Chapter 12
Halle
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, shifting from side to side.
The darkness was oppressive, keeping my pulse ticking higher.
When he’d opened the doors of the huge cabinet in the suite, showing off various BDSM implements, I’d almost walked out. Somehow, he’d convinced me to trust him.
Ugh. Now he was giving me the silent treatment and I hated it.
“You’re a man full of surprises.” There was utter silence in the hotel room, not a single sound just as there hadn’t been for at least ten minutes.
I was shackled by velvet to the king-sized canopy bed, blindfolded and aching.
Not only from the second spanking I’d received, but from the incredible passion we’d shared over the last few hours. I’d placed my trust in a man I barely knew, but I had found myself uninhibited with him.
Because Alexsey was so handsome and debonair, or was I surrendering to him simply because of his dominant personality?
I shuddered from the thought, yet my body also continued tingling.
However, the darkness was creating more than just a hint of fear. “Alexsey. Where did you go?”
Another two minutes passed and I hated admitting it even to myself, but I was beginning to panic.
What if he’d left? I couldn’t be found like this, bound and naked.
My reputation would be destroyed. I began struggling in earnest, assaulted by the slight noise of the iron posts. Why had I been so trusting?
So stupid.
“Alexsey. If you’re in this room, let me go. If not, I will hunt you down and kill you.”
As if waiting for my moment of exasperation, the reply was music coming from somewhere in the background.
Gothic music.
A fascinating choice. At least I knew he hadn’t left me all alone.
I lifted my head, trying to ascertain where the soft strains were coming from. Everywhere, the surround sound one of the best I’d ever heard.
A trickle of excitement washed away the apprehension. I’d never done anything like this. Maybe because I’d never trusted anyone to this point. Not even my husband, although he’d never presented himself as the dominating type. Other than in fighting fires.
A sudden depression on the bed pulled my attention away from the music. I could feel Alexsey’s presence resonating deep into my core. He had that kind of effect on me, leaving butterflies in my stomach and a strong sense of need.
And the wanton desire kept me wet and hot. Every action he took, every heated glance and every touch kept my skin covered in goosebumps.
“You’re far too impatient, Captain.”
“You have no idea.” I had a sense he was leaning over me and arched my back, longing for him to brush his fingers around my aching nipples.
“Perhaps we’ll need to work on that.” Every statement he made was as if this was going to continue.
Whatever this was.
It wasn’t. I’d already made up my mind. My life was complicated enough.
And he truly was a very bad man, an even worse influence. I would always think about Emily first, putting her best interests in front of my own. Yet there was no denying the strong chemistry he and I shared.
Something touched my skin and instantly, I moaned. “What is that?”
“You tell me. What do you feel, tough little captain?”
Shivering, I tried to understand what he was doing. With my vision impeded, every other sense was heightened, hearing especially. I strained to comprehend, feeling more relaxed than before. Whatever he was using tickled my skin.
He danced the item he was holding across one nipple then the other. Another moan slipped from my lips.
“A feather,” I whispered.
“Excellent. Your senses are heightened.”
“What are you doing to me?”
“Simply showing you that you can trust me.”
Why was it even important to him? “I don’t know you, Alexsey. How can I trust you?”
“Because I will never hurt you. Open your mouth.”
There was no reason for me to hesitate, but being so vulnerable around him felt awkward. Yet I found myself complying without questioning. When something was placed in my mouth, I almost spit it out.
Then I realized he’d stuffed my mouth with a ripe, juicy, and extremely delicious strawberry. The taste was exquisite, more intense than any strawberry I’d had before. I greedily chomped on it, enjoying the flavor and the coolness the small piece of fruit allowed.
“Every taste enhanced. Every touch elevated,” he murmured, the deep husk in his voice even more thrilling. The alluring sound kept me shivering all over. He continued rubbing the feather along my arms and under my breasts. Every sensation was heightened.
My pussy ached more than before, deep and intense. Juice slickened my inner thighs, the scent of my desire so strong I was almost intoxicated.
The pressure on the bed increased and the moment he rubbed the feather against my slickened pussy, I jerked against the bindings, fisting my hands. I could not believe how sensitive every inch of my body was. Every vibration was powerful, keeping me on a narrow precipice.
He was barely touching me, yet my pussy was clenching and releasing so quickly I was certain I’d have another orgasm.
The heat of his body affected me again and I twisted my hands, longing to touch him. That wasn’t going to happen. Even so, I could tell he was still hovering over me, watching me as I finished chewing the strawberry. I almost asked him for another one when I suddenly felt his lips against mine.
Hot and wet.
The second he slipped his tongue inside, a rush of bubbly liquid flowed into the back of my throat.
Champagne. Not enough to make me choke, just the right amount to awaken even more of my senses.
The kiss was just as powerful as every other one had been, but there was also a heightened level of passion.
And dominance.
He claimed my mouth as he’d done with everything else about me. Completely and without reservation.
As crazy at it might seem, I felt more alive than I’d ever been. Was that simply because shutting down one of my senses had increased the others? Or because I was letting go?
The question continued to tickle the back of my mind, much like he was doing with his tongue. The combination of his hot mouth and the chilled liquid was perfect. When he finally pulled his lips away, I moaned from the loss.
He chuckled and twirled the very edge of the feather from one side of my jaw to the other.
The goosebumps lingered, much like the taste of him did in my mouth. Not only his sweet lips, but his even sweeter cum. My jaws still ached from having his thick cock in my mouth.
With every brush of the feather, I was pulled into a surreal vacuum where all time stood still and nothing else mattered. I’d allowed myself a night of enjoyment and that’s exactly what I was doing.
The handsome Russian took his time, humming to his selection of music.
The song was filled with dark passion and romance, an incessant need that pushed against time.
There was also anger as well as joy, the sound so soulful I was momentarily caught up in the music instead of the handsome, rugged man.
Then I realized what I was hearing. “I can’t believe it. You’re playing the piano in the piece. Aren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“Because I think from now on, I’ll know when you’re playing outside any room before I enter. Dark and brooding. Honest and angry. Such great talent.”
“While I wasn’t looking for compliments,” he said, his voice even more gravelly than before, “I’ll take it. With every moment of trust, the experience should drive you closer to pure ecstasy.”
He didn’t stop with words. Less than two seconds later, he lifted my legs, bending my knees and pushing them against the bed.
I was wide open and vulnerable, but instead of feeling embarrassment, I felt utter joy. Completely free. The moment was exhilarating.
But the wash of emotions and sensations didn’t stop there. I expected the blistering heat of his mouth and tongue buried into my wet cunt.
Instead, the bubbles I’d experienced in my mouth were entirely different splashed across my pussy.
“Oh, God…” My moan was elongated, husky and breathless. He immediately drove his tongue past my swollen folds, licking me furiously. The combination of heat and cold bubbles drove me crazy.
I’d never felt anything like it. Squirming, I pulled so hard on my bindings, the bed creaked from the force used.
Alexsey wrapped his arms around my legs, keeping me wide open as he feasted. I was shocked how quickly my body responded but realized he’d teased every inch of me to the point of oversensitivity.
Now every electric vibration hummed, settling deep within my core.
Every sound he made, every growl and guttural exhale was enhanced by the music. Keeping time with the rhythm. The moment was still surreal. I tossed my head back and forth as he drove several fingers into my wetness while rolling his thumb around my clit.
The effect was insane, my body bucking. He was masterful in his actions, creating a craze deep within then pulling back.
Then his actions became more manic.
Tongue and fingers thrusting relentlessly.
Heated breath keeping me tingling all over.
I was close to losing control, panting as I tossed my head from side to side.
A sudden sharp crack of his fingers against my swollen pussy lips caused me to jerk up, gasping for air. He rolled his thumb around my clit again, pinching it between his fingers. The pain was entirely different than the spanking. Deeper. More intense.
He cracked his fingers against my pussy twice more then instantly drizzled more of the frigid bubbly on my tender tissue.
The crazy war of sensations continued as he placed his open mouth against my wetness, licking the champagne as I writhed and moaned.