Chapter 50
Fifty
ROME
I’ve never seen anything or anyone more incredible than my firefly at this moment. Her pupils are so dilated that I can barely see the green of her irises. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, are parted, and she’s breathing in long, slow breaths.
Her skin is flushed.
Her pussy is so wet and ready for me, and we’re not even close to making her come yet.
I’ll need to put her on her knees in a minute, but first, I grab the butt plug and watch her eyes flare as I put it against her lips.
“Get this wet.”
She opens her mouth obediently and licks the small plug. I know she’s not used to this, so I’ll ease her into it slowly.
But this little red jewel is going to look so fucking beautiful on her.
I glide my hand down her back, over the knots that are exactly four inches apart all the way down her spine, and then urge her to bend over, which she does beautifully.
I drag the plug through her wetness, circle it over her clit, and she arches her back, moaning.
“You like this?”
She whimpers but doesn’t answer me, so I slap her ass once more, loving the way it glows pink for me.
“Answer me with words, Eloise.”
“Yes, I like it.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her ass cheek, over that pink glow, and push the plug inside her pussy, getting it good and drenched, before I drag it up to that tight little puckered muscle and gently, patiently, work it inside her.
My girl gasps again and then moans deep in her throat when the plug is seated inside her, and I push two fingers inside her cunt, loving the way she clenches around me, her walls already quaking with an impending orgasm.
“Oh, you like that.”
“Rome.”
“You could come just from this plug and my fingers.” With my free hand, I press on the red jewel. I can feel it move against my fingers, and she cries out. “Just wait until it’s my cock where these fingers are, and how fucking full you’ll feel. Or better yet, when my dick is in this perfect ass.”
“Oh God.”
She starts to quake, to shiver and push against me. I pull my hand free of her, then stand and back away.
“Rome!”
“Not until I fucking say so,” I remind her and slap her ass again. “And I can do this all goddamn night, Eloise.”
“Fuck.”
“What’s your color?”
“So fucking green and I want you to make me come.”
I grin and push a finger through the rope in the center of her back and bring her back upright, then kiss her cheek.
“No.”
“Rome—”
“What is your color, Eloise?”
“I said it’s green.”
“Then stop complaining.”
She narrows her eyes, but I couldn’t care less.
I grab a green rope and resume tying knots down her left leg, mirroring the work I did on the right, sure to keep her knees clear so it’s comfortable when she kneels.
I can’t wait to get her on her knees.
As I press kisses on her inner thigh, her muscles quiver beneath my lips.
Suddenly, her hands are in my hair, and it feels amazing, but she knows the rules.
No touching.
I pull back out of her reach.
“I need to touch you,” she whispers.
“No.”
But her eyes plead with me, filled with that need and longing, so I take her hands in mine and kiss them, then press them to my chest and let her soak me in for a minute.
“Why?” I ask her.
“Because you let me, and it’s when I feel the closest to you.”
“I’ve been touching you this whole time,” I remind her.
“I know. But it’s not the same.”
If I’m not careful, she’ll bring me to my knees.
“Better?” I ask after a moment and tip her chin up so I can see her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispers. I know she’s not simply talking about allowing her hands on my chest.
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, firefly.” I kiss her gently and then remove her hands from me. “That’s enough now. I have to focus, and I can’t do that as well when your hands are on me. I’m going to restrain them.”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “But not behind me?”
I want to kill him just for this look, this goddamn fear, in her eyes.
“Never,” I assure her. “In front of you.”
She nods, and I grab more red rope and get to work, making knots down her arms and wrists, even between her fingers. Then I cross her arms in front of her, over her belly, so I still have unrestricted access to her tits, and tie them there.
I mastered the art of Shibari in my early thirties, and I’ve worked my ropes over many women over the years, but no experience was quite like this one. Eloise is in a different league altogether.
Her incredibly soft skin is flushed, and each time my knuckles brush against her, her breath hitches so beautifully, it makes my cock twitch in my pants.
She’s back in subspace. Those pupils so wide, her breathing even. I help her down to her knees and walk away from her altogether.
I know I said it earlier.
Unbelievable.
