Before I could sass him further, he flipped me around with my hands behind my back and frog marched me to the living room. He shoved me over the back of the leather sofa, and I felt his hot breath caressing my neck.
Damnit. I should be angry, maybe frightened, but his bossiness made me want to drop my skimpy dress to the ground.
As if reading my mind, his feverish hands roved over my skirt and demanded entry. He slid his hand to my thigh high hemline and slicked his palm possessively up my leg.
My mind wandered. Did he expect me to sleep in a cage at the foot of his bed?
Was I going to find it all erotic or disturbing?
“Roberto?”
His fingers shoved my panties aside and proved wrong all of the snarky jokes about men not being able to find the female clitoris. I gasped, and the sound was desperate. He took this as encouragement and added another finger to the task, pressing harder—and I was getting there so fast.
Suddenly he pulled his talented digits away.
I arched my bum into the air, chasing his fingers, turning to see the wicked light in his eyes while he licked himself clean of my juices.
He made a hungry sound at the back of his throat and said, “You were a very good girl earlier, Eva…”
Once again, my body went oddly limp beneath his compliment, and I mentally rolled over on my back, exposing my belly so he could stroke it.
“Time to see if you can follow my directions exactly. Focus only on me.” He turned me around to face him. “Take off your clothes.”
I shoved the straps off my shoulders, and my silly dress slithered down my body. Stepping out of the puddle of silk on the floor I stood in my heels before him.
“Leave your shoes on,” he ordered. “Lean forward and grab the back of the couch.” His tone brokered no argument, but I knew I could protest at any time.
I tested the theory by asking, “What about a safe word. Isn’t that part of the deal?”
His breath catches. “Yes, of course. I’ll stop any time you ask me to, but if you prefer a safe word choose one. What’s your safe word, Eva?”
“Tequila. If I say tequila, you have to stop. No matter what.”
“You have my word.” He placed a hand on either side of my waist, admiring me from behind for a moment. “I don’t give my word lightly.” I actually felt his reverence. And something else tugged at me—his yearning.
And I realized I could get used to being his sex kitten.
I trusted Roberto. I didn’t know the rest of his family. Our union made no sense. A wealthy man and an immigrant’s daughter. But I was at home with him, like finding something I never knew I was looking for.
“Anything else?” he asked, faintly amused.
“I’d like another sip of my drink please.” I sit on the back of the couch to appreciate the view of his backside while he walked away to fetch my glass.
Roberto brought it to me, and I tossed the whole shot back in one go. He cupped the back of my head and tasted my tequila flavor with a kiss that left me trembling, breathless, and pulsing with desire. “Enough dragging your feet,” he said.
He spun me around, bending me at the waist, straightening out my arms and placing my hands on the back of the couch. The perfect ninety-degree angle.
On heels.
The slick sound of his belt pulled through the loops on his trousers and my stomach fluttered with fear or excitement. Maybe both. It was surreal to think he was going to hit me with that thing, that doing so would turn him on.
More unbelievable was that I let him.
I shrieked out loud after he smacked me once on each cheek with his chastising leather. “Mother Mary, that hurts!”
“If you want to say something, you may count, Eva. Taking the virgin’s name in vain will only earn you further punishments.” He paused, and while he waited, I settled on a little punishment of my own.
I pushed my backside towards him in invitation, and pulled my panties to the floor, stepping out of them. An ungodly and sensual sound rewarded me from behind, his low rumble of appreciation. “Fine. Whatever you say, Roberto.” The words didn’t sound sincere, even to my ears.
“You’ll learn, Eva. Eventually you’ll understand that I enjoy your backtalk. It means that I get to punish you more.”
This time when he cracked down on my buttocks, the sound snapped through the air. The impact stung and rather than shout swear words; I clasped my palms against the sting and rubbed to find relief.
I sensed Roberto getting on his hands behind me and wondered what the fuck he had in mind. He blew cool air onto my skin and used his hands to skim over the places where he hit me with his belt.
Instead of feeling relief, his gentle attention got me hot again. Shamelessly, I tried to back myself onto his face, and he lowered himself further to the wet spot between my legs and lapped at my most private place.
It didn’t satisfy.
It was further penalty. He teased me; not letting me come.
My back end burned from the swats of his belt, my ass was on fire from his spanks.
And I liked it.
Was it wrong?
It felt delicious. The evidence was before me, Roberto on his knees, licking, sucking and nibbling at the place between my thighs, withholding his full talent to prevent my release.
Abruptly he stood, and I groaned in frustration.
“We’re going to have to get these out of the way.” He grabbed my hands, “Put them over your head.”
I obeyed, not out of submission, but because I was dying to find out what came next.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Roberto went into the bedroom and came back carrying a pair of handcuffs. “Ever worn these before?”
“No,” I snapped. My clit throbbed, commanding attention. Sexual frustration made me, and my love bump grumpy.
“Arms in front,” he said it so gently.
To be honest, my main motivator for letting him cuff me was the hope that it earned me some of that fine Italian sausage was sporting between his legs.
Boy was I wrong.
“Good girl. Hands up on the couch again.”
Shit. I see what he did here. No way I could rub out the sting with both wrists pinned in front of me.
“How much more?” I whined.
“That depends on how long it takes for me to have your complete attention.” He caressed the hot spots on my ass. “We’ll see.”
I braced my hands on the back of the couch and readied myself for the belt. It was impossible to cover my ass while wearing the cuffs. So I clenched my teeth and did my best not to scream. My breathe was trapped in my lungs every time he raised that leather lasher in the air. How many women had been under his control, in a similar position?
My stomach burned at the thought, though I had no right to think he was only mine.
Yet.
“You’re not paying attention, Eva. I can feel your thoughts swirling from back here.” He growled at me and I turned to look at him. He reached into his pocket and took out a jumble of metal and black rubber. “Let’s see if we can’t get you to focus with these.”
Roberto snapped something on my nipples and my tormented groan begged him to be gentle. He tugged at the pinchers he’d placed on me and I yelped, “Cheese and rice that smarts!”
He flipped me around and raised the belt again.
I writhed on the couch, trying to sway my ass away from it.