Chapter 32
Imogen
We eventually made it to the bed. Rico is currently brushing my hair with a gentle approach. Even with the small knots he takes his time and never once yanks on the strands.
It should be surprising that a man who harbors death within his hands can be this gentle. But it isn’t. At least not with the man I’ve come to know. The world will never see him as I do. Selfishly I want it to stay that way.
My body is deliciously sore. I ache in ways I never have before. He most certainly ruined me for all men. No one will ever compare.
With deft fingers he works on braiding my hair. “How did you learn to braid hair?”
“It’s much like the ropes I knot. I find it soothing.”
“Ropes are a special interest of yours?”
“Si.”
“Then tell me about them.” I feel him pause mid braid. “Rico?”
“No one has ever taken interest in my interests before,” he mumbles, finishing the braid.
My heart aches for him. “Well, I’m here and I want to know all about it.”
“Really?” God, his voice sounds so small yet hopeful. It almost kills me.
I turn and sit in his lap. His arms automatically wrap around me. I smile at him encouragingly. “Really.”
And then he tells me all about the differences between ropes and specialty knots.
I don’t interrupt him once. I let him go on and on with a listening ear and hear the passion in his voice.
I see the way his interest lights his entire face.
He becomes completely animated. Eyes filled with excitement.
I learn that nylon ropes are the strongest braided ropes while not to be confused with High Modulus Polyethylene which are the official strongest rope to buy.
His favorite rope to tie me with is hemp rope. Gentle on the skin but still serves its purpose in keeping me bound and leaving a beautiful mark when applied tight enough.
“Do you ever one day wish to see me bound in rope?”
He swallows thickly. His pupils are blown wide. “I do.”
I brush the strands of hair from his forehead and twirl them around my finger. “It’s a fantasy of yours then?” He nods. “Hmm, it would be two of your special interests colliding.”
“It would,” he agrees.
I loop my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. His cock becomes hard against me. Despite the pain I ache for him. Not only has he ruined me he’s also created a craving in which I’ll never be satisfied. With him I’ll always be hungering for more.
“Lucky you,” I purr. “Because I am very much interested in making your fantasy a reality.”
His eyes darken with desire. A cruel smirk graces his lips. I feel his fingers bite into my flesh and I hope they leave their mark.
Growing up in the Made Men’s world I always rejected the idea of being owned with great disgust but the idea of being owned by my shadow? Well, it holds a greater appeal.
His nose skims along my jawline. Goosebumps dance across my skin. The low heat simmers at my stomach. He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and then kisses it.
I’ve always been enticed by mixing pain with pleasure. Even when pleasuring myself I would collar my own throat and pinch my nipples to the point they ached. It heightened the pleasure. I could never come without it.
But the friend in college who I had lost my virginity to didn’t understand my needs. Part of the reason why the sex was extremely lackluster. The other because he just rutted inside me without focusing on my pleasure.
And yet a man like Rico who has had no experience brought me to the hardest orgasm I have ever experienced. He gave me pleasure and pain.
His lips brush over mine reverently. “I’ve had these visions of you tied in my rope for quite some time.”
“And how do you have me tied?” I ask breathlessly.
He hums contemplatively. “There are a number of ways in which I could. Breast bondage.” His hand comes between us to cup my breast. Then he brushes his thumb over my nipple and I suck in my bottom lip.
“Box tie,” he says next. My breath hitches as he trails his hand softly along my chest and shoulders.
“Captive tie.” He smirks at me. How fitting.
“But I want to have you in reverse prayer.”
“Reverse prayer?” I echo intrigued.
“You’d sit prettily on your knees. Your back arched. Your hands in prayer tied behind your back. Maybe I can see how far you can take my cock down your tight throat.”
“Rico,” I whine.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? My hand around your throat isn’t enough, is it? Don’t worry, I’ll have you choking on my cock. And you’ll love every second of it.”
I nod my head as I lick my lips. My hips move against him. I’m already wet for him.
He dips his hand between us. The evidence of my arousal coating his fingers. There’s a smug expression upon his face. And I can’t even fault him for it.
“Tell me,” he says as he gathers my arousal, brings it to my clit and circles at a tantalizingly slow pace, “is this pretty pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.”
He hums appreciatively. Without warning he inserts three of his fingers inside me. I gasp, throwing my head back. It’s nowhere near the size of him. I ache for all of him. To feel the delicious sting of pain only his cock can give me.