My woman, the love of my life, the only girl I’ll ever want again, is kneeling in our home, covered in my ropes.
Her feet are crossed at the toes under her perfect ass, and I can see the red jewel just above them.
The ropes look like lace, looped over her body and knotted strategically to look like jewelry.
She’s a vision.
And she’s mine.
Hearing her say that she’d leave today brought out something dark and primal in me. If I could keep her just like this, so she couldn’t try to run away, I would.
Without qualms.
Because she’ll never leave me.
I push off the table, where I’ve been leaning, watching her, and kneel behind her. She’s so far under that she doesn’t even raise her gaze in the mirror to look at me.
“Eloise?”
“Green.”
I smile and ghost my lips over the ball of her left shoulder, the one that’s hurt.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
I want to take her to the brink once more before I set my hard, pulsing cock free and fuck her.
I want to make her as crazy for me as I am for her.
“Look at how gorgeous you are in my ropes.” She bites her lower lip, and I reach around to tug it free with my thumb, then cradle her throat in my hand, not squeezing, just holding. “Have I told you how perfect your breasts are?”
“No.”
“Well, I should be killed for that alone. I fucking love every inch of this incredible body.”
Now her eyes jump to mine, and she frowns as if she’s confused.
“Why?”
I blink at her.
“I don’t understand,” she continues with a whisper. “You could have anyone. Look at you.”
Her eyes dance over my reflection.
“You’re so handsome. Dangerous. Strong. Powerful.” Her voice takes on an edge that I fucking hate. “And I’m … this.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl next to her ear.
“I’m—”
“Eloise, you’re beautiful—”
“Yellow.”
I rear back as if she struck me and stare at her reflection. “You need to talk to me, firefly.”
“The ropes are beautiful,” she says. “And I hope we do this often because I might be addicted to it now.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“We can talk about it later.”
“We’ll talk about it now.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and hold her against me, watching her gaze in the mirror. “Tell me why you don’t think you’re good enough.”
“Loveland didn’t even want to hire me. My dad reminded me on the regular that I’m too fat, too plain, too … everything.”
I shake my head, but she keeps talking.
“And I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I guess I just don’t get it. I don’t see it.”
“Okay.” I kiss her neck, still watching her. “I’ll show you. The minute I saw you walk into my club, I knew you were mine. I felt it down to my bones, and I was looking at you through a video camera.”
She bites her lip but doesn’t interrupt me.
“Your lips are so goddamn fuckable, and I love the sass that comes out of them.” My thumb drifts over said lips, and she smiles softly. “Those green eyes of yours will get you anything you want.”
“Good to know.”
I smirk and continue. “I can’t keep my hands out of your hair.
Off your body. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone the way I want to touch you.
Your breasts are full, and your pink nipples are every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had.
I love lying my head on your stomach while we watch TV.
Your softness is such a contrast to your inner strength.
Your legs wrap around me perfectly. And your pussy. ”
I groan and rest my mouth on her shoulder as I push my hard cock against her lower back, unable to stop myself from grinding against her.
“Christ, there’s nothing about you that I don’t want. That I don’t crave. I lose myself in you, Eloise, and I don’t ever lose myself in anything.”
Tears fill her eyes as she leans into me.
“Thank you.”
“If you ever question how fucking beautiful you are, you just tell me, and I’ll remind you that there’s no one in this world I want more than you.”
She swallows thickly as my hand glides down the front of her, over the ropes, and between her legs, where she’s still sopping wet for me.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Eloise. And then I’m going to carry you upstairs and make love to you in our bed.”
She nods and bites that lower lip, and I pull her onto her feet. Her hands are bound, so I can’t put her on her hands and knees on the floor.
Well, I could.
But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. That’s for another time.
I walk her over to the table and bend her over it.
“Cheek on the wood,” I instruct her, and she complies. “Legs spread. Wider.”
Fuck, she’s a work of goddamn art. That she can’t see that agonizes me.
“Color, Eloise.”
“Green. Absolutely green.”
We’re back in the zone from earlier, and it sends a new shot of adrenaline through me as I smack her ass with a loud slap.
“Rome!”