Her eyes flew wide with understanding just before I fisted the cotton and wrenched my arms wide, ripping the delicate garment straight down the middle.
Her shocked cry mingled with my vicious snarl in an intoxicating, violent harmony.
With the dress split to her waist, only the thin straps held it on her body. I quickly snapped them as easily as twigs, and the garment cascaded to the floor in a watery slide.
Her golden skin pebbled beneath my hungry gaze, and her dark nipples tightened to needy buds.
I palmed her breasts, indulging in her perfect softness beneath my rough hands. I squeezed hard enough to imprint little flares of pain into her tender flesh, eliciting a gasp from her sensual lips. Her nipples pressed into my palms as she arched into my touch, straining for more contact.
She shivered under my cruel grin, and I pulled back slightly, denying her the stimulation she craved. A heady rush buzzed through my brain as I watched her wriggle and whine, amusing myself with her needy struggles and utter powerlessness to obtain more pleasure than I allowed her.
I waited until her high-pitched sounds of protest melted into a low moan of blissful surrender, and she stopped straining against her bonds. She settled into them, panting from the exertion of her useless struggles.
Her eyes were wide and glassy, fixed on my face like I was her own personal god.
I controlled her pleasure. I owned every inch of her delectable body. She’d yielded her will to me, surrendering herself completely to my ruthless power over her.
All for me. All mine.
Her peaked nipples still begged for my attention, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal permeated the air around us. I intended to drive her into a frenzy of need before I’d finally reward her with my merciful touch on her most sensitive areas. She would weep for her release, but I wouldn’t permit her to come until I was finished feasting on her delicious body.
I glided my hands along the contours of her curves, brushing her sensitized skin with the barest scrape of my rough callouses.
By the time I dropped to my knees, her high, keening whine rolled down my spine. The desperate sound reached my cock, making it stiffen for her. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since my explosive release into her mouth, but my body already craved her again, greedy for more of the dark pleasure we shared.
I gripped her ankle and wrapped the second length of cloth around it. As I pulled on the makeshift rope, I made sure to steady her by wrapping my free hand around her opposite thigh, just above her knee. I wouldn’t allow my delicate captive to fall and damage her wrists.
When I was confident that she could balance her weight, I tied her ankle to the arbor, knotting the cloth around one of the pretty—very necessary—vines I’d crafted just for her. The position forced her knee to bend slightly, trapping her ankle two feet above the ground. She was spread wide for me, completely vulnerable and utterly dependent on me. She couldn’t so much as take a step if I didn’t allow it.
I sat back on my heels and took a long minute to admire her; my own pretty flower wrapped around the iron cage I’d made for her.
A low, satisfied hum left my lips as I pressed them against her inner thigh, indulging in the impossible beauty of my fantasy made real.
“I think I’ll keep you like this more often,” I murmured against her silky soft skin, loving the way she quivered beneath my mouth. “Once we get your arbor set up outside, you’ll look lovely in our garden. Don’t you think so?”
Her only answer was a deep moan, a sound of pained desire.
I kissed her thigh again, a bit higher, teasing my way toward her pussy. I paused just above her swollen clit, letting the heat of my words caress the needy bud. “Are you aching for me, corderita?”
“Yes…” The word hissed between her clenched teeth. “Please, Raúl. Please…”
She tried to thrust her hips toward me, but she immediately lost her balance, dropping into my waiting hands. I cupped her ass, sinking my fingers into her flesh as I pulled her to my mouth.
The first taste of her desire on my tongue was the sweetest drug. It hit my system with an instant high, immersing me in pleasure and taking my hunger for to her new heights.
Tugging her closer, I drew more of her honey into my mouth, feasting on her like a starving man.
Her harsh cries drove me into a frenzy, and I lost myself in her. The longer I tormented her, dragging her to the edge of orgasm and then easing off to deny her, the more keenly I tormented myself. The ache in my balls and rock-hard cock added a crueler edge to my game, and I punished her all the more for the pain I inflicted on us both.
“Please. Raúl, please…” The way her voice broke on my name, hitching on a desperate sob, drove me to the edge of my control.
Keeping her ass braced in one hand, I dipped my other between her legs and gathered up her slick juices. Lubricated with her wet desire, I pressed my forefinger against her asshole, demanding entrance to her most vulnerable area.
“Raúl!” This time, she gasped my name in protest.
I snarled against her pussy and pushed deeper, mercilessly forcing her tight ring to give way to my touch. Marisol would accept my claim over every part of her body. She would submit.
Mine. My lips formed the possessive declaration as I sucked her clit hard, forcing her to orgasm as I slid my finger deep inside her. I held it there, making her feel the invasion as I demanded her helpless release.
Her ecstatic scream echoed around us, and her muscles tightened and danced as pleasure ripped through her.
When she started to come down from the peak, I kept my mouth on her, drawing out each delicious aftershock that made her shudder and moan.
It didn’t take long for her panting breaths to turn to whimpers, and she tried to struggle away from my mouth as her clit became overly sensitive. Her attempt to evade me only forced my finger deeper into her ass, and she rocked back toward my mouth.
A soft sob jolted through her body, and she gave over to her helplessness, submitting to my claim.
I hummed against her clit in reward and slowly eased out of her ass. She released a shuddering breath of relief, but I wasn’t finished with her. I’d train her to like this particular violation. She’d take my cock in her ass one day, and she would love every depraved second of my most perverted use of her body.
My tongue was gentler on her pussy, circling her abused clit rather than stimulating directly. At the same time, I rotated my finger, toying with her tight ring of muscles to light up all the sensual nerve endings that would make her eagerly cede this most taboo area to my claim.
Her soft, shocked cry evolved into a husky moan as I began to thrust gently, going deeper each time she relaxed around the intrusion. When she started to wiggle in my hold, I eased my mouth away from her pussy, barely brushing my lips over her clit.
Deprived of stimulation against her tight bud, she shifted back against my finger, mindlessly seeking the only pleasure I allowed her. I encouraged her wanton behavior with an approving hum, and she bucked against my mouth.
I pressed all the way into her ass, and she welcomed me on a rough shout. Her inner muscles squeezed my finger as she came undone, and the thought of her milking my cock made the ache in my balls unbearable.
As soon as her orgasm peaked, I withdrew from her to quickly free myself from my jeans. I stood, bracing one arm around her waist while I gripped my dick in my fist, staving off my peak for a few more agonizing seconds, relishing the intensely erotic perfection of Marisol’s naked, spent body suspended in my ropes.