Chapter 33
Rico
She lies so vulnerable and willing beneath me. Completely trusting and brimming with anticipation.
My heart pangs against my ribs. An emotion foreign to me lodges itself in my throat. The oddest sensation flutters in my stomach. To be offered the gift of her submission means more than she’ll ever say. Especially when the fight response is so heavily engrained in her.
I release her chin but not before giving her an opened mouth kiss. They’re too tempting to resist.
Gently I scoop her in my arms and set her bare feet on the floor. She raises a brow in question. “It’ll be easier to tie you standing up.” She nods with a soft smile. “Wait here.” Another nod.
With eager feet I practically run down the hall to my weaponry room. It holds all my daggers, knives, guns and rope. To an outside eye I’m positive I look ridiculous waltzing down the halls naked.
After a finger and eye scan because one must always air on the side of precaution in the world I live in, the door opens.
I grab the pre-treated hemp rope and a knife to cut the binds when I’m done with her.
The door automatically locks behind me as I sprint down the hall.
When I approach the room there she still stands waiting patiently for me.
Feeling my presence her eyes catch mine. “That was quick,” she comments with amusement.
“Maybe I thought you would run,” I toss at her. The thought had crossed my mind. Despite it all, what Pietro had said makes perfect sense. And I don’t want to believe the bastard but he came at me providing nothing but facts. Because if Imogen had the choice would it be me?
“I’m not running, Rico. Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to.” The words rush out of me. Raw and fresh. Exposed and bleeding.
“Then I won’t,” she assures me softly. It’s uncharacteristic of me to believe her yet I do. All rational thought and facts surrounding our situation be damned.
Crossing the room I set the knife down on the nightstand. She doesn’t even question why I brought it. Her now blind trust in me pleases me to no end.
I present the rope to her, wanting her to become comfortable with the material. Tentatively she reaches her hand out and glides the pads of her fingers along the rope. “It’s smooth,” she whispers.
“I would never hurt you.” Her eyes flick to mine and I amend my statement. “Never intentionally.”
“I know.”
Satisfaction fills me. “Turn around,” I order gently and she adheres to my command. “I’m going to place your hands in position behind your back. Tell me if it brings you any discomfort. If it does, I'll stop immediately.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
I place her arms behind her back and bring her hands into a prayer position. Then I rest them against her shoulder blades. “Any discomfort yet?”
“A little,” she says tightly.
“I’ll modify it for you. Thank you for your honesty.” I lean down and press a kiss against the nape of her neck. A shiver sluices down her spine.
An accessible variation to the classic reverse prayer is the downward reverse prayer. With practice and correct stretching she’ll be able to achieve the classic. It can be something we work towards. Among very others.
Repositioning her hands I maneuver her palms against each other and place them against her lower back. “And now?”
She smiles over her shoulder. “Much better.”
“Good. I’m going to begin restraining your wrists now. Then I will bind your arms.”
She’s patient throughout the whole process. Shudders of anticipation ripple down her body. As I finish each and every knot I plant kisses across her back.
When I’m done she’s breathless and her skin is flushed.
I turn her towards me. Her eyes meet mine, pupils swallowing them whole.
“On your knees.” My voice has taken on a husky tone. She eases herself to her knees. I press closer and fist my cock in my hand. I probe the tip at her lips. Her tongue peeks out and swipes at the pre-cum.
“You want to choke on my cock, gazzella?”
“Yes, please.”
I pry her lips open with my cock and slide the first inch in. Fuck, she feels incredible already. I wind her braid in my hand for leverage and tug. Her head falls slightly backwards.
“You’re a vision,” I praise. Her eyes glitter. “I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
I drive my hips and shove my cock to the halfway point. Saliva pools around my cock as she struggles to take me. I give her a moment before I drive the rest of the way in. She gags. Her eyes water. But her thighs press tighter. I bet with all the money I have if I cup her sex she’ll soak my hand.
I snap my hips back to allow her a moment of reprieve. The moment she regains breath I drive all the way forward. Tears fall from her eyes and contradictory to how I’m abusing her throat I swipe them away with my thumb gently. I take my thumb and taste her tears. Just as sweet as her cunt.
As I set a brutal pace she sucks me with renewed vigor. She’s a beautiful mess of tears, gags and spit. Her hot mouth feels glorious and her suctioning has me driving even farther down her throat. I place my hand around her delicate neck and I can feel my cock.
A tingle hits at the base of my spine. I’m so close to coming down her pretty little throat.
The sounds of her needy moans and gags does me in. I release spurts and ropes of come. So much that it leaks out of her mouth.
Cock now flaccid, it slips out of her mouth. I collect the remaining droplets and force them in her mouth. She licks at my fingers and swallows it.
I drop down on my knees before her. Lifting her chin with my knuckle I stare at her in awe. “If there is a god then he made you perfectly for me.”
She blinks up at me. Eyes shining like damn jewels. She’s aglow. It’s utterly breathtaking. She’s breathtaking.
The ropes around her breast have already created a beautiful marking. With her back arched I bend down and suck the peeked nipple in my mouth. Her head falls back on a whimper. I do the same to her other nipple.
Trailing my hand down her body I cup her sex. And I’m right. She’s fucking soaked.
“Are you feeling neglected?”
She nods her head, biting on her bottom lip. I slap her pussy and she gasps in response. “I want to hear you. Never deny me your voice.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me,” she begs flustered.
Controlling her body I swivel her by her hips and pin her down on the floor. I draw her knees up and spread her legs wide. Her delectable tight ass is up in the air. Kneeling behind her I palm both of her cheeks. She groans heavily as I mold the flesh in my hands.
Pulling her asscheeks apart I lean down and come at eye level with her glistening pussy. Arousal coats the inside of her thighs. Salivating at the sight I drag the flat of my tongue from her puckered hole all the way to her clit.
Her cry of pleasure echoes through the room. It’s a sound I want to drown in.
She pushes her ass against me and I dive my tongue inside her. Her hips begin to shimmy but I keep them in place. I eat at her like it’s going to be my last taste of her.
It doesn’t take her long until she falls apart on my tongue. I lap up her juices and drink her down. Even through the aftershocks I lick her clean.
Like a rag doll her body collapses to the floor. Her eyes flit open and shut. Heavy breaths ensue between the both of us.
Crossing the room I collect the knife and carefully cut the ties that bind her. When she’s finally free I slide the knife across the floor and massage her muscles.
My cock throbs seeing the marks on her skin. She moans appreciatively as I work out her muscles. With her body completely relaxed I pick her up in my arms and lay her on the bed.
She draws up on her side. Turning the light off I join her. I extend my arm and she places herself against me, her head resting against my chest. She throws her leg over my torso.
I allow myself to live in the moment. To drown the noise in my head by consuming thoughts of her instead.
Because I know the threat that lies ahead has the power to destroy us.