33. Surrender
Surrender
Oh shit.
He had that look in his eyes. The same one I’d seen on our wedding night, before he tied me up and spanked me. Pure, unadulterated menace.
He knew I hadn’t stayed in here the whole time, waiting for him like his obedient little wife. He probably knew I wouldn’t, the moment he gave me the order. Whatever. What was one more, anyway? The coffee and bonding with Raya were worth it.
He shut the door and walked past me into the dressing room.
“How did it go with my papi?”
“He’s on board. We’ll discuss it later.”
The knot that had been tied in my stomach since he left began to loosen.
He didn’t look at me as he added, “Right now, we aren’t thinking about your father.”
He crouched down, still wearing his designer shoes, and I had to stop myself from drooling at the sight of his fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black trousers that stretched across his muscular thighs.
He was effortlessly sexy, even fully dressed, and it was quite annoying.
The fact that I was completely naked… even more annoying.
Especially because it made the whole situation feel even hotter.
He opened a cupboard I’d never noticed before and then pulled out three drawers. My eyes widened as I watched him lift the first few items.
A silk blindfold. A strange bar with leather wrist straps. And a leather tassel flogger.
He walked back towards me and then set them out on the bed behind my back.
I didn’t dare move or speak; the anticipation was so intense that my skin burned and my pussy clenched as I pressed my thighs together.
This didn’t look like a punishment. This looked like a bloody good time.
I loved being tied up. I loved being blindfolded.
And after the other night, I definitely loved being spanked.
Without a word, he walked past me again, leaving traces of his delicious, masculine cologne in the air, then went back to the cupboard.
His next journey made me even more excited.
There were toys. Vibrators, clit stimulators, scented lube, and, oh…
shit. Was that an anal plug? I swallowed.
I’d dabbled in anal play with toys before and let my exes use a finger, and it was okay, but I’d never let anyone fuck my ass.
I’d never found the idea arousing. But… with Sani… maybe.
The last thing he collected sent my heart rate tripping over itself.
He was carrying the bright pink strap-on I’d ordered online just to horrify him.
The attached dildo was about the same size as his dick.
There was no way he actually thought I was serious about pegging him?
He wasn’t going to suggest we do it? I didn’t think I could.
I needed to do research. I needed to… not be freaking out.
When he saw my face, he tried to hide his amusement but failed. I exhaled. Okay, he was messing with me. I deserved that. Still, he threw it down on the bed with the rest and loomed over me.
“What’s your safe word, Ribelle?”
I tilted my head back to stare up at him, my heart fluttering and my stomach twisting with excitement and anxiety. “Piadina.”
“I’m going to take your body, your mind, and your pleasure to their limits, and then push past them. Are you okay with me using everything on the bed on you?”
I sucked in a breath as his captivating eyes sparkled with desire and darkness.
“Si.”
“If you don’t like something or it gets too much, say your safe word and everything stops. Capisci?”
“Si, capisco.”
He stared into my eyes for a beat, checking that I truly meant it, then crouched down, brushed his fingers along the side of my jaw, and rolled my bottom lip down with his thumb. My heart had never raced so fast at the mere thought of the unknown, and I struggled to keep my breathing under control.
“Everything I do to you is going to feel very fucking good, Ribelle,” he husked, his eyes glued to my lips before flicking up to meet mine.
I felt high. Drunk on him already. This dominant, alpha side of him was so intoxicating.
“But you aren’t allowed to come. Not until I give you permission.”
My eyes widened. What the fuck?
“If you’re close, if you’re desperate, I want you to beg me. Beg me to let you come. And I might grant it. But if you come without my permission,” he exhaled with a small shake of his head. “We will start all over again. But you won’t do that, will you, bellissima?”
I slowly shook my head. He smiled. “Brava la mia ragazza.”
He leaned in and licked my parted lips so fucking lightly with the tip of his tongue, then moved back to a standing position. My entire body set alight.
“Take what you want, Ribelle.”
My gaze fell on his strained erection, directly in front of my face.
I wetted my lips as I reached for his button and zip.
His huge pierced dick pushed itself free, and my core clenched.
