Chapter 24: A TOUCH OF PAIN AND PLEASURE

MIA

“Good girl.” He unbuckled his belt slowly, the soft leather creaking as it slid free. “Turn around with your hands behind your back.”

My heart raced but I obeyed. I felt the warm leather wrap around my wrist as he tied it till it was secure but not painful. He pulled, making it tighter. A helpless little sound escaped me.

He turned me to face him, eyes hungrily raking my body.

“Color?” He asked.

“Green.” I was breathless already and we hadn't even done anything.

“Get on the bed, on your back with your legs spread.”

I climbed the mattress, trying not to fall because of my bound hands and then got on the bed. He took his sweet time in undressing me until I lay completely naked trembling from the cold air slapping my clit. He looked down with a smile. He reached for a blindfold I hadn't noticed on the nightstand, tying it around me before I could object and was plunged into darkness.

I heard him move, and felt the bed dip. His large hand suddenly gripped my jaw. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He leaned in close and I felt his nose brush along my neck, inhaling deeply. Then lower, across my collarbone, between my breasts. He moved down my stomach and buried his face between my spread thighs.

He took a long, filthy sniff of my soaked pussy, breathing me in like he was savoring the scent and a low, hungry growl rumbled from his chest.

“Fuck, you smell desperate,” he murmured. “Soaking wet already. Pathetic.”

His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, tasting me. I moaned, hips twitching but he slapped my inner thigh hard making me cry out at the unexpected hit and I felt my pussy clench on nothing.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “You don’t move unless I tell you to.”

He slapped the other thigh harder. It burned, making me whimper but I felt a fresh gush of wetness seep out of me. I fucking liked it.

He ate me out by licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue while occasionally slapping my thighs when I squirmed too much. Each stinging smack sent sparks straight to my clit. I was shaking, moaning, discovering how much I craved the bite of pain mixed with pleasure.

He pulled back suddenly. I heard rustling, then felt something soft but firm pressed against my lips.

“Open your mouth.”

I hesitated for half a second.

“Open,” he repeated, darker this time. “Or I’ll make you.”

I parted my lips and he shoved a thick silicone gag ball into my mouth then buckled it tightly behind my head. My moans were now muffled and drool quickly started to leak from the corners of my mouth.

He pushed two thick fingers deep into my pussy without warning, curling them against my g pot making me scream around the gag as my back arched off the bed.

“Look at you,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster. “Bound, blindfolded, gagged and dripping all over my hand like a filthy little slut. You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically, moaning around the gag.

He slapped my thigh again, harder, then again on the other side. The pain was a lot but I was crying behind the blindfold and my pussy clenched greedily around his fingers.

He added a third finger, stretching me wide, fucking me roughly while his thumb rubbed brutal circles on my swollen clit. I was so close—right on the edge—

His free hand suddenly wrapped around my throat.

I froze for a second, then moaned loudly as he squeezed, making my head swim. He choked me while he finger-fucked me mercilessly, the wet squelching sounds obscene.

“You’re going to come like this,” he snarled, voice deep with lust. “But don’t you dare come until I say. Understand?”

I nodded desperately, tears soaking the blindfold and drool running down my chin.

He tightened his grip on my throat just a little more, cutting off some of my air. The lack of oxygen made everything more intense. My thighs burned from his slaps and my pussy fluttered wildly around his thrusting fingers.

“Come,” he finally commanded. “Come right now, you filthy little whore.”

The orgasm exploded as I screamed around the gag, body convulsing violently as my walls clamped down around his fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming but he kept choking me through it, fingers still fucking me hard, drawing the orgasm out until I was shaking uncontrollably, sobbing, every muscle locked in ecstasy.

When the peak finally crashed, he released my throat and removed the gag. I gasped for air, coughing and crying.

Dante untied my wrists immediately and pulled the blindfold off then gathered me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest as I trembled violently.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice suddenly soft. “You were perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”

He stroked my hair, kissed my tear-streaked face, and gently rubbed my sore thighs where his handprints were already forming. He brought water to my lips and helped me drink, then held me close, murmuring praise.

“You were so brave, my good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

I curled into him, still shaking, overwhelmed and floating. The pain on my thighs throbbed, but it only made me feel more connected to him and I realized how much I had loved every second of surrendering to him.

After, when I was clean and in one of his shirts and curled against his chest with his arms around me like he'd never let go, I felt more exposed than I'd ever felt in my life and also somehow safer.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For trusting me with that."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always." His hand traced patterns on my back. "I'll always take care of you. You know that, right?"

"I know."

That was one of the most intense sexual moments I had ever had in my life and I wanted more.

“There's a lot I want to do to you.” He said, as if reading my thoughts, “but it's not yet time. Soon, teach you.”

“what—”

"Sleep," he murmured against my hair. "I've got you."

I let my eyes drift closed and felt myself start to sink into that heavy post-orgasm exhaustion where thinking became too much effort to do.  I was almost gone when I heard him slip out of bed and heard his footsteps move in the direction of the bathroom where he shut the door, speaking to someone over his phone.

He was speaking Italian and I didn't know he spoke Italian. I also didn't know what he was saying except for one phrase that came through clear enough that even in my half-asleep state I understood it because I had taken an Italian class in high school and managed to learn some words.

"Lei è mia ora."

She's mine now.

My eyes opened in the dark and I lay there listening to him continue speaking when the bathroom door opened and his footsteps came back I closed my eyes quickly and kept my breathing even, pretending to be asleep.

He got back into bed and pulled me against him and I felt his lips press against my shoulder.

"Mine," he whispered, so quietly I almost didn't hear it. "Finally mine."

I kept pretending to sleep because I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how to process that the man who'd just been so careful with me was the same man who was declaring ownership in a foreign language like I was property he'd successfully acquired instead of a person he was falling for.

I lay there in the dark with his arms around me and wondered if I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life by giving him the one thing I'd never given anyone else.

Complete trust.