Chapter 74 Chapter 74
Selena
He wasn't saying anything.
For the past few minutes, I only looked up, just like he had instructed.
Different thoughts had filled my head when he dropped the chair at the foot of the mattress.
Thoughts that maybe it was one of his fantasies to sit while he pleasured me. But then he brought something like a little canvas, a little blank wood, and sat, placing everything on his thighs.
Then he gave the last word before the room turned silent.
I couldn't understand what he was doing. Was he drawing? What exactly?
I couldn't look at him, only up to the ceiling.
“Dont move Selena. Every shift of your bone would result in a punishment.” I shivered at his voice which had gone deeper than usual.
Something at the back of my head had said to move, just a tiny bit to see what he’ll do to me, but I didn't dare. Something about this setting seems so serious.
Too serious that I was afraid of making a mistake.
But now, everything was too unbearable. Too hot. The coolness that was once in the room gone, making the silk veil on my body soaked, it clings to my body and I could swear my nipples are hard, pointing.
Every heave of my chest makes the veil scrape over them, making them beg to be freed as I lie on my back.
But that wasn't all. It was the throbbing ache between my thighs that was turning me dizzy.
It has been like that since he entered, and each second I waited for him to end what he was doing only dug in my heart.
“Lord, let this be over soon” I murmured as I felt my pussy lips part, slick as if expecting something.
I widened my legs slightly, thoughts of something between them increased the pace of my heart, and I whimpered, a soft, broken sound escaped from my lips, filling the room.
I froze.
He heard it. There was no way he didn't hear it. No way he didn't hear my desperation.
I closed my eyes.
“What are you doing, Selena?” He asked, his voice relaxed, unaffected. And mine? I choked up as I answered. “Nothing, just..just..”
“Speak Selena,”
He moved, standing up. “Something is going on with you, how will I know if you don't tell me?”
Why was his voice suddenly deep? Deeper than usual or maybe I was just up in my head.
“I..I..”
How should I say it? I have never been that bold for this type of thing.
Every time with Noah, he has always initiated everything.
He must have noticed I wasn't going to say anything because I heard him take a step to the foot of the mattress, then he looked at me.
No, not at me, but at my chest. Slowly his eyes shifted to my hard nipples, and my breath turned ragged.
Lord, I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs as he stared down at my body, took it in.
I swear I could see his gaze turning dark as it lingered between my breasts, the lower to rise and fall of my stomach, then it moved to my parted legs, between them.
I was sure the veil was soaked in my sex, because I was wet.
He opened his mouth, and then, “Change your position, and lie right, Selena.”
That was all he said before he pulled back, turning to the other side. I stood up in a hurry, pulling the useless veil with me.
I turned, my back now to the headboard. This has to be what he meant.
He walked to the side and opened a drawer, then my heart faltered.
I’m not sure if it was from disappointment or from the anxiety of knowing what was next.
Four red ropes.
He was making me blind again, and this time, it seems my hands will be bound.
He holds the ropes coiled in his fists as he steps closer. I didn't want to be blinded. I wanted to see, see what he was going to do to me, see him. “You…” I opened my mouth.
“Can I ask for something?”
His gaze shifted to mine, but he didn't say anything. And that’s fine, I just needed to go on. “Can you not close my eyes?” I asked, my voice dropping lower as I stared at him.
“Aren't you demanding, Selena. I own you, not the other way round.” He walked to my side and the mattress dipped under his weight.
Now he was beside me, beside my naked body. I swallowed, parting my lips. “You said I could ask you for anything,” I was being daring, especially as his eyes turned darker at my words.
But he has already given me the free will to ask, so I decided to leverage it. “When you kept asking me to be yours, you said you would give me anything. So..” My eyes shifted to the ropes in his hand, then to his eyes.
“Your hands.” His voice turned demanding, forcing every fibre of my body to compile.
I pressed the veil under my armpit to my body, holding it not to fall, though it was useless.
I placed my hands on his, and he grabbed hold of both, raising with them above me, above my head, my arms stretched long, making the veil fall as my shoulders lifted.
With a lift, my back met the headboard, my arms to it, then he threads the rope through something on the headboard, maybe an iron.
My breasts rose with the strain as he stepped down from the bed, looking at me, like a piece of work.
He swallowed, the lump in his throat moving.
“This’s different, Selena. In here, you don't get to decide.”
A statement. A final say, no room to question him.
Then my eyes are blindfolded.
My chest heaved at the darkness, at the tight feel of the fabric on my face.
But I was mistakenly thinking it was just my eyes and hands being tied. because it wasn't.
His cold hands grabbed my right leg, and a robe went around it, then he moved with my leg to the end of the bed, till it rested on an edge, then it’s bound to it.
Now my chest beat fast, faster than it had ever done as he did the same to the other leg.
The veil was still on me, in between my legs that are so spread apart to each side of the bed.
What was he going to do to me? Never have I thought of this position.
I wanted to see. See how I’m being used. See the look on his face.
I felt the veil removed from my body.
“You don't know how much I have thought of this Selena. How much I have dreamed of fucking you as you lie on my bed. spread apart for me to see your pussy all wet and slick. Your nipples are red, pointing, begging me to suck them, till you are begging me to stop. But you are here now. Mine and for me alone.”
Something cold dropped on my navel and I shivered, my folds swallowing something non-existent.
“Call red, if you want me to stop.”