Catarina
Our bed?
“What does that mean?” My head is already spinning, thanks to hanging over Gianni’s shoulder and how suddenly this is all happening. He had to go and add a twist that makes my heart race and my breath come short. Our bed.
I barely get a good look at the large, masculine room with its dark wood furnishings before he sets me on the king-size bed. The silk duvet is soft against my bare legs, and the scent of his spicy cologne hangs in the air. I want to wrap myself up in it.
Fear and anticipation singe my nerves, and it freezes me solid when he takes the neck of the shirt in both hands—tearing it open, shredding the thin cotton. My heart jumps, and my nipples pebble when the cold air hits them.
But he’s the real reason, just as he’s the reason I’m wet enough to squelch a little when I clamp my thighs together.
His eyes are almost black by the time he pulls the ruined shirt from my body and crumples it in his fist. “If you want an oversized shirt,” he growls, “you’ll wear one of mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I gulp.
A look of deep satisfaction washes over his face, softening some of the sharp edges. “Good girl.”
Hearing him say that does something to me. All I’ve ever wanted is for him to see me, notice me, want me. Knowing I please him is like the cherry on top.
The shirt falls from his fist and hits the floor. “Do you trust me?”
There’s only one answer he wants to hear, and it’s the only answer that makes any sense. I do trust him, even when he keeps me on the edge of my seat with all his mysterious mood swings.
“Yes.” I mean it with all my heart.
Without another word, he walks to the foot of the bed and reaches down for something at each corner. I swear I forget to breathe. Watching, waiting. The anticipation has the power to kill me.
At first, I’m not sure what I’m looking at. There are black ropes with wide leather cuffs attached to the ends. I can’t figure it out right away.
Not until he pulls out a third rope near the headboard. And a fourth.
Restraints.
No wonder he wanted to know if I trusted him.
My pulse takes off at triple speed. He’s going to tie me to the bed.
Oh, god, yes. He’s going to tie me to the bed.
I’m not afraid. I’m impatient. Tied to Gianni’s bed. No way of stopping him from doing whatever he wants. Being at his mercy. My brain tells me no, but I want this. Want him.
“Lie down.” There is no disobeying, especially when his jaw is clenched so tight his mouth barely moves. He’s a man holding on by the skin of his teeth. Something dark and dangerous strains inside him, threatening to break loose and wreak havoc on me.
It’s easy to lie back then and give myself to him. I want it. Whatever it is.
“That’s right,” he mutters, wrapping the cuff around my left wrist, cinching the metal buckle until I wince from the pressure. “You need to learn, and this is the only way I can teach you.”
I’m as confused as ever, even though my body’s all-in. Blood racing, skin flushed, the ache between my thighs so intense I could cry. If he doesn’t touch my pussy soon, I might die.
“We need to break down those walls you’ve built around yourself,” he continues in a deceptively smooth voice, cuffing my left ankle, then my right. “You’ve spent your entire life telling yourself not to go too far. Haven’t you?”
I nod, watching him test the strength of the restraints with a sharp tug. He’s efficient like he’s done this before. I guess if he has restraints lying around like this, it means he’s experienced.
If I could pick anybody to introduce me to these dark delights, I’m glad it’s him. That thought eases the tension in my shoulders and back, making it easier to settle against the pile of pillows behind me.
The final cuff cinches tight around my right wrist, digging into my flesh. I test the strength of the leather with a tug that does nothing but make the edge dig deeper. At first, it appears to be enough for him to stand back and stare at me. Goosebumps cover my skin everywhere his gaze lands.
“Think about everything you’ve denied yourself. All the pleasure you could’ve enjoyed.” He continues his slow study of my naked body while unbuttoning his tailored shirt, then opening it to reveal his inked chest and torso. Deep hunger unfurls in my core, and my fingers twitch at the thought of tracing every line until I know each tattoo by heart.
“I’m the man who’s going to tear down those walls and show you everything you’ve missed.” He kicks off his shoes, then slowly lowers his pants to reveal the bulge behind his boxers. I was already hot and wet, but his little strip tease leaves me soaking the sheets.
When he takes his huge, thick shaft in one hand, I tense from head to toe. My mouth waters. He came minutes ago, but he’s already rock hard. He looks chiseled from marble, his body covered in corded muscle and smooth, tanned skin. More beautiful than I ever imagined. And I did a lot of imagining.
This is no dream. This is real, no matter how unbelievable it seems.
Slowly, he climbs onto the foot of the bed, between my spread legs. His half-lidded eyes zero in on my exposed pussy and stay there while he strokes himself.
“Look how wet this pretty pussy is.” His words are like magic, making me shiver even though there’s a furnace burning in my core. “I bet you’d feel like hot silk wrapped around my cock. Squeezing, begging for my seed.”
