“So I stay here until then?” I ask. The steam of our breath mingles. “With you?”
My head is like a pot of overcooked rice. I can identify individual grains of thought, but everything is stuck together.
“For now, I don’t want you thinking about any of this. All I want you to do is get up to speed. Once we get Dafne, I’ll have them on the back foot. I’ll broker peace, then we go.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
CHAPTER 22
SARAH
Together, we go into the house designed for someone else, that exists, and that I feel safe inside. He closes the door.
“Do you trust me?” He unbuttons my jacket and slides it off my shoulders.
“Yes.” I shouldn’t answer so quickly, but the heart doesn’t hesitate.
“How much?”
“Why?”
“Because what I’m going to do to you, it’s going to hurt at first.”
When I inhale, the air is fire in my lungs, igniting a kindling in my belly. “I trust you.”
Pensively, he runs his fingers down my shirt, circling the nipples. “Go up to our bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”
I do as I’m told, and when I get to the bedroom, my breath isn’t short from the run up the stairs. My hands aren’t shaking as I undress because I’m scared. The flush in my cheeks isn’t from heat, and the tightness of my nipples isn’t from a chill.
It’s the promise of hurt. His hurt.
He’s still fully dressed when he comes in. He takes off his scarf. “Turn around.”
I turn my back to him, and he covers my eyes with the scarf.
“Now.” He spanks my bottom. “Walk to the bathroom.”
“But I can’t see.”
He spanks me again. “Go anyway, or I’ll tie your hands behind your back and send you on your knees.”
I want to make him proud. Prove myself. I know where the bathroom is, so I reach out for the wall, taking unsure steps. I’m in control of my thoughts and movements. Right or left? The choices are mine to make. But I’m hobbled without my sight, and I run into the corner of the bed.
“Right direction.” His voice echoes as if he’s already in the bathroom. “This way.”
Am I in control? Do I want to be, as long as Dario can wield power over me?
“Can I take this off?” My arms wave in front of me like a kid playing pin the tail on the donkey. I take another step.
“No.” The tub faucet goes on at full blast, sounding as though it’s coming from every direction and making his voice hard to follow. “A couple more steps.”
“Can you talk again?”
“I love seeing you find your own way to me.”
My foot touches cold tile. I smile.
“I made it!” I put my arms out for him, but he’s not in range. I step forward. No Dario. When I reach for the scarf’s knot, he grabs my hand from behind and places it on top of my head.
“You made it.” He puts the other hand over the first. “I knew you would.”
He touches me from neck, to breasts, to belly. I can’t decide if he’s behind me or in front, because it feels as though he’s everywhere. His hands push my feet apart, and it feels like he’s kneeling in front of me. His lips brush against my shoulders, and it feels as if he’s ten feet above me. No part of me is beneath his attention. My ankles, inside my elbow, the expanse of my back—they all turn incandescent at his touch.
When I’m glittering with sensation, he takes my hands off my head.
“I’m going to make this good for you.”
“I trust you.” My arms droop to my sides, completely relaxed.
“I know you can take it, but if it’s too much, you say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He pushes me forward, and though I’m convinced my legs are too loose to walk, I take a step.
“Lift your right leg.”
I’m not sure I can command my knees to bend, but they obey what my brain cannot. He guides me into the tub, on my knees, and bends me forward like a doll, putting my palms on the tile of the wall. He shuts off the faucet. The steam is wet on my face.
The hot water flows from a pitcher, warming the parts of me that are exposed to the air. From behind, his warm hands take my breasts before one drifts between my legs and pulls me back into him.
“Do you want to see?” he whispers. “I can take the scarf off.”
“Can we leave it? I know it’s getting wet.”
“Leave it.” He circles my clit, holding me tightly. “Open your legs.”
When I do, the hot water laps against me.
“This is mine.” He slides two fingers inside me.
“Yes.”
“Lean back.” He puts his hand back between my legs, but this time, he settles on my tighter opening and circling it. “Is this all right?”
“I can’t believe how good it feels.”
“Believe it.” Slowly, he pushes in his finger. “Do what I tell you, and you’ll feel so good. Next time, you’ll beg me to take your ass.”
Deeper. I feel as if he’s discovered a part of me I didn’t know existed. With a second finger, I’m dissolving into his arms and the embrace of the hot water. With his other hand, he circles my clit. I gasp with the intensity of the feeling.
“When I put my cock in your ass, it may hurt. But it’s better if I get you close to coming and keep you close.”
I feel the cock he’s talking about against my lower back. It’s a battering ram. It’s going to tear me apart.
“Okay.”
He speeds up the stimulation of my clit. “You’re so tight back here.” He buries two fingers in my ass. “So hot. It’s going to feel so good to fuck this little virgin hole. Show me how much you want it. Spread your ass apart.”
I reach down and spread my cheeks apart, and he gets his fingers in even deeper. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Will you?”
“No.”
“Good girl.”
He removes the two fingers and the hand that was on my nub. I gasp with the loss of them. Behind me, a cap snaps open, and he shifts me away from him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting ready.”
I take off the blindfold and look behind me. A tube of lotion floats in the hot water. He’s leaning back, wet from the chest down, fisting his dick. At this point, it looks bigger than it felt against my back.
“Hands and knees, beautiful. Show me your ass.”
“Now?”
He pushes me forward and I land with my hands on the tub wall. Then he pulls up my hips and squirts warmed lotion on my tailbone before smearing it down to my waiting ass with his two glorious fingers. It’s not long before I forget the thought of that monster in my bottom.
He takes away his hands. “Ready for my cock?”
“I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?” He flicks my clit, and I groan.
“It’s so big.”
“Yes, it is. And you can put it in as slow as you want.” He leans back, pulling me with him, and wedges his cock between my cheeks. “Just relax. Breathe.”