Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

S elena

"Good girl. Such a very good girl."

I was sweltering under my dress from the words alone. There was complete respect in his eyes after making the statement and I was floored how mesmerizing they were. Had I actually agreed to this?

"How do I know you won't hurt me?"

Every touch was light and comforting, his voice deepening as he seemed to be speaking from the heart. "What I haven't told you is that I'm a master dom."

"A what?"

"It means, cupcake, that I've spent time training with those who have been in this industry and spent time learning their craft. That includes working with an older dom from Japan. His techniques were amazing, including teaching me the art of Shibari."

It was obvious I was so far out of my element. "What?"

He laughed. "Rope play. That is something you've yet to see and I hope to introduce you to. The master explained the importance of limits, highlighting how to know your submissive innately."

"You don't know me at all. How could you know my limits?"

I loved and hated the way he brushed his lips against my cheek, biting on my earlobe before whispering, "You are curious and have explored on the internet, perhaps in books and maybe visiting a kink club once out of curiosity, but you are a complete novice. Fearful yet excited. Yes?"

He'd pegged me far too easily. "Yes."

"You long to explore the submissive side to you while confused as to why you prefer to remain the dominant in business."

I shuddered just hearing the way he was describing me. Me! "Yes."

"Then I know enough to respect your limits. You may not trust me yet, but I will not allow you to push your boundaries but so far. I will push them just enough. Understood?"

He pulled away, his grip on my chin still firm. "Yes."

"And when we are playing, you will show me that respect by calling me sir."

"Not master?" I teased and was rewarded with a swat on the butt.

"Not necessary. Do you understand?"

I swallowed the bile in my throat as well as my pride. "Yes. Sir."

"Good girl. Undress for me while I prepare the swing."

He brushed his thumb back and forth across my face, which only created another wave of tingles. When he pushed the thick digit past my lips, his eyes instantly became hooded.

I was no longer shocked by my instant and crazy behavior around him. I immediately sucked on his thumb without being asked. He smiled very slowly as he pumped his finger several times, allowing me to get it nice and wet.

"Thank you, sir." Geez. Had I really called him that? I had. The better question was could I trust him enough not to harm me? "May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"You won't harm me. I mean not really?"

His smile was warming. "There is a significant difference between teaching you the power of pain mixed with pleasure and harming you. I will never, ever allow any harm to come to you physically or mentally."

"What about emotionally?" Why did that pop out of my mouth?

Valerio looked away briefly. "I hope that I can make that promise."

But he couldn't.

At least the man was being honest. That was something. Right?

He patted my face and nodded toward one of three chairs positioned in an arrangement in the room. "You can put your dress and heels there."

I couldn't move as he walked away, heading immediately to the swing. The butterflies had returned in full force, becoming more of a swarm than a nice warm feeling. I'd agreed to this and I planned on going through with it. Besides, he'd seen me unclothed before. