11. Loved
Loved
Electra
I was naked, standing in front of Bastian, who stared at me like a hungry lion.
His eyes roamed my body from head to toe, making me fidget on the spot.
I didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze; I was just impatient to find out what he was up to.
He didn't look like he wanted to have some fun with me.
The love and desire were evident in his eyes and on his handsome face, but he didn't do anything, which suggested he was about to devour me.
"What do you hate about yourself?"
His question took me by surprise. I cast him a confused glance, furrowing my eyebrows. “Too many things” could be an answer to this.
"I hate my nose," he announced, and I smiled, not believing his words.
His nose was perfect, like everything on him.
"When I was a child, Andreas always made fun of me because of it.
Then, he punched me and broke it. I was traumatized," he explained, and I almost burst out laughing.
It felt unreal that he could be unsure about something, especially when it included his stunning looks.
"Your turn, princess." He sat on the bed. His eyes didn't leave my face, giving me time to reconsider my answer, yet I didn't know what to say.
"I hate basically everything," I whispered, staring at the floor. I was ashamed of my body and my lack of confidence. I was naked around him many times, but this felt different. It was like he was studying my soul, and I feared what he might find there.
"Everything?" He gave me a doubtful look and leaned back, supporting his upper body with his arms while eyeing me. "Are you sure, sweetie? Because I'm confident that I like many parts of you."
He moved his eyes from my face to my chest, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. I tried to suppress a giggle, but when he drifted his gaze to my hips and licked his lips, I failed, and my shoulders started to shake.
"Something funny, princess?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, grinning at me.
He could charm me with his presence and sweet talk all day, showing me how much I meant to him.
I knew this was real. I was sure of our relationship and my feelings for him.
Yet, I wasn't prepared to face the world. His world.
He was right at the party the other day. People in his life would eat me alive.
"You're cute," I pointed out with a wide smile, laughing at his expression. He obviously didn't like my choice of words.
"Cute?" he echoed, blinking a few times before he got up from bed, frowning at me. "I'm a six-foot-four-inch tall, muscled adult male who, in some circumstances, can be pretty damn terrifying. I'm positive that ‘cute’ isn't the right word here."
"What’s wrong with it?" I gave him an innocent look, biting my lower lip. He came closer, his eyes glowing with mischief, and my heart skipped a beat. My mind instantly showed me the sparkling title, "fucky time."
Without warning, he grabbed me by my throat and roughly pinned me to the wall, pressing his massive body against mine. I felt the wetness pool between my legs, and when he licked my neck and started whispering in my ear, I was very quickly transported into the submissive mindset.
"Do you still think I'm the cute one?" he asked hoarsely, making my body quiver and blood rush through my veins. He nibbled my earlobe while I tried to stand properly because my legs turned to jello .
"Every beast...can be a...cutie," I breathed, panting when he gently bit my neck and moved his hand over my naked breast. He squeezed my erect nipple, making me whimper from the sudden mix of pain and pleasure. I looked at him, only to see his signature devilish smirk appear on his gorgeous face.
"Then, let's take this as an introduction to the beast," he growled.
The tiny hairs on my whole body stood on end when I noticed the change in his demeanor.
I never saw him like this. His narrowed eyes were darker and full of mischief; his expression was unreadable, and my insides danced with excitement.
I squealed when he took me by my arm and tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll, grinning at me.
I watched him as he took off his T-shirt and shorts, showing me his perfectly ripped body.
He was a fantastic example of a male specimen, and I could only thank the heavens for being the one who could enjoy his firm muscles and his cock tearing me apart.
Because that was precisely what I was expecting from him.
There was no way in hell this raw animal would be gentle with me.
And I was right. He joined me on the bed, only to turn me onto my stomach and spread my legs.
He ordered me to lie still, face down, with my arms behind my back.
I obeyed, waiting for him to return from the walk-in closet where he stored his toys.
He was only away for a few seconds, but I didn't see what he brought.
For the next two minutes, he was working on tying me down.
It wasn't anything complicated; basically, he connected my wrists with my ankles, forcing my ass up in the air.
I couldn't move, while he had perfect access to all my private areas.
My face was buried in the cushion, concealing my ragged breathing.
I was in bliss just from being in this position. He barely touched me, and my juices were almost on my inner thighs. It was wild how aroused and eager I was. I couldn't wait for him to start playing with me.
I gasped when he entered me, checking my wetness with his fingers.
His low chuckle reverberated through the room, and very soon, I felt his lips and tongue on my ass, licking, kissing, and biting it.
His hands traveled over my body, from my shoulders down to my hips and thighs, while I wriggled and moaned, enjoying his touches .
"You're perfect, princess," he said into my ear, slightly startling me because I hadn't noticed when he moved up to my neck. He kissed his way to the side of my face, ending on the cheek. "Let's move to the next part."
He pecked my brow and pulled away from me, leaving me breathless. I wanted to watch him, but it wasn't possible because of the restraints. So I was waiting for him to surprise me again, and the anticipation was killing me.
"First, meet your new buttplug." He took a fistful of my hair and lifted my face from the mattress, showing me a piece of metal with a fluffy tail.
"Lick it," he ordered, placing it into my mouth. "Be thorough, princess. Otherwise, it'll hurt to get it inside."
I gathered saliva, working it as if my life depended on it.
I remembered the tearing pain from anal sex, and I didn't want to live through it again.
But my muscles relaxed when I noticed Bastian's lube on the nightstand.
He was just teasing me. I knew he would never purposely hurt me, so my fear was mainly based on experience rather than from not trusting him.
When he was finally satisfied with my work, he withdrew the butt plug from my mouth and moved to my ass, preparing me.
He was massaging my hole while also gently rubbing my clit, and the combination was making me crazy.
By the time he inserted the cold metal piece inside of me, I was a panting and moaning mess, begging him for release.
But he didn't grant me my wish. He wanted to play.
"Do you remember this?" he asked, and I felt the leather tails of a flogger on my back, moving down to my bottom.
"Yes, sir,” I breathed, expecting him to hit me. Yet again, he didn’t do it. He squeezed my butt cheek with his hand, slapping it gently before moving to my right side. His palm traveled up my back, making my whole body tremble and quiver.
“You are mine, baby girl,” he stated in a firm voice, crouching next to my head, brushing the hair away from my sweaty face.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel me everywhere.
” He kissed my cheek, brushing his nose along my jaw, smiling softly.
“And when I’m gone, you’ll be reminded who you belong to with every move.
” He buried his fingers in my hair, raising my head and talking against my lips.
“No sentence, comment, or word could make you sad if you know who has your back. You are mine, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. ”
Tears welled in my eyes when I was listening to him. He confirmed his statement with a tender kiss, which brought the butterflies in my stomach to life. Because of those horrible people, I almost forgot what an amazing man was sharing his home with me.
I had everything in him. A friend, partner, and lover. He was my rock. Why I was scared of someone when I had him was beyond my comprehension.
"Let's have some fun, princess," he muttered, standing. I only saw his naked legs, and after the command to look up front, I was staring at the headboard, not knowing what to expect. And he never failed to surprise me.
In the beginning, he teased me with leather tails, brushing them against my hot skin or my throbbing pussy. He gave me a few gentle strokes on my ass, preparing me before he started his work.
He didn't lie when he said I would feel him everywhere.
He was mostly hitting my bottom, but my thighs and back got an even portion of strokes as well.
My skin was stinging. I was crying, moaning, and groaning, not sure if I was in heaven or hell.
I was biting the cushion one second because he hit my butt hard, and the next, I was begging him to use more force.
I was confused by my own body, not able to tell what I wanted, but I enjoyed it anyway.
It was only me and the flogger in Bastian's hand.