Chapter 51
TERINA
Present
“Bonny, out.” DiAngelo sends the dog out of the bedroom after dropping me on the bed, then closes the door behind her.
I sit with my legs under me, devouring his every move as he retrieves four black leather cuffs from a dresser drawer. They’re wide with shiny silver buckles. His adept hands work them with skilled ease as he attaches one around each of my wrists and ankles.
He yanks the duvet and top sheet off the bed in one swift movement. “Bra off. Lie on your back, hands and feet out.”
D the dominant is back, thrilling me to my core.
This is his domain, and within these walls, he reigns.
I move without hesitation. I trust him implicitly and want nothing more than to follow his lead.
I’m so eager to do as he says that embarrassment over the visibility of my scars is only a passing thought.
He’s seen them. I have no reason to hide, though the echo of shame is hard to erase. It’s going to take time.
Sensual music begins to play a seductive beat all around us.
“That’s it, firefly. Wider.” His hungry gaze surveys the banquet before him. He saunters to one corner and retrieves a black cord from beneath the mattress. One end is secured out of sight, while the other has a metal slide bolt latch.
“Was that there the whole time?” I ask, astonished. I’ve been sleeping in here for weeks and had no idea the bed was rigged for play. What else don’t I know?
D attaches the bolt to my ankle cuff with a wicked glint in his eyes. “That and more.”
More? Sparks fly as my brain short-circuits. What other sex-god secrets is he keeping? I want to know all of them. Now.
I’ve never been so turned on without a single touch.
DiAngelo’s stare is so visceral, my skin heats in its wake as he prowls around the bed and secures each of my limbs until I’m fully secured spread eagle.
You’re going to make a mess of the bed.
The thought flashes through my mind when I notice the sensation of arousal slowly dripping from my entrance. With my legs open, there’s no keeping it contained.
I squirm a little, but the tightening of my inner muscles only makes it worse.
“What’s wrong?” D asks.
“Umm, I’m worried I’m going to make a mess,” I admit quietly.
He rounds to the end of the bed so that he’s standing directly between my legs. His stare locks on my center, amusement tugging at his lips. “I see what you mean.”
He eases himself onto the bed, his gaze never deviating as he lowers himself between my open thighs. He draws his tongue in a languid sweep of my center, lapping up my juices.
“Mmm … I could eat you out all fucking day. And while a mess doesn’t bother me, I don’t want you worrying about it.” He rises, shifting farther up until our bodies are aligned, though he’s careful not to touch my healing burns.
Before I can answer, he coaxes my lips apart and fucks my face with his tongue.
That’s the only way I know how to describe it—an erotic invasion that teases and titillates.
The fact that I can taste myself on him only heightens the sensations because I can tell that’s the point.
He wants me to know how thoroughly he adores everything about me.
“Will you feel better if I get a towel?”
His voodoo tongue fuck renders me senseless, and I have to blink a couple of times before my brain catches up. “Yes, please.”
He nips my bottom lip between his teeth before slowly releasing it. “Such a good fucking girl. I want you to tell me these things so that when the fun begins, you’re not distracted. The only thing you should be thinking about when we’re together is how good I make you feel.”
A colony of butterflies takes flight in my chest.
This man is so much more than I ever could have imagined, and he wants me.
Every neurotic, goofy, messed-up inch of me.
He wants me so much that he didn’t want my yoga instructor to even touch me.
Not to mention, he practically fought my little brother for talking about me.
He’s seen the worst of me, yet his desire is unconditional.
He’s protective and trustworthy and…
And I think I love him.
The words settle into my soul like marshmallows melting into steaming hot chocolate.
When he returns from the bathroom, he’s carrying a towel and a toy. My gooey emotions take a back seat as arousal jumps back behind the wheel.
I lift my backside for him to insert the folded towel beneath me, then watch as he holds up the small blue device for me to see.
It’s not a dildo, nor is it like any bullet I’ve seen.
It almost looks like a curved seashell, one end to be inserted and the other reaching around for the clit.
I can already tell I’m going to love it.
“Before you start to worry, yes, it’s brand new. I’ve been wanting to do this since that very first night when I heard the buzzing coming from your room.”
My eyes bulge wide. “You could hear that?”
He clicks on the device in answer, a devilish smile creeping wide across his face.
“I did, then I fantasized about it a hundred times over, which is why I couldn’t stop watching when I saw you in my bed. You were even more perfect than I’d imagined.”
Embarrassment blends with pleasure to pinken my cheeks.
DiAngelo cycles through the toy's various vibration patterns until it stops. Except it doesn’t fully stop. It suddenly buzzes to life briefly, then goes silent again for several seconds.
D grins, then eases one end of the blue shell into my pussy and aligns the other end over my clit. It bursts to life in the process, drawing a gasp and moan from me before going silent again. The sudden pulse is excruciating in the best way.
I can’t tell if it’s divine or diabolical.
Like D, I think it might be both, and I’m here for it.
DiAngelo wedges some of the towel behind the toy so that it stays in place, then goes back to the dresser. This time, he returns with something that scares me a little.
“Is that a … ahhh …” The vibrations derail me. “A flogger?” I ask breathily.
He holds the woven brown leather handle with one hand while leather ribbons glide along the other.
