Chapter 29
S he’s here.
Even before I step inside, I can feel her. That electric pull humming in the air, thick and charged, like the moment before a lightning strike.
I kill the engine at the top of the empty driveway, needing the silence to think—but who the fuck am I kidding?
I’ve done nothing but think about her since I shoved her out of the Masquerade with security and told them to bring her here. Told them not to let her leave.
She was never going to.
But a kernel of doubt lingers. That small chance she took the offer and ran but what stops me dead in my tracks is what’s waiting for me on the doorknob.
Her panties.
Black lace. Damp. Still warm from her body and smelling sweet as sin itself.
I take them in my hand and clench them in my fist.
She chose me.
No excuses. No confusion.
She knew exactly what I asked of her.
And she said yes.
The moment I step inside, I feel her presence like gravity. Every room is quiet, still, steeped in that delicious tension of what’s about to happen. I don’t call out. I don’t need to.
Because I know where she is.
I head down the hallway, past the kitchen, toward the room at the end—the one with soundproof walls, a reinforced door, and every temptation a man like me has no business indulging in.
And when I open that door?
Fuck.
There she is.
My angel.
Naked. Bound. Strapped to the cross like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
Her wrists are locked above her head, her ankles secured wide on the base. Her back is arched just slightly, enough to make her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’s trembling. But not from fear.
No, my girl is shaking with need.
I take my time stepping inside, letting the door close behind me with a heavy, echoing finality.
She gasps.
The sound is soft, barely audible, but it shoots straight to my cock.
Her head turns instinctively toward the noise, blindfolded eyes seeking me out even though she can’t see a damn thing. Her breathing stutters, chest rising faster now, like her body knows I’m here.
And fuck, I am.
Every inch of me is wound tight, soaking in the sight of her—strapped down, glistening in the low amber light, ready to be ruined. But not yet. First, I want to watch her squirm.
To let her feel my presence like a storm creeping in.
Because the moment I touch her?
There’s no going back.
I hang her panties from a small hook on the wall, a trophy already won. Then I start to strip.
Button by button, my shirt falls open and hits the floor on top of her nighty. Every inch I uncover is deliberate. Controlled.
Because tonight?
There will be no games.
Only promises.
And the devil always keeps his.
I don’t speak right away. I let the silence weigh between us, thick and pulsing, until I see the subtle tremble of anticipation roll across her bare skin.
“Easy, now. I’m going to take care of you.”
With a slow, deliberate press of a button, the cross begins to tilt back, lowering her body into a horizontal position. Her breath catches at the shift in gravity—her back now flush against the leather padding, arms still extended, legs spread wide, completely at my mercy.
“Just trust me, little rabbit.” My voice is dark, husky with want.
I step between her thighs, still in black leather pants, unbuttoned now, my cock straining against the confines. I’m hard—aching—and it only grows worse when I see her glistening cunt on display, exposed, wet, and waiting.
My hands move first to her ankles. A soft touch. Gentle. I massage the tension from her calves, kneading the muscles as I move higher. She shifts under my touch, restless and needy, her breath coming quicker.
“It’s time you picked a safeword,” I murmur, my voice low and rough with control. “One you won’t forget.”
She’s quiet a moment, then whispers, “Diablo.”
A grin curls at my mouth. “Fitting.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her thigh—hot and lingering. Then another, and another. I nip gently at her skin, licking the faint sting away, tracing the inside of her leg with my tongue as I move up—closer to the sweet heaven between her legs but not there yet. Not quite.
Straightening, I let both hands explore. My thumbs tease the soft skin near her pussy, a subtle promise of what’s coming. But I don’t touch her there—not yet.
“If you want me to stop, you only need to say it once.”
My fingers drag upward, slow and reverent, over her hips, the dip of her waist, the slight tremble of her stomach.
“Answer me, baby.”
“Yes.” It’s instant and full of breath.
My hands reach her breasts and I pause. Cupping her. Squeezing. Pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she gasps again—arches for more.
“Yes, sir.” I correct her with a gentle pinch, and she yelps her reply. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
My good girl is so eager to please me.
“You’re not getting my cock tonight,” I tell her, voice like smoke and sin. “Only my mouth. My fingers.”
I lean over her, my body pressing down. She can feel the bulge of my erection pressing against her dripping cunt, the hard line of it grinding against her center with each inhale.
“Do you understand, little rabbit?” I whisper against her cheek. “Do you want them? To be my willing whore?”
“Yes, sir.” she breathes. Desperate.
