Something wet was placed on my pussy lips. I gasped, rearing back as the sensations rocketed through me. His tongue. He'd shoved his tongue inside, lapping at my cream. I could hear his guttural sounds as he sucked and licked, his tongue working against my muscles. I opened my legs as wide as possible, dazzled by the electricity shooting through me.
The amazing bliss stopped cold, his hand moving up from my buttocks to my back, caressing in a loving manner.
"As I said, I will return. I want you to reflect on your misguided behavior. I also want you to think about time. How long you've been here. Remain quiet. Not a single word spoken. Let's see if you can follow my simple rules."
Time? How in the hell long was he leaving me like this? And rules? This was entirely different than I'd anticipated. I opened my mouth, ready to spout of my disenchantment then I realized this was a test. Of loyalty. Of honor. Respect.
I felt the weight on the bed change as he crawled off, groaning when I heard his footsteps on the wooden floor. Then I heard what had to be a light switch. He was leaving me in darkness.
The bastard. I bit back a cry, trying to remain strong then realizing that it didn't matter whether he'd turned off the light or not. I was already in total blackness, at his complete mercy, required to trust.
My entire body trembled at the realization. He was ruthless yet daring me to feel secure in his home and under his care. Damn him.
I waited until I heard the sound of his footsteps in the distance before struggling in earnest with the rope. The more I wiggled, the tighter they became. I was out of breath for no reason at all other than fear of the unknown. He could do anything he wanted and I'd allowed myself to fall into his trap. Could I actually trust him, or had I been a complete fool?
I hunkered down, leaning over the railing and was able to feel a rush of air, likely coming from a vent. I counted to five then lifted my head, listening for any other sounds. He'd done this for a reason. My conviction in him was vital. He would return, releasing me from my bindings. Then he would take me into his arms, coveting me all night.
Right?
I hissed, trying to get more comfortable. My pussy continued to ache, my inner thighs wet with trickles of juice. He'd purposely excited me, elating all my senses before leaving. I bit back a strangled laugh. I would return the favor one day.
If there was another day.
No. No! Dominick had changed. He was my savior, not my enemy. I had to believe in that or we would fail miserably. And so I waited.
There was no sense of time, no understanding of the darkness, but I forced myself to concentrate on every little noise, every change in the heating system. Even my own heartbeat. I wanted to know exactly what was going on. At least five minutes had passed, maybe a little longer. I had to count. That would calm my nerves. One.
Two.
Three.
A solid four additional minutes had gone by. Then another two. I was now shivering but not from the cold. Anxiety. Anticipation.
Blatant desire.
There was something amazing about the quiet as well as the darkness, allowing me to concentrate on my breathing, even with random thoughts racing throughout my muddled brain. I hadn't fallen into this easily or without questioning my sanity. I was a strong, intelligent woman, destined to lead a path of her own. This was merely an augmentation.
Thinking the words forced a laugh then chastisement. I'd lost grasp on the time.
Wait. Had I heard a footstep? I craned my neck toward the door, holding my breath in an effort to catch the tiniest blip of movement. There it was again. Definitely. A floorboard creaked just outside the door. I hadn't heard that before. A second creak, closer in but a solid six feet away. I almost cried out but remembered the rules. I could beat the man at his own game.
Even though I issued a series of sailor made cuss words under my breath.
I heard nothing else for at least two full minutes. One hundred and ten seconds to be exact. I sat up as far as the bindings would allow, lifting my head in my effort to listen, capturing everything. Yes, a heavier breath. He'd crept closer, padding on those sexy bare feet of his. A second moment of panic rushed in. What if this wasn't Dominick but a crude and wretched reminder that I was nothing more than his property?
Trust. He's begging for your trust. The words riled me this time for several reasons. Maybe what I needed to learn was patience instead. He didn't have the right to earn my trust.
A single touch against my shoulder made me jump, an automatic cry at the very tips of my lips. I managed to suck it back, holding my head even higher. I turned my head, inhaling deeply. The scent was decidedly masculine, rich with exotic spices and a hint of the deepest forest.
Dominick.
In all his glory.
I exhaled, unable to yank back and smile and was rewarded with a brush of his finger sliding all the way down my arm. I shuddered, my pussy quivering. He continued his exploration, allowing his finger to trace around my knuckles then traveling back up, brushing around my neck to my shoulders. I was absolutely breathless, my mind shifting to the most desirable kinky places I could ever envision. And the images were vivid, much more so than normal.
A steel 'X' cross.
My naked body.
A savage-looking leather tawse.
I couldn't stop shaking as he added pressure, dragging his finger back and forth across the ridges in my spine. I took several small breaths, refueling my mind as the visions continued.
A masked man.
A room full of spectators.
A hefty punishment.
My pussy clenched and released several times, driving me to the point of climaxing. I knew better. I wasn't allowed. Or was I? The rule had never been stated, but I knew in my soul that he was the only one to allow any kind of pleasure.
The sizzle of his hot breath cascading across my naked back was almost too much to bear, my pussy now clamping involuntarily. I was forced to gasp for air as the same wonderful, scintillating finger moved between the cleft of my ass, teasing my dark hole in a relentless fashion. I jutted my hips, straining with the rope. I was ready to beg for relief, his fingers dipping into my wetness or his tongue lapping at my cream. I stretched my knees wide open, balancing as I hunkered forward. I was wide open, my back arched to the point of pain.
I no longer cared whether I was punished. I needed relief. Something.
Anything.