I braced my hands on his hips and stared at the best-looking penis I’d ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about doing this again since he’d denied me.
“Look at me,” he commanded, forcing me to meet his gaze.
I leaned in and took a slow lick along the underside of his cock. His eyes darkened, and his lips parted as he watched me. After lying about how much I hated giving head, I showed him just how good I was at it.
I teased, licked, and kissed every inch until he was panting above me, his hands running through my hair tenderly, as if pulling the strands into a ponytail. He let me explore him and take my time.
When he didn’t expect it, I took him to the back of my throat until I hit my gag reflex.
He hissed, and his grip tightened in my hair.
I pulled back for a single breath, then took him even further, opening my throat until the tip of my nose brushed his pubic hair.
Then I swallowed, my throat constricting around him, and watched his delicious V muscle flex.
A string of curses tumbled from him as I held myself there, fighting my need for air.
I’d found his weakness. Me choking on his dick.
I released him and sat back with a wicked grin.
He groaned, fisted my hair, and pushed me back down, wanting more.
I gave him everything. He gripped both sides of my face and fucked my mouth, hard and fast, as I spluttered around him, loving every second.
He pulled me off, panting heavily, a feral, crazed look in his eyes that made me giddy. I’d done that.
With his hand still in my hair, he tugged, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. He bent down so his face was only inches from mine.
“Did that make you wet, Wife?”
I bit my bottom lip and tried to nod despite his grip. My hair was pulled tighter, and I gasped, “Yes.”
“Show me.”
I parted my knees and ran my fingers through my pussy, fighting back a moan at how sensitive I was to the briefest touch.
I lifted my glistening fingers in front of his face.
Holding my gaze, he closed his mouth over them and sucked.
My pussy pulsed with its own heartbeat. This man was going to ruin me. Completely.
He let go and stood up, pushing his erection back into his trousers but leaving them unzipped.
He reached over to the bed and grabbed the bar with the handcuffs attached.
I tracked his every move as he carried it to the corner of the room and hooked it to a small fixing I’d never noticed on the ceiling.
The bar hung from the rope, and the leather handcuffs dangled from each end. He turned to me.
“Come here.”
My body moved before I could even process the command. It had already submitted to him, surrendering itself freely to do whatever he wanted.
“Lift your arms.”
I did. He strapped each of my wrists to the bar, then retrieved the blindfold.
My heart rate was through the roof, and I’d never been so aroused without being touched.
Panic gripped me when he placed the silk over my eyes and tied it at the back of my head, because how the fuck was I supposed to not come as soon as he touched me?
I really didn’t want to disappoint him. I really wanted to be his good girl. I really wanted him to let me come at some point, but what if I couldn’t hold out? We’d start all over again. Hell no.
I could do it. I would do it.
With my sight gone, my other senses went into overdrive.
I heard him moving. Picking something up.
Then I felt the soft leather tassels drag down my arms, my back, my waist, and legs as he moved around me in a slow circle.
My breathing was erratic. My head fell back between my hanging arms as the tassels caressed my tits, my nipples hardening and tingling at the touch.
And then it disappeared. I squirmed, waiting.
The flogger snapped against my lower back, making me jump and gasp.
It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. Then it came again on my inner thigh, forcing my legs apart.
Two more, and then he moved to my ass. That drew a moan from my mouth.
He chuckled darkly from somewhere on my left as I arched my back, sticking my ass out for more. My skin was on fire, my pussy dripping.
The heat of his body pressed against my back through his clothes, and I jolted.
His erection dug into my ass as he wrapped one arm around me, cupping a breast and teasing my nipple.
His warm, quick breaths tickled my ear, heightening the need vibrating through my body.
And then it came. The soft leather tassels whipped against my clit with one quick motion.
I cried out, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he held me in place.
It came again. And again. His lips teased my throat, his fingers tugged at my nipple, and the flogger assaulted my clit in mind-blowing rhythms that had the orgasm building at an alarming rate.
“Please!” The word burst from my mouth as my body began to shake, trying to hold back the urge. “Please, Sani. I’m going to come!”