“That’s it.” I reward her honesty with the drag of my tongue along the edge of her breast. Her nipple stiffens immediately, and I circle it with slow, torturous precision. Then I suck. Hard.
She cries out.
Her skin pebbles. She’s so fucking responsive—and I haven’t even started yet.
I grab the small leather strap from the wall—a short handle with soft black tassels at the end. It’s not for pain. Not tonight. It’s for control . For anticipation .
She’s already spread out like a feast, naked, her skin flushed and perfect under the low lights. I trail the tassels over her breasts, watching her nipples pebble instantly. Down her stomach, slow and teasing, and her breath catches.
Mmm. Her body’s waking up, every nerve tuned to me.
“Are you a virgin?” I ask, even though I already know from her intake form.
She swallows, but before she can answer, I slide two fingers down her pussy—slick, soft, already dripping for me. I drag them back up, spreading her open with a gentle but possessive parting. Her clit pulses, swollen and exposed.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
“No,” she whispers.
I bring the strap down with a quick flick and smack her clit. She yelps, her back arching.
“No, what ?” I demand, voice low, quiet, but firm.
“No, sir. I’m not a virgin.”
“Hm.”
I lean down and blow cool air over her hot, needy cunt. She shivers—nearly vibrates with want.
“Who did you give it to, little rabbit?” I murmur.
“B-Ben.”
Ben. That fucking name. My jaw clenches. I repeat the motion with my fingers, sliding down her pussy lips, then up again, spreading her just like before, forcing her to feel it all. Keeping her open. Exposed. Mine.
“And were you Ben’s whore?” I ask, dragging the tassels across her slit so gently it borders on reverence. She lets out a long, shaky breath at the sensation.
“No, sir.”
“And why not?”
I kiss just above her mound, not quite where she wants me. Her hips twitch, her fingers curl into the leather beneath her.
Before she can respond, I open my mouth and suck hard on the dip of her pelvis, tonguing the spot slowly, deliberately. She groans instead of speaking.
I flick her clit again with the strap. “Answer me, rabbit. Why aren’t you Ben’s whore?”
I shift to her other thigh, pressing kisses down the inside, marking her. Her legs tremble, her body strung tight with need.
“Because…” she gasps, “I’m your whore.”
Fuck.
That almost undoes me. Almost makes me forget the promise I made—not to fuck her tonight.
Not with my cock.
But I want to.
I want to bury myself so deep inside her she forgets that fucker ever existed.
Instead, I reward her. “That’s very good, little rabbit.”
I settle between her legs, centered now. Close. I inhale her. Purposefully let my nose graze her slick pussy as I breathe her in. She whimpers.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, voice full of awe, realization, need. She knows I’m about to give her something no one else ever has. What she’s been so desperate for.
It hits something dark and possessive inside me. That Ben got to her first makes my blood boil. He didn’t deserve her. Didn’t protect her. Didn’t worship her the way I will.
Because she’s mine now.
I lift my eyes to her face as I lower my mouth. I want to watch her break for me. Want to see the exact moment she loses herself.
My tongue drags slow and deep over her cunt, parting her, tasting her for the first time. Her flavor hits me like a shot—sharp, salty, divine.
And the way she reacts? Fuck.
Her mouth drops open, and she stops breathing for a second—holding it in like if she lets go, she’ll shatter.
She’s perfect.
I’m going to make her feel every second of this.
I flatten my tongue and lick her again, slower this time. From bottom to top, savoring every inch, every tremble. She tastes like silk and surrender, and I could drown in it.
She jolts in her bonds, head tilting back even though she can’t see me.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her, letting my breath tease her before I suck her clit into my mouth.
She jerks, her thighs tensing. I hold them down, my hands spreading her wider, keeping her open for me. There’s nowhere to hide. Not from my mouth. Not from my praise.
“So fucking sweet,” I growl, licking her again, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit in quick, purposeful strokes. “You were made for this. For me .”
She gasps, her hips lifting off the bench, but I press her back down. “Ah ah, rabbit. Let me work.”
She moans, high and sweet, her hips twitching, but she can’t move far. The straps hold her for me. I circle her clit with my tongue, slow and teasing.
“So sweet. So responsive. Just like I knew you’d be.”
She gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth. I hum low, letting the sound roll through her. Her knees tremble, but she’s locked in place.
“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur. “Take it for me. Let me taste what’s mine.”
