Chapter 133 Playroom

Chapter 133 Playroom
“Massimo!” Eloise called out breathlessly as she was slung over her husband’s broad shoulder like a captured prize. 
Her hands dangled uselessly against his powerful back, the world tilting dizzily around her. Heat flooded her face as he carried her through the mansion corridors with long, purposeful strides toward the west wing. 
They passed Rosa in the hallway. The older woman took one look at the scene—Eloise draped helplessly over the Don’s shoulder—and quickly turned away with knowing amusement sparkling in her eyes. 
Eloise covered her burning face with both hands, dying of embarrassment even as arousal pooled hot and slick between her thighs.
Massimo’s large hand came down in a gentle but possessive spank on her ass. Eloise squealed, the sound dissolving into a helpless giggle that only made her flush harder.
He pushed open the heavy door to the playroom and stepped inside, the lock clicking ominously behind them with finality. 
The sound sent a dark thrill racing through her body. He dropped her gently onto her feet but kept one steadying arm around her waist because her legs had turned to complete mush.
The St. Andrew’s Cross stood waiting in the center of the room like a dark promise, leather cuffs dangling from its arms and legs.
Massimo walked over to a nearby rack, retrieved a silky black blindfold, and returned to her. “Now listen carefully, little bird.”
Eloise’s wide honey-golden eyes were fixed on the blindfold. Massimo nudged her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense blue gaze. “This time will be a little different.”
She nodded, heart hammering wildly in her chest.
“Your safe words are: Green—everything is okay, keep going. Yellow—slow down. I'm getting uncomfortable. Red—stop immediately. And I will stop. Do you understand?”
Eloise gave a small, tense nod, her breathing already shallow.
Massimo noticed the tension in her body. His expression softened with rare tenderness. “I’ll never hurt you, Cara,” he said seriously, intimately, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “Not in any way you don’t crave.”
Eloise shook her head, her eyes shining with trust. “I know.”
His strong arms came around her then, rubbing soothing circles along her back, easing the knots in her shoulders. Eloise melted against him, breathing in his dark, masculine scent, her core clenching with deep, aching need.
“Submit to me, Cara,” he whispered against her hair, his voice rough with desire. “All of you. No holding back.”
She nodded again, surrendering.
Massimo’s fingers tightened on the blindfold as he secured it behind her head, plunging her into complete darkness. Eloise’s breathing quickened, her nipples tightening into hard peaks against the lace of her bra.
Then she heard the sharp, metallic click of his pocket knife opening.
“Massimo…” Her voice trembled with a heady mix of fear and arousal.
“Shh, Cara.” His voice was low, almost reverent, brushing against her ear. “You’re going to stay very still for me.”
With terrifying precision, he slid the blade beneath the neckline of her gown, slicing downward in one smooth, controlled motion. 
The fabric parted with a soft, sinful rip, falling open like a gift. He continued cutting, the gown sliding off her body and pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
The flat of the cold blade brushed slowly between her breasts, making her gasp sharply. He slipped a finger beneath one delicate shoulder strap and severed it with a quick, clean flick. 
The second strap followed. Reaching behind her, he sliced through the clasp. The bra loosened and fell away, cool air kissing her exposed breasts, her nipples hardening painfully under his gaze.
He dragged the blunt side of the knife slowly down her quivering stomach, lower and lower, until it hooked beneath the delicate waistband of her panties. 
“Every inch of you belongs to me,” he growled, voice thick with dark possession. “I’ll cut away anything that stands between us.”
Eloise moaned, loud and helpless, her thighs pressing together as fresh arousal slicked down her skin.
With one final, deliberate tug, he sliced through the thin fabric. The ruined panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, leaving her completely naked and blindfolded before him.
Massimo groaned deeply at the sight. “So fucking wet already.” His fingers slid between her thighs, stroking her slick labia before pushing one thick finger deep inside her. He moved it slowly, stroking her inner walls while his thumb found her swollen clit and began torturing it with perfect, relentless circles.
Eloise cried out, her hips moving desperately against his hand, chasing the pleasure he gave so masterfully.
“Oh, Eloise,” he murmured, dark pleasure evident in his voice. “So responsive.”
She answered with another broken moan, her body trembling violently.
“I know there’s a natural submissive somewhere deep inside you,” he whispered, adding a second finger, stretching her beautifully. “And I’m going to set her free again tonight.”
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving her empty and aching. Before she could protest, he lifted her easily into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Blind and overwhelmed by sensation, Eloise had no choice but to trust him completely as he carried her across the room.
He positioned her against the smooth, cool leather of the St. Andrew’s Cross. With deliberate care, he secured first her wrists, then her ankles, spreading her open and binding her firmly to the cross.