“It is, but I don’t want you to worry. And if this is too much, too soon, tell me.
As you’ve probably noticed, I have particular tastes.
Maybe not the norm, but nothing you should fear.
I would never hurt you, Rina. Do you believe me when I say that? ”
I nod my head, my nerves getting the better of me.
“Words, firefly.”
“Yes, D.”
“Have you ever experienced a flogger?”
“It’s like a whip, right?”
“Not exactly. It can do a lot of things using both pleasure and pain.” He gets close enough to kneel on the bed, then trails the ends of the flogger from my stomach up to my chest, moving it across one breast to the other just as the toy surges to life.
My body practically levitates from the bed.
“Oh God.” It’s part exclamation and part moan.
“See, it’s versatile.” He accents his words with a quick snap of the flogger.
The leather ribbons bite at my breast, sending a bolt of lightning directly to my clit.
D leans in and uses his tongue to lave at the stinging nipple.
“I thought you’d like that. If today proves anything to me, it’s that you were meant to be mine.
I’m meant to show you how to utilize pain properly, without harming yourself.
” He trails the flogger down my side to my thighs.
My breath comes in shallow pants.
“I thought you didn’t believe in fate,” I tease.
He narrows his eyes playfully, then snaps the flogger over my pubic mons, careful not to hit the burns above. The vibrator buzzes immediately after.
My body writhes with sensation.
“I’ve learned the rules don’t apply where you’re concerned.” He flicks the flogger against my inner thigh. One side. Then the other. It’s not at all hard. The sting is just enough to distract from pleasure, which builds with every pulse.
“D, I need more,” I cry when he continues to work the flogger back up my body. My arousal has reached devastating levels, but ebbs shy of release without a continued source of stimulation. This sort of delicious purgatory could drive a person to madness.
“Mmm … we’ll have to build up your tolerance. But not today. You’ve been so incredibly brave.” He reaches between my legs and clicks the vibrator onto a steady setting, then uses his hand to rock the device against me.
My consciousness splinters from the world around me until I drift on a river of ecstasy. My body is engulfed in violent pleasure. Waves of radiant light flood my veins while flames consume me.
And in the wake, there is effervescent serenity.
I am undone.
“I will never tire of making you come,” DiAngelo drawls in a ragged voice. He turns off the device and removes his pants.
I watch through slitted eyes, too sex-weary to fully open them. “Promise?”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “That’s a promise I’m happy to make.” He unclips my ankle cuffs and coaxes my knees to bend so that my feet are up near either side of my rear.
His rough hands trail down my inner thighs. He slides his hands along the apex, pressing my swollen lips against themselves. I groan from the gentle massage that stirs to life a spark of need.
“You don’t take birth control.” It’s a statement, but I know what he’s getting at.
“I have an IUD.”
“Thank God,” he breathes. “I’ve never gone unprotected, but that’s not gonna work with you. I need to feel what it’s like to be inside you without anything between us. You okay with that?”
“Yes, D.” It’s the easiest question I’ve answered all day because I want the same.
His rumble of satisfaction gives my heart a gentle squeeze.
DiAngelo moves up my body, the sinew of his muscular shoulders visible as he supports himself above me. He brings his lips to mine at the same moment his scalding cock teases at my entrance. I lift my legs back, angling myself in invitation.
“Tell me if you need me to slow down—this might hurt.” The strain in his voice is woven with worry. It’s the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard.
“I will.”
He rocks himself inside me, just an inch at first, then two. He’s not only careful to go slowly but to keep himself suspended above me enough not to risk contacting my burns.
I moan at the fullness. “It feels so good, D. Keep going.”
“So fucking tight … scared I’ll rip you,” he hisses on a shaky breath.
He’s not totally wrong. It does sting, but in a good way. And the pressure of him filling me is incredible—like he’s burrowing a path straight to my welcoming heart. I don’t ever want this sense of deep connection to end.
When his cock is fully sheathed inside me, his entire body shudders.
“This is where I belong. You’re mine, firefly. All fucking mine.”
“Yessss, D.” I don’t know if I’m responding to his words or his movements because he’s begun to ease himself out of me, then slide home in commanding thrusts. Claiming me. Possessing my body and soul.
Electric need builds in my core as he fucks me with increased intensity. The sensitive nerves already stimulated by my earlier orgasm flare back to life.
My arms pull against their bindings, desperate to wrap around him. I want the connection but also leverage. I need more of him. I want to counter his thrusts until we’re fucking with such violent abandon that our bodies become one.
DiAngelo reads my mind and inserts an arm beneath me, securing me in place to fuck me that much harder.
“Oh God. I’m going to come again.”
“Give it to me, Rina. Soak my cock with your cum.”
His filthy words send me over the edge. Blackness threatens the edges of my vision as pleasure consumes me. D moves faster and faster until he bellows his release with one final thrust, holding himself deep inside me where I can feel him pulse and throb.
Not once does he allow his body to even graze my healing skin. Even in the deepest throes of passion, he keeps his body curved to protect mine. That’s no accident. It’s devotion.
I wrap my legs around his waist since it’s the only way I can hold him.
“You’re going to marry me, Terina Donati. You’re going to marry me and be mine.”