Damien wrapped a silk ribbon around my left wrist and tugged the material to ensure it was inescapable. He moved over to my right wrist and did the same. Then set to work attaching the lower ribbons to my ankles, tying them to the lower two bedposts after easing my legs apart, leaving me sprawled out and vulnerable.
He stepped back. “How does that feel?”
“Nice,” I confessed, enjoying the sensation of him stealing all responsibility from me. He’d made it impossible to break free. Guilt for what came next might not even find me in all of this drama. Being tied down meant nothing that happened would be my fault.
I’d secretly yearned for this. For him.
The bed dipped as he reached over to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes. His gesture could easily be mistaken for someone who had a heart. “Do you trust me?”
When I did not respond, he ran his hand over my dress like I was a plaything—tugging the material and caressing the tulle as though his thoughts carried him far away.
Damien reached out and stroked the ribbon around my left wrist, running a fingertip beneath it. “This is so that you understand what I need.”
I exhaled sharply; obviously he was into bondage.
He gave me a slow smile as though sensing I understood. “Follow my rules. Once you abide by them, I will let you come.”
“Rules?”
His hand slid down to my neck, his palm resting on my throat. “Please me and coming frequently will be your new reality.”
Excitement caused my chest to rise and fall and my breasts to swell, nipples pebbling and showing through the material of my dress.
Having him this close in a sensual way felt like a dream. Damien was too powerful a presence to ignore as he assessed my curves, his pupils dilating at what he saw.
Our eyes locked.
“Are you aroused?” he said, his voice gruff.
“I imagine you’d like that.”
He lips curved, showing me he knew the answer to his question was yes.
My body tingled simply from hearing his seductive voice. His fingertips grazed my breasts through the material, my nipples beading beneath his circling thumb.
His hand gliding all the way down to my pelvis. “So much to explore.”
He hoisted my tulle skirts up and I raised my hips to help him expose my panties.
I jolted when his warm palm cupped me between my legs, causing me to writhe a little at the sensations he aroused there.
Damien was reading every nuance of my expression, sensing my response to the way he commanded my body with his firm caresses and tender stroking, greedily assessing my white thong.
His thumb caressed my clit through the thin material of my panties, causing it to throb and swell.
Feeling frantic from his teasing, I pulled against the silken binds that captured me, but they only grew tighter, making me feel vulnerable. My heart rate skyrocketed, as though I really wanted to be free. Exhilarated, I feigned resistance, as though he’d captured me and was forcing me against my will to feel this pleasure.
I stopped struggling for a moment, aware of the dampness of my arousal.
He pulled my thong aside to reveal the fine strip of pubic hair that was now revealed to him, and with gentle fingers he traced my folds, parting them to expose more of my clit.
I shuddered.
He knew how to touch a woman…how to find the exact spot that would elicit pleasure.
He flicked my clit slowly. “You like this?”
Raising my chin, I gave him a defiant stare. My show of rebellion seemed to please him.
I hadn’t begged him to stop…couldn’t let those words escape my lips because his thumb was edging me toward orgasm. His fingers eased apart my labia to increase my pleasure.
“You’re mine to do with as I want,” he said, his voice husky.
My moan betrayed me as I arched my back, giving myself over to him, revealing it was easy to want this intimacy. I needed this release more than anything, even though my mind waged a war against the sensations tearing through me.
It wasn’t my fault that it was feeling this good. He’d captured me in this house. Tied me down…made me want him. Each time he entered the room Damien left me spellbound.
No, you hate him.
Then why did I want to know how it would feel when he was buried deep inside me? On top of me, entering me, riding me into a state of bliss.
Oh, God, please don’t let it hurt too much.
“You’re so damn wet, Pandora.” The raw craving in his voice revealed he was just as turned on by my squirming.
“Faster,” I pleaded.
He ignored that and continued the leisurely pace he’d set with a fingertip on my clit. “No one’s ever touched you here?”
“No.”
“I’m glad I’m your first.”
I arched my back with a gasp when he finally relented and set a faster rhythm, his fingers exploring my dampness but not entering me.
I shook my head, whipping my long hair from side to side, wanting more and unable to hide the rising desire that snatched away every last ounce of resistance.
His other hand eased down the bodice of my dress, allowing a nipple to find its freedom. “Do you want me to stop?” His flicking finger slowed on my swollen clit.
“No!” I moaned, not caring about the rules. Or what was expected. This…this was exquisite, and I was free of blame because he’d seduced me.
“Are you mine, Pandora?” He slowed the rhythm again in a tease.
“I am.”
“And good girls get to come hard.” His fingertip moved slowly but the pressure was more intense.
Close to fainting, I tried to follow what he was saying, his voice luring me into a trance.
“I want you,” I said, gasping.
His mouth came crashing down on my nipple and he drew my areola into his mouth, suckling it, sending a luxurious thrill radiating all the way down to my pussy.
My body detonated with the flicking of his tongue on my breast in unison with his finger beating my clit. All coherent thought was gone. All I knew were the sensations bursting through me, surging through my blood vessels like oxygen itself, a life force that couldn’t be averted. I reveled in the way he overpowered me, exulting in his control.
If this was suffering, I welcomed it.
Blistering pleasure had me trembling uncontrollably, my own gasps sounding foreign to my ears.
As I came down from my orgasm, he slowed the rhythm of his touch, seemingly respectful of how sensitive my clit felt after his stroking. Shuddering still, I turned my eyes on him as he withdrew his hand and sat up.
My breathing was still ragged.
“Did you like me playing with your pussy?” he asked huskily.
I blushed at the way his mouth so easily formed those filthy words.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the wet tips seductively as though exploring a rare delight. The sticky sensation I felt between my thighs from watching him made me even more flustered.
“You’re not quite ready to be fucked hard, Pandora. Not the way I would like. But soon enough.”
A long moan of regret tore through me. Should Damien have wanted to fuck me I’d have let him. I missed his touch already.
All logic had left me, and what remained was confusion at this lingering arousal—this man was dangerously erotic.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded.
With seeming curiosity, he studied me and then relented and leaned in, his lips close. This was what I had yearned for…his mouth ravishing mine and giving me the affection I’d craved.