“You won. We both know it. Quit mocking me and undo the fucking cuffs.”
He chuckles and lifts his hand to my face. His knuckles graze my cheek, and I close my eyes. I hate myself just a little for it, but I like the gentle touch. A part of me is relieved I’m here, getting this do-over. It’s as tainted as the money that paid for this house, but maybe I won’t be crying in a bathroom stall when it’s all done.
I would never admit this to Settimo. Or to anyone, for that matter.
Settimo’s hand leaves my cheek, and he pushes my chest. I fall back with a gasp and hit my head on the plush mattress.
Settimo rolls me over and roughly yanks at the cuffs, unbuckling them. It all happens so fast, I can’t catch my breath enough to tell him to slow down.
When the restraints are off, he throws them to the floor and runs his hands from my ankles to my ass. The trail his hands make is slow but rough, the pressure he puts on my skin meant to be anything but gentle.
He palms my ass for a moment before slipping his hand inside my panties. He trails a finger over my crease, and my eyes go wide when he touches myveryprivate hole. I gasp again and raise onto my knees to try and crawl away, but Settimo pushes me back down, his free hand firmly planted on my lower back.
He inserts his finger, and the sensation robs all the breath from me. I can’t take in air, let alone speak.
“I thought about fucking your ass last time, but I was in a hurry. I regret that.”
“Settimo,” I manage to croak. I suck in a frantic breath and try to crawl away again, but he doesn’t let me budge. His finger moves inside me, in, out, in, out.
“Would you relax?” There’s far too much humor in his voice. “I’ll get the lube in a minute.”
“Settimo,please.”
“Hm.” His movements cease. “I really thought I’d like begging, but I guess not.”
He slowly removes his finger from me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. His hand lifts from my back, and he shifts the bed fumbling with something behind me.
It’s a mistake not to move, not to try to crawl away again, but by the time I realize it, it’s too late. He climbs on top of me and straddles my midsection while he snakes his hand underneath my neck and lifts.
My breath is once again knocked from me, and Settimo takes the opportunity to weave the gag around my head. There’s a ball he inserts into my mouth, and despite my protests, he manages to get it in between my teeth and snap the gag in place.
I mumble behind it, but he either doesn’t know what I’m saying or he doesn’t care.
Wait.
Stop.
What the hell are you doing?
I struggle with him on top of me, and he holds my shoulders down, preventing my hands from reaching to unclip the gag.
His cock is hard and impossibly large against my ass, and it only grows with my struggles.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” he says, breathless.
With that, I still. I’m only making things worse.
He shifts down my legs, until he’s off me and his weight leaves the bed. He grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge, and then he pulls me to my feet. His hand instantly grabs my wrists, and he holds them to my stomach while he forces me over to a bed post.
He shoves my back into it and grips my wrists tight while he undoes his tie in jerky, frantic movements. He likes this. His hands are shaking, and his eyes are wild with pure, savage desire. He looks like a horny caveman, but when our eyes meet, he smiles. There’s a hint of a real man beneath the Neanderthal, but it sure as shit is not the one in charge right now.
He gets the tie free and moves to my side. Both of his hands are needed this time when he pulls my arms behind me, and he ties my wrists together behind the post. I whimper when he pulls the knot, and I feel him tense.
“Too tight?”
I nod, and to my complete amazement, he unfastens the knot and makes a new one. I still can’t budge, but my fingers tingle as blood flows into my hands. My pulse thumps in my fingertips.
Settimo’s sense of urgency seems to come to a screeching halt as soon as I’m locked in place, and the tension in the room morphs from panicked lust to a sinister, slow burning-desire. Even my movements halt.