Her body shivers. The blindfold makes her focus on every wet stroke of my tongue, every breath I exhale against her sensitive skin. Her hands grip the restraints now, fists clenched.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I ask, dragging my tongue down to her entrance, gathering her slick and returning to her clit with another firm lick.
“Y-yes, sir. Please,” she pants.
I chuckle against her pussy, and the vibration makes her cry out.
Focusing on her clit again I give it to her—sucking, flicking, devouring. She’s right there.
“Okay, baby.” I feel it in the way her thighs tighten, in the staccato rhythm of her breathing, the desperation in her moans.
“Please, sir.”
This woman.
“Give it to me, rabbit,” I command. “Show me how pretty you come.”
A few more fast flicks of my tongue. One more strong suck—and she shatters.
Her whole body arches off the bench, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her thighs quake around my head.
I don’t stop.
I keep licking her through it, prolonging her pleasure, making her ride the high until she’s gasping, squirming—too much.
Only then do I slow down. I kiss her pussy, soft now, reverent. Like a thank you. Like a claim.
“Perfect,” I murmur. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She’s panting. Legs twitching with every aftershock that rolls through her. Her cunt glistens, pink and trembling, still reacting to my mouth like it doesn’t know how to come down.
I blow a cool breath across her hot cunt. Then I lick her once more—slow and deep.
She groans loud and wrecked. Music to my ears.
“Tell me, rabbit,” I say, my voice low, rough, but calm. “Why didn’t he worship you like this?”
She swallows hard behind the blindfold, voice shaking. “He said—he said he wouldn’t like the taste.”
I go still.
A slow, cold fury uncoils in my chest.
If that asshole made her feel self-conscious—if he ever made her think that her pussy was anything less than the most delicious fucking meal on this earth—I’ll beat his smug little face into the fucking floor.
She keeps going, soft and hesitant. “He didn’t like it to be… messy.”
“No, baby.” My tone darkens. I unzip my pants because I can’t fucking take it anymore—my cock is throbbing, swollen, angry, and aching for her.
My fist wraps around it instantly.
I spit on her clit, watching her flinch in surprise. It’s not a punishment—it’s ownership.
Desire. Need.
My other hand spreads her open again, dragging the slick mix of spit and cum across her swollen bundle of nerves.
“I like you messy,” I rasp.
My thumb circles her clit. Slow. Steady. Controlled chaos.
She gasps, hips twitching in the straps. I stroke myself in time with the motion, every drag of my hand on my cock matching the rhythm of my thumb over her.
She’s not done. Not even close.
I tease her entrance with two fingers, watching her squirm and stretch for me—then slide them inside. She’s so fucking wet, the sound alone has me biting back a groan.
We both moan.
Her tight little cunt clenches around my fingers and I lose my rhythm for a second. Fuck. I start pumping faster, searching for that spot inside her that’ll make her sing for me.
“Fuck, rabbit,” I grit out, jaw clenched. “This tight hole is gonna make me come just thinking about fucking you.”
“Holy shit ,” she cries, arching as I curl my fingers deep, hitting her just right.
The slick sounds of me finger-fucking her blend with the wet stroke of my palm dragging over my cock. She clenches tighter. Her head rolls. She’s gone.
“That’s it,” I hiss. “Just think about my big cock splitting you open.”
She moans loud, nearly desperate.
“Fucking your sinful mouth,” I groan, watching her fall apart.
She’s close—so fucking close—but I want us to come together .
“Taking your ass,” I add, circling her clit faster now, changing the rhythm—driving her up, dropping her down, then dragging her back up again.
“I’m—!” she gasps, but I cut her off with my thumb. Precise. Devastating. Her body jerks in the restraints.
“Is that what you want, rabbit?” I pant, voice fraying. “You want the devil to claim all your holes? Make you my slut?”
“Yes!” she cries out, panting, trembling.
I growl deep in my chest. I take my cock and slap it against her clit—wet, swollen, sensitive. She whines.
“Bad rabbit,” I say, teasing her with the head of my cock, rubbing it along her slit. She grinds her hips in the straps, chasing it, desperate.
“Yes, sir,” she mewls, needy and breathless.
“Come on, baby,” I strain. I’m right there with her. So fucking close. “I’m gonna paint you in my cum. Show you just how messy I love this dripping cunt.”
“Please,” she begs—and that’s all it takes.
She starts to come again, breaking with a strangled cry, full body shaking, pulling at the leather restraints like she can’t take it, like it’s too much—but it’s never too much for my rabbit.
