Holding Eva’s wrists over her head, I began to soap up her succulent buttocks until they were well lathered. I swung my hand from below and surprised her on the upswing, smacking her until it stung. “Roberto! What was that for?”
Glowering at her I said, I shouldn’t have to ask you to wear my gifts. You need to learn to do as you’re told. That necklace was funded by legitimate business, and I shouldn’t have to explain myself.” I punctuated my words by soaping up every nook and cranny of Eva’s body, catching her off guard by rubbing circles around her nipples, running my hands between her legs and between her ass cheeks until she was squeaky clean for me, and then doing the same to myself.
I stepped out of the shower, toweling myself dry after wrapping the fuming Eva up in a fluffy towel and patting her dry. The scalding water was nothing compared to the steam coming out of her ears. Her beauty belied her spitfire attitude. Water droplets caught the light and danced like the diamonds on her necklace, hanging from her eyelashes.
Eva’s natural beauty put Tiffany’s most precious jewels to shame.
I couldn’t wait to lift her into my arms and carry her to our playroom. An apt name. I planned to amuse myself with her body.
“Where are we going?” She sounded scared, and that wasn’t right.
“Somewhere I can give you what you need. Make you feel so good, you’ll stop thinking I’m a bad guy.” I pulled her closer to my chest and opened the door into a room destined for Eva.
The dungeon cliché never made sense to me.
This room, designed for domination, overlooked Lake Moretti. There was a huge open-hearth fire, mammoth beams braced the pitched-roof ceiling, and a million fur rugs covering the chaise lounge and floor.
My favorite piece was the elevated padded board that raised up and down to serve as a coffee or bondage table.
I lead Eva inside and tried to unwrap the terry robe from her body to reveal my present, but she pulled away and went to the window. “Ooh, it’s beautiful. You’re so lucky to live here.” Avoiding me.
I didn’t bother telling her she’d be living with me soon.
“Champagne, Eva?”
She nodded and took a seat on the chaise lounge, next to my custom coffee table.
She caught me staring. “Do you like what you see?” she asked. A blush ascended her cheeks.
Around Eva, I was always seething for sex.
When she asked for my approval like this, something dark, possessive and wild crept through me. “I’d like it more if there were nothing between your skin and mine.”
She pulled the robe down her shoulders and I noted her blush was the same color as her nipples. It brought to mind her puffy, aroused clit. I won’t be able to forget this simple fact, ever, and will remember it every cursed time something makes her go pink.
The pounding need to be inside her was too much, and I launched myself at her left nipple, scraping it gently with my teeth and tonguing it until it went rigid.
She hissed above me, pumping blood into my dick. She didn’t know what was in store for her tonight, and the secret pleased me. It was a prelude to our upcoming pre-marriage ritual, a ceremony as old as the Colosseum in Rome.
No man has ever done to her body all the wicked things I will do.
Just the thought of another man putting his hands on her ignited my anger, the suck of despair tore at my gut. How was I supposed to break the curse that would fall upon Eva and I? There was only one way, and that was to abide by the fucked up familial culture?
An act of subjugation to bond us together, ensure loyalty for an entire lifetime.
With Karina, I’d ignored the curse, bringing about her demise. Of that I was certain. Risking the love of my life by refusing the ancients wasn’t possible.
As if to drive the disturbed thoughts from my mind, Eva’s mouth traced my frown, licking at its corners and brushing away the furrow between my brows.
It was a dangerous spell she wove around me. A man in my position couldn’t afford to be weak.
For her sake, it was a chance I was willing to take.
I broke away, sliding my mouth down her neck, and slicked my tongue across her navel. Soon I’d have it on her pretty slit, laid out on the table like a banquet before me.
“Come here,” I said, helping her to stand. “Lay down.” I patted the table and raised her to hip height.
Smoothing over her curves with one hand, I attached her wrists and ankles to the O-rings at each corner, kissing at the places where rope met flesh, charmed by her compliance as she allowed me to restrain her. “Your safe word?”
Her chest rose and fell, and I watched her throat swallow down what I did to her.
“Yes, I know, say ‘tequila’ and you’ll stop.”
“Good girl.” I kissed her, pressing my lips to hers and licking her mouth open.
I remained silent when fetching the long taper from a chest beneath the table.
“What do you plan on doing with that?” Eva asked, her eyes wide.
“I’m going to mark you as mine.”
I kissed her eyes closed before wrapping the silk blindfold over them. Her misgivings excited me and I dropped a kiss on her open mouth, licking at her tongue, rewarded by her female purr. It convinced me she was going to enjoy what I had in mind. “The candle is for sensation play. I’m going to drip wax on your delicious skin, and you’re going to let me.”
She trembled.
Mine.
I’d no right to feel this intoxicated on a few sips of champagne. It was this woman, sparkling beneath me.
I struck a match, and waited for the wax to pool, tipping it over her magnificent breast. The first drop of wax coated her erect nipple and made her gasp and pull away.
“Remember your safe word, baby. Your way out.”
She nodded, biting her lower lip. It felt like there was a heater in my chest, realizing she trusted me. She didn’t use her safe word.
Unable to help myself, I pried open her pussy lips, confirming the dripping arousal there. Bending down, I lapped up the trickle of her arousal. “You’re wet, Eva. You enjoy this.”
I gathered her hair at the nape and tied it up with a soft piece of rope.
“You’re behaving like a good girl, and it pleases me so much. There are rewards for your obedience.” It boded well for her induction, although I knew convincing her to take part would not be easy.
I dipped the taper again, and spelled out my initials, one over each breast. R.M. The sight was so hot, I yanked my towel off, wrapped my hand around my cock, and fisted myself.
“I told you I’d make you mine, Eva. You’re going to be covered in my cum.”
This time, her gasp was a blend of surprise and sensuality.
I prepared her by splashing a large drop of wax across her nipple. While she sucked in a breath of air, I dominated her pussy with my other hand, fingering her clit until she was writhing and drenched. She howled, “Roberto! Oh, God! You’re making me come!”
She settled. Her breathing returned to its regular rhythm. I’d bathed my fingers in her juices and I removed her blindfold so she had to watch me lick them off.
Eva tasted delicious.
As soon as she could see straight again, her eyes transfixed on my cock. She watched it bob up and down, responding to her visual plea.
And raw need made me brutal with desire.