I didn’t understand what was happening until he wrapped the rope around his fist and pulled. It slid beneath his foot, and as he tugged it upward, I was dragged down toward the platform.
“Bow,” he commanded, voice rich with his own pleasure.
I bent at my waist to alleviate the pressure on my chest, until my forehead pressed against the leather. My legs were trapped beneath me, and the bindings around me became a fierce embrace.
A garbled groan mingled with Dante’s delighted laugh. Someone snarled.
My clit pulsed madly, and something wet warmed my inner thighs. My nipples ached to be touched.
But I was completely at Dante’s mercy, unable to struggle or stimulate myself. I should be railing at him for debasing me, but my mind was too fuzzy to process my emotions.
The pressure on my chest released, but I didn’t pull myself upright. I couldn’t. An odd lethargy sapped my mind, and my limbs felt too heavy despite the way my body seemed to float.
The platform dipped when Dante knelt beside me, and his big hands braced my shoulders, guiding me upright. He held me with one strong arm around my back. I leaned into the support, and my breasts thrust out as my back bowed.
“You’re doing so well, pet.” The low praise rumbled over my skin like a caress, and I shivered.
Every inch of my skin tingled with the need to be touched. Nothing existed except for the feel on his hands on my body and his masculine scent mingling with the earthier smell of the rope. And the deeper musk of my own arousal.
I didn’t register that at some point, my eyes had drifted closed. I couldn’t see Luca.
I wasn’t thinking about Luca.
I wasn’t thinking about anything except for the man who held me and the desperate desire that coursed through me.
The supporting arm at my back remained firm, holding me in place while his free hand finally, mercifully, touched my breasts. A strangled shout left my chest at the lightest caress. The rope had made my flesh hypersensitive, and the sensation of his calloused fingertips trailing over my skin was so decadent that tears of relief stung my eyes.
“Your beautiful body is mine,” he declared, the hint of a possessive growl roughening his words. “Only I can make you feel this pleasure. Only I can make you come undone. You’re my wife, and you belong to me.”
He pinched my aching nipple, and my head dropped back on a shriek. I squirmed, trying to arch my back farther to alleviate the sting. The ropes shifted, pressing deeper into my flesh and reminding me of my helplessness.
Something released inside me, and I settled with a sigh. There was nothing I could do but accept his touch, whether it was tender or cruel. My body relaxed, melting into him.
The painful pressure on my nipple eased, morphing into pleasure when he gently rolled it between his skillful fingers. He toyed with the other hard bud, and a low moan left me on a long exhale.
“Very good, little bird,” he approved. A kiss ghosted over my cheek.
His palm skimmed down my abdomen, and for a few aching seconds, he didn’t stimulate me at all. I whimpered in need, and he shushed me.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, soothing me. “I’m going to make you come.”
Yes, I wanted to come. I craved the release, and I didn’t care how it happened or who gave it to me.
The first brush of his thumb over my clit made my orgasm rip through me. His hum of approval was drowned out by my scream as pleasure surged from my core to flood my entire being. Two fingers eased inside me, finding the sensitive spot that made me come undone. I flew impossibly higher, my body twisting in his ropes.
“More,” he commanded, pressing down on my g-spot while he rubbed my clit. “Come for me, Nora.”
My name was a deeply intimate trigger, unleashing something hot and uncontrollable. My first orgasm had barely begun to abate before another exploded through me. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and tears of soul-deep release streamed down my cheeks.
He continued to murmur in my ear as he forced more ecstasy from my body, his words alternating between praise and possessive declarations. He told me how beautiful I was. How we were a perfect match. How he was my master.
The statements should’ve been alarming, but they wove their way into my lust-addled mind. I had no thoughts of my own, and his filled my consciousness.
When my screams turned to sobs, he finally relented. My entire body quivered with little lightning strikes, aftershocks from the intense orgasms.
He slowly began removing the rope that bound me, sensually dragging the slightly rough fibers over my tingling skin. I released a shuddering sigh and sank deeper into warm darkness, my body going supple as he tenderly massaged my limbs, working the stiffness from my muscles where they’d been trapped by the bindings.
He finished his work and held me close to his chest, the steady stream of praise and possessiveness alternating with slow, indulgent kisses. My mouth shaped to his, and I languished in the comfort of his nearness. I’d completely come undone, and he was the only thing holding me together.