I watch her fall—and I fall with her.
I groan, deep and raw, as I stroke my climax out. I come hard, shooting onto her clit, still rubbing her as she pulses around my fingers.
Her orgasm crashes through her like a storm. The second one’s worse—stronger. Beautiful.
“That’s it,” I whisper, still working her slowly through it. “Take it. That’s my girl. My good little rabbit.”
She’s trembling. Sobbing. Her head slumped forward on the restraints, breathing ragged.
And all I can think is:
Mine. So. Fucking. Mine.
My mouth is back on her before she even has time to recover.
Licking. Sucking. Taking.
My cum, her slick, my spit—it's all mixed together now, coating her, owning her.
And I want more.
She’s wrecked and trembling, but her body responds like it’s mine . Because it is. She gave it to me the second she walked into my world.
I rip another orgasm from her with my mouth, fingers spreading her wide again. She bucks, crying out— “fuck, fuck, oh my God—please!” Her voice breaks on a moan, cursing, praising, begging… for what, she doesn’t even know.
But I do.
She wants to be taken . To belong to the devil. To be mine .
As soon as her third orgasm ebbs away, I lift myself and cover her body with mine, chest to chest, hips flush. My cock presses hard between us, not inside, not yet—but fuck , I could bury myself in her right now.
I just came, but my cock doesn’t care. I could fuck her all night and still never get enough.
But she’s going to wait.
I’m going to make her crave it. Beg for it.
Then I do something I really shouldn’t fucking do. But I’m going to do it anyway.
My voice is low, guttural when I say, “Taste yourself, baby.”
Before she can even respond, I’m kissing her.
She moans into my mouth like she’s never been kissed before. I taste her on her lips. On her tongue. She tastes like bliss and surrender and something I should never fucking touch.
I don’t kiss women. Not at the club. Not here. Not ever.
I fuck them. Eat them. Break them.
But this?
This is different.
She’s different.
My tongue claims hers, deep and dirty.
She meets it with her own hunger, grinding her slick cunt against my cock, and fuck— I move with her .
I can’t help it.
The pressure is torture. My shaft slides against her clit and her whole body tightens.
We’re breathless. Desperate. And somehow, even bound and at my mercy, she’s the one taking control.
Little brat. Through and fucking through.
But I wouldn't stop her for the world.
She grinds harder. Faster. Riding my cock without taking it inside.
When I feel her start to climb again, I pull my mouth from hers and murmur low in her ear, “Rub this dirty pussy on me, baby.”
“I’m— I’m going to come again,” she breathes, and something inside me—something fierce and violent —wants to protect her.
Hold her. Keep her from ever needing anyone else again.
“Take it, rabbit,” I growl. “Take what you want from my cock.”
She tips her head back and I bite down on the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Marking her again. One more stamp of ownership.
And we come again.
Humping like desperate fucking animals.
Not fucking. Not yet.
But it’s so close it hurts .
When the pleasure finally crests and falls, her body doesn’t stop. She slows, but keeps moving, grinding her hips in a slow, lingering rhythm—like she’s trying to brand me just as deeply as I’ve branded her.
I’ve come twice. Emptied my balls on her stomach. My cum dripping down her sides and soaking the leather behind her.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I reach behind her and unclip the shackles at her ankles. The moment she’s free, she wraps her legs around me tight, locking me to her like she’ll never let go.
And fuck… I don’t want her to.
It would be so easy to slip into her now. Just push inside and feel the heat of her cunt swallow me whole.
But not yet.
We breathe together, panting, hips still moving in a lazy, unconscious dance as we come down from the high.
I stroke her face, watching the way she turns into my touch without hesitation. My other hand slides down her side and grips her ass—full, soft, perfect—before I kiss her again.
I shouldn’t.
It’s dangerous —especially now. With the war with Lorenzo coming to a head. With everything I’ve built on the line.
But there’s nothing— nothing —on the face of this fucking planet that could stop me tonight.
“Perfect little rabbit,” I whisper, kissing her again as my hand drifts from her ass to the smooth curve of her thigh.
“You did so good for me.” Another kiss. Deep. Raw. Mine.
“But I’m going to keep fucking you with my mouth until you cry for me to stop.” My voice is a promise, low and wicked against her lips.
Another kiss. Harder now.
“Then I’ll lick your tears before I make you come again, little rabbit.” I smile against her mouth. “So I hope you know the deal you made.”
I bite her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth.
“Because I’m going to make you pay it. All. Fucking. Night. ”