“Rico,” I drag out his name on a needy moan.
“Tell me what you want. Do you want me to finger fuck you? Or do you want me to delay the gratification until I have you bound and on your knees? What is it you desire most?”
I roll my hips but he halts my movements. I glare at him. He pins me with his famous leveled stare. “Decide,” he demands lowly.
“And if I don’t?”
He shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. Then he slips his fingers out of me and I cry in protest. Bringing the soaked fingers to his mouth he sucks on them. My breath falters. He reveals his now clean fingers and licks the remnants from his lips. I’m lost in a trance. “Then you won’t come at all.”
“You’re being cruel.”
“I would beg to differ. I’ve given you two options. That’s hardly being cruel.”
“Fine then I’ll just take care of it myself,” I say dismissively. As I start to break his hold he flips me on my back and has my hands trapped above my head.
“Like hell you fucking will,” he rumbles from deep within his chest.
I jut my chin defiantly. “I’ve taken care of myself long before you and my hand does just fine. Gets the job done every time.” Taunting him I wiggle my fingers.
Lowering his hips, his cock notches at my entrance.
I try to gain leverage but he bucks my hips back against the bed.
“And since my cock and fingers have been inside you your fingers won’t be able to bring you pleasure any longer.
Not the kind you desperately crave. You’ll forever be unsatisfied unless it’s by me. ”
I raise a cool brow. “You want to test that theory?”
He chuckles darkly. And god it warms my belly. “And if I’m right?”
“You’ll be wrong,” I reply confidently.
“When I’m right,” he says instead and I roll my eyes, “then I’m going to tie you up and deny you orgasm after orgasm until you break for me.”
Even his threat is a sweet promise I can’t help but want. Damn him.
“I hope you’re not a sore loser.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He releases me and crawls off the bed. My eyes stay on him as he stands at the end of the bed. He folds his arms over his chest and I’m gifted the sight of his gorgeous muscles.
I’ve come to realize it doesn’t matter if he’s experienced or not. His blasé at life naturally gives him a particular raw appeal.
While I want to squirm under his scorching gaze I try to tap in on my own nonchalance. I trail my hand down my body and cup my sex roughly. His tongue peeks out. His eyes heavy with concentration on my ministrations. I pry my lips open and show him what he’s missing.
“Do you like what you see?”
“No need for the pointless question. You know I do. Sweet as a peach and wet because of me.”
I gather my arousal and bring it to my lips. Making a show of it I swirl my tongue around my fingers before sucking it in my mouth. Very much of how I would suck him off.
“Mmm, you’re right. I do taste sweet.” His jaw feathers with tension.
I draw my legs up and spread them wide. I’ve never been this brazen before but under his gaze I’m compelled to. I’m on full display and yet I feel no shame. I only burn for him.
My eyes stay on him as I insert two fingers inside me. I pump my fingers in and out at a face pace. But my fingers can’t reach the sweet spots that he can. And my fingers don’t stretch me like he does. I add a third finger in hopes it will make up for it but I ache for him.
“Having trouble little warrior?”
“No,” I huff out. He snickers. Damn, even when he’s cruel he’s downright sexy.
“Admit defeat now and I’ll fill that aching cunt of yours.”
I work my hand faster. “No.”
He leans down on the bed. My eyes rake over him. From his broad chest, to his defined abs and his cock that lays thick and heavy on his stomach with a pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“There’s no need to be stubborn, Imogen. Stop denying yourself the pleasure only I can bring.”
I want to deny him. The stubbornness that runs in my veins wants to prove I don’t need him. But I do. And he knows it.
So I admit my defeat by laying my useless hand by my side. I’m completely open to him. In more ways than one.
He prowls on top of the bed like a predator. It reminds me of the night he chased me down in the woods. Our first encounter. I should’ve known then I would always be ensnared in his teeth.
I lay myself down on the bed as he crawls over top of me.
I’m his willing prey. Ready to be devoured.
“As much as I want to ease that ache between your thighs I need to see your porcelain skin reddened by my ropes.”
“You’re not playing fair.” I pout.
He pinches my jaw and nips at my lips. I try to deepen the kiss but he doesn’t allow it. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I have no doubts I will. Rico, if anything is a man once he’s determined you can’t steer him. It’s worthless to even try.
“Okay.” His smile is so wide you would think I gifted him the world. And just for that, for that dazzling blinding pure joy of a smile it feels like I didn’t lose at all. No, it feels like I’ve won.