Why don’t you find out?I don’t know what’s happening to me or who I’m turning into. I almost said that out loud. This must be what he means by the walls around me. The way I hold myself back.
I lift my head, watching with my heart in my throat as he lines his bulbous purple head up with my flooded cleft. All it takes is the slightest pressure against what is already swollen and throbbing to make me lift my hips as much as I can.
“That’s it,” he croons, brushing the head of his cock through my swollen folds. “Give in to what you want. Don’t stop yourself.”
“It feels… so good…” My head rolls from side to side, and the sweetest sensations ripple through me. “More. More.”
“Are you on birth control?” he asks when his head slides dangerously close to my entrance.
I strain against the ropes holding me still.
I’ve never been this needy, but nobody has taken me to such a pleasurable place, where it feels like my life hangs in the balance of whatever comes next.
“Yes, the pill,” I grunt, struggling to get him inside. There is nothing standing between us. Why is he hesitating?
”There’s too much risk,” he mutters, seemingly to himself, his brow furrowed like he’s struggling. “I’ll have to settle for this.”
“Oh, my god!” My cry echoes through the room when he presses his head against my needy hole but goes no further. Nerve endings sizzle and dance, the tension strong enough to drive me out of my skull. “More! Please! Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“Just the tip,” he mutters over my cries, teasing me before moving back to the folds around my clit.
It’s not the same, but it’s just as good—maybe better, since the friction he creates, combined with his grunts of pleasure, sends me racing toward the edge of the cliff. My body doesn’t care about right or wrong. All it wants is more.
Jerking his hips, he drives himself up and down the length of my sopping pussy. “I can’t even describe how beautiful you look tied to the bed at my complete mercy.” He’s breathing hard, losing himself the way I am. “Give it to me. Give me that orgasm, Caterina. Come for me.”
I’m going to. I’m so close, my muscles contract, my body tensing until I seize up—then shatter, screaming wordlessly in the wake of my release after so much tension. Waves of bliss wash over me while I writhe helplessly and croak the only word I can think of. “Gianni! Gianni!”
A rush of warmth startles me out of my haze. I open my eyes and look down the length of my torso to find him coming again, this time on my stomach. He’s coating it in his sticky fluid.
I don’t understand the swell of pride the sight brings me. How right it feels for him to mark me with his release. Like he owns me.
He does.
He swipes a hand through his cum, and I watch with amazement as he rubs it in like lotion all across my pussy. Marking me further. Making sure there’s no cleaning him off me.
Our eyes meet, and he offers a ghost of a grin. “Mine. All mine.”
I nod, caught up in the moment. Fascinated by him. Wanting him all over again.
“Such a good girl. You trusted me. Turns out I might make an obedient girl out of you after all.” His smile warms me to the tips of my toes.
I wish I could let his voice soothe me into relaxation, but now that the crazy rush of yearning has passed, there’s nothing but cold, hard reality in its wake, and I’m reminded of my betrayal. Tatiana would kill me if she found out. This would destroy our friendship.
“Are you sure this is right?” I hate myself for asking, but I have to. I can’t pretend we’re the only people in the world.
His lips gather in a thin line of what has to be disappointment. I brace myself for his anger—I should’ve waited until he untied me—but all he says is, “Stop doubting yourself. Are you an adult, Caterina?”
“Yes.”
He keeps rubbing, almost massaging his jizz into my skin. “Do you want this?”
I don’t have to think about it. “Yes.”
He nods slowly before meeting my gaze, unblinking. “Then it doesn’t matter whether this is right or wrong. All that matters is what we want.”
I mull it over while he unbuckles my restraints. All that matters is us. Is that true? I can’t believe how much I want it to be.
“How do you feel?” He takes my chafed wrist in both hands and rubs it tenderly, his thumb tracing the pink line the leather left behind. “Does this hurt?”
“Not really, no.” I smile.
“Fucking perfect.” He presses his lips to my wrist before leaning down and, to my surprise, brushing his mouth against mine. His kiss is gentle and sweet, but enough to set my soul on fire. He sinks his hands into my hair and cradles my head, his tongue sweeping the seam of my lips, tantalizing but stopping short of plunging inside.
“Let me hold you,” he whispers, peppering tiny kisses over my mouth. “Please.”
Our eyes meet, and we share a smile before he pulls back the duvet, and I scurry underneath it. He follows, stretching out on his back and holding his arms out to me.
Nothing in the world could stop me from settling against his firm chest, resting against him, and closing my eyes as his arms encase me. Arms as strong as I knew they would be. For the first time in days, it’s easy for me to relax. As much as I want to stay awake and savor every minute of this, the sleep I’ve missed out on since the breakup catches up to me all at once and pulls me under.
The last thing I hear is Gianni whispering my name. “Caterina. My sweet Caterina.”
I’m smiling when I fall asleep.