CHAPTER FOUR
POV: Roman
She doesn’t speak when I bind her wrists.
Harper lies on her back with no strain. Just the weight of knowing she can’t move unless I let her. She is already breathing faster. She is placed on the center of my bed with her legs parted, naked but for the blindfold.
I haven’t touched her yet.
The room is clean—stone, black leather, nothing soft but the bed. The sheets are warm beneath her. She doesn’t reach for me. She waits.
She’s learning fast.
I press one hand to her stomach, just enough for her to feel the shape of me kneeling above her. She jerks under it.
“You nervous?”
She nods.
“You should be.”
She whimpers when I speak. I reach between her legs. My fingers find her soaked. Her wet pussy comes into view, it's glistening and hot.
She’s not just ready, but needy and sensitive already.
Perfect.
I stroke her slowly. Not enough.
She moans.
I stop. Then start again. I watch her try not to beg.
She’s shaking in less than a minute. Her hips roll, searching for more. I keep my pace the same. I pause for a moment and sigh.
I revel in the sight of her soft bare pussy. Her lips are swollen, her clit is peeking out. Her scent is sweet and musky in the humid air. I caress her smooth thighs and circle her inner sides close to her pussy before leaning in and taking in the velvety scent.
My tongue drags and I flick it along her soft, bare lips. Her legs are trembling. I part her folds, like an oyster and dip my tongue inside. A gasp escapes her.
I slip my index finger up into her dripping wetness, and another one in her tight little ass. Her moans grow louder as I keep playing with my mouth and fingers.
“Please,” she breathes. “I’m close—”
I dip my head and slide my tongue over her. Quick, precise flicks. Nothing deep. She jerks again.
Then she gasps. Again. I don’t stop.
Her hands curl against the restraints.
“Roman—”
“Those tears?” I whisper against her as I raise my head to find her wet cheeks. “They mean I’m doing it right.”
She cries out when I say it. Loud. She’s close again. I feel it in the way her legs try to snap shut, in the way her body bucks when I don’t let them.
Harper lets out a tiny yelp as her cum gushes out at last. It floods my tongue. I cradle her pliant body in my hands, tenderly keeping her open, taking in all the soft cum it ever wants to give.
My dick is so hard, it throbs with every pulse of her fucking juicy cunt. I watch her try to catch her breath, pushing in and out her chest, her tits bouncing like crazy.
Her thighs tremble continuously in my hands. I wait a moment, then I lift them higher and keep going.
I’m faster now. My tongue is steady, fingers slick with her. I work her right up to the edge—and pull back again.
She sobs. Real tears now. I wipe one away with my thumb but don’t slow.
“Please,” she says again. Voice cracked. “Please, I can’t—”
“You already are,” I answer.
I cup her full right tit and gently tweak her hard nipple as I continue. Her taste is driving me wild. I feel the steel rod in my pants straining to be let out and freed.
I push her further this time. Over and over. I edge her, then keep going. I work her until she forgets where the edge even is.
She breaks.
The second orgasm tears out of her like something involuntary. Violent. Her whole body lifts off the bed. Her thighs twitch. Her breath cuts in and out like her lungs don’t know how to keep up.
Still, I don’t stop.
Her mouth is open but she’s not making words anymore. Just raw, wrecked sound.
Her fingers tremble against the binds. Her throat’s wet with tears.
I slow only when her hips begin to falter—too sensitive now. Skin twitching. Now she’s crying for real. Mouth slack. Shoulders shaking.
I stop with my mouth only long enough to reach beside the bed. The drawer’s already open. I knew I’d need it tonight.
She can’t see what I take out.
It buzzes once in my hand. Just a soft hum. Small. Precise. She tenses before I even touch her with it.
“No—please—”
“You said that last time.” I press the vibrator to her clit.
Her head jerks back.
She screams.
I hold it steady while I slide two fingers inside her—finally. She clamps down around me like her body’s been begging for this exact pressure.
Her breath stutters. Her thighs pull tight. The tears start again.
I rotate the toy, angle it until her legs kick. Then I do it again.
Her voice breaks. “Roman—Roman, I can’t—”
I press deeper with my fingers. Curl them slow. She starts to come again, fast and messy.
“You feel that?” I say, lips at her stomach. “That’s what you earn when you give up everything.”
I don’t stop. I don’t let her recover.
Another orgasm builds on top of the last. Her body doesn’t get to choose. She’s crying and convulsing, begging into the mattress.
She’s wrecked.
And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I reach up and untie the blindfold. She blinks hard, cheeks streaked.
“Eyes on me.”
She finds them. Barely.
“You feel what I did to you?”
She nods, still panting. Still open.
“I didn’t even fuck you,” I say.
Her breath stutters again.
I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “Next time, you beg for that. But not tonight.”
I reach between her legs again, just to feel how soaked she still is. I bring my fingers to her mouth.
I feed her the taste of her own surrender.
She doesn’t even flinch.
I lie beside her after that. Let her fold into me. Her body’s too tired to speak, but her hand finds my chest. Just rests there.
I don’t move it. I don’t want to.