moving, sailing up his strong back before bringing my hand around to his chest. My nails dig in and drag over the tight ridges of his abs and then lower, past his cock. I take his balls in my hand, firmly massaging them in my palm as I feel him right in the back of my throat.
My captor growls his approval, and the way I almost come on his bed is so fucked up. I love it.
His hand tightens in my hair, and having enough of my games, he holds me still before thrusting into my mouth. He slams into the back of my throat, and I nearly choke on his delicious cock. I moan for more, and he does it again, not shying away from his warning of liking it rough.
He fucks my mouth hard as my grip tightens around the base of his cock, working up and down with his movements. My hand clenches harder around his balls, feeling the way they tighten within my grasp. He’s close, and fucking hell, I want to be a greedy whore for him. I need him to come. I need it all.
Without warning, he stills, and I feel his hot cum shooting into the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he growls, clenching his jaw as his hand loosens in my hair, falling to grip the side of my face. He closes his eyes, and I continue moving, swallowing every last drop.
He pulls free of my mouth, breathing heavily as I look up at him, waiting to hear what else he needs from me. His thumb stretches out across my bottom lip, taking in his handiwork. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he questions, that sexy-as-sin rasp in his voice reminding me just how dangerous he is.
I nod. “I did.”
He watches me for a second, his gaze narrowing as if unsure of what to make of me. He takes a step back, his gaze sweeping down my body and then between my legs, noticing just how needy I am.
“Turn around,” he growls.
My brows furrow, unsure of what he plans to do, but I don’t hesitate to move around until I’m on my knees at the end of his bed. My heart races, and hearing something behind me, I glance over my shoulder to find him pulling something from the pocket of his discarded pants.
He steps right into my back before brushing his fingers over my shoulder and trailing them right down to my wrist. His fingers curl around it, pulling it behind my back before joining it with my other. He closes something around my wrists, and I gasp in realization before he pulls it tight, leaving me bound.
“Don’t be nervous,” he rasps.
I swallow hard, deciding to trust him just as he reaches around me, fixing a thick, black piece of material over my eyes and tying it at the back of my head, leaving me blind.
My heart races, not sure if I’m willing to trust him this much. He could do anything to me, and I’d be powerless to stop him. I feel his fingers brushing over my skin, and now that I’m relying on all of my other senses, every brush of his hand feels so much more intense.
“Come up on your knees,” he instructs, his lips right by my ear.
I do as I’m asked, rising up until I feel his chest at my back and his hand at my hip. He suddenly pushes me down onto his bed, my tits firmly against the mattress. My knees are spread wide with my ass and cunt offered up like an all-you-can-eat buffet, my thong the only barrier holding us back.
His hand lowers to my ass, and I suck in a breath trying to push back against him, but with my hands tied at my back, I can’t go far. His fingers trail across my ass until he reaches the flimsy fabric of my thong and follows it down, right through my center. I groan, pushing back against him as he passes over my cunt and down to my clit.
He cups my pussy, giving a firm squeeze, and I try to grind down against him, but then he’s gone. Disappointment wells in my chest, and before my pained groan escapes my lips, his hands are suddenly there again, gripping my thong.
He gives one sharp tug and the material rips in two with ease, leaving me bare. I suck in a gasp, feeling the cool rush of air against my pussy before his fingers are there, pushing deep into my cunt.
I groan and push back against him, my eyes rolling as he curves his fingers and massages my walls. I can feel two of his fingers in there, and what I wouldn’t give for a third. He does it again and again until I’m wound right up, but he pulls his fingers free, continuing the sweet torture. He glides his hand down to my clit and rolls it over the tight, sensitive bud, keeping me right on the edge as my hips jolt with fiery pleasure. Then just when I expect him to line up with my entrance and slam that thick cock deep inside me, he steps away, leaving me needy and unsure.
All I hear is the sound of my own heavy panting as the anticipation of what’s to come threatens to end me. Barely a second passes when I hear a soft thud, and before I can try and work out what that was, his mouth closes over my pussy.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my eyes immediately rolling to the back of my head as his warm tongue flicks over my clit before trailing up to my cunt. He plunges his tongue inside me, and I push back against him, so damn sensitive to his touch.
He sucks and nips, and just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel his fingers at my ass, applying just enough pressure to make my eyes roll again. “Oh fuck,” I hiss through a clenched jaw, releasing a groan as he takes my ass deeper.
He gives me everything, working my body until I detonate beneath his skilled tongue. I come hard and fast, and he laps up every ounce of my arousal as my pussy convulses and my high tears through my body. “YES,” I cry out. “Oh God, yes.”
His tongue keeps working me, not letting a single drop go to waste until I come down from my high, and then he’s gone again.
I try to pull against my binds, assuming he’s about to free me, but I hear him making his way down the stairs. The soft padding of his footsteps sounds from across the room, followed by the familiar sound of a drawer opening and closing. “You taste divine, Sweet Angel,” he rumbles, that accent making me wet all over again. “But I’m a man of my word, and I am not nearly done with you yet.”
I swallow hard, listening as he strides back toward me. As he slowly comes back up the steps, his fingers brush over my ass. “What did I tell you out by the pool?” he questions.
I shake my head, barely able to remember the words when his hand comes down in a sharp sting against my ass. “What did I tell you?”
“That you’d fuck me until I believe I want this.”
“Exactly,” he purrs, stepping right up behind me.
His fingers trail through my wetness, drawing it up to my ass and rubbing slow, teasing circles before they’re replaced by something cold at my entrance—something heavy and made of metal. He pushes it inside of me, and I gasp at its sudden, delicious intrusion. My walls contract around it, welcoming it in, but not a moment later, it’s gone again.
I’m just about to ask what he plans on doing to me when I feel something cold and wet. He rubs it around my ass, and with the faint, fruity scent in the air, I realize it’s lube.
A soft moan slips through my lips, understanding that my ass is about to be railed. The cold, metal object is pressed to my ass, and I shiver with anticipation. He starts to push it inside of me, and I gasp with excitement, leaning back against the object to take it deeper, welcoming the full stretch of my ass, only he doesn’t stop until it’s too much.
A soft, pained cry slips from the back of my throat, and I let out a shaky breath, trying to relax around the metal, realizing it must be some kind of butt plug. His fingers trail around my ass and down to my clit, rubbing slow circles, and after a second, the burn of the plug becomes manageable. Hell, it even becomes intoxicating. “Okay,” I tell him, knowing he’s waiting for me to be comfortable. “I’m good.”
Without hesitation, his fingers plunge into my cunt, and I groan, already feeling so full. He massages my walls, making sure I’m ready for him, and not a moment later, his hand is at my hip, holding me still as I feel that big, thick cock at my entrance.
He pushes inside me, stretching me wide, and I suck in a breath as he just keeps going, taking me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me. I’ve never taken someone this big, and with my ass already so full, I’m taken by surprise.
He grips my ass cheek, giving a firm squeeze, and then finally begins to pull back again. “Oh God,” I groan low, my fingers itching to touch him. He gets all the way back before pushing in again, this time picking up his pace. His fingers tighten on my hip, holding me still, and despite not being able to see his face, I somehow know his gaze is locked on my cunt, watching the way his glistening cock moves in and out of me, stretching me wide.
He really starts to fuck me, slamming into me as he applies more pressure to the plug, making me cry out, pushing back against him for more, and without a damn word between us, he gives me exactly what I want. My wrists are freed, and then that intoxicating accent tears through the room. “Touch yourself, Angel,” he growls. “Rub that sweet clit.”
I’ve never obliged so damn fast.
My hand shoots beneath me, pushing between my legs and grazing over my sensitive clit. Electricity pulses through my veins, making my whole body jolt as he fucks me, rotating his hips to take me deeper at every damn angle.
He gets faster, grunting as he thrusts into me, and my eyes roll, wishing desperately to see his face. My orgasm starts to build, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, but I hold on to it, not nearly ready for this to be over.
He fucks me like a goddamn pro, and just as he promised, I scream out, and why I’m here doesn’t seem so important to me anymore. All that matters is reaching that climax.
I apply more pressure to my clit as his hand comes down over the plug, gently pulsing against it and sending me right over the edge. “OH FUCK,” I cry out, coming so hard my pussy spasms continuously around his thick, dominating cock.
My eyes clench as my other hand fists his bed sheets. My orgasm is so powerful, I don’t know how to take it. It’s too much, too hard. My high tears through my body, and I feel as though I could explode. Then just when I thought it couldn’t get better, my Romanian savior comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt.
He makes me feel like a fucking goddess. Just the thought of having that delicious cum inside me is doing wicked things to my body.
My high starts to ease, and as he stills, the exhaustion weighs down on me. I close my eyes beneath the blindfold, trying to catch my breath as he gently removes the plug from my ass, all while his cock remains buried deep inside me.
The metal plug clatters against the ground and rolls one step at a time until it hits the bottom. As much as I loved the feel of the plug, I’m more than ready to take a break.
My Romanian Sex God pulls out of me, and my knees flatten out, dropping right onto his mattress with complete, utter exhaustion. I hear as he pulls his pants back on, and not a moment later, he’s reaching across the bed and freeing the blindfold from around my eyes.
I peer back at him, watching as he reaches down and scoops me into his arms, his cum beginning to slowly leak out of me and spread between my thighs. He walks down the stairs, leaving my discarded lingerie scattered across his floor as he steps out of his room.
Walking down the hall, I look up at him, scanning over his chiseled jawline and gazing at the darkness of his eyes, still not used to their intensity. “You’re staring,” he mutters, not meeting my eye.
I cling to him, barely able to keep my head up as the exhaustion weighs me down. “What’s your name?” I whisper into the silence.
His jaw tenses as we reach my room, and he adjusts me in his hold, freeing a hand to reach out and open the door. He walks into the dark room and takes me straight to my bed, laying me down without making eye contact. I quickly realize that my effort to discover this man’s mysterious identity is going to be harder than I ever thought.
“You know,” I say as he pulls my blankets up to my chin. “The next time you fuck me like that, I want to be able to scream your name.”
“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he tells me, walking back to the door. “But it is not my name that will be on your lips.”
“Dare I ask what it will be?”
He watches me for a breath, his wicked gaze so intense and full of mystery. “I have not yet decided, Sweet Angel,” he says. “Now get your rest. You’ll be needing it.”
And with that, he’s gone, leaving me in the darkness as the memories of being spread out on his bed send me off to sleep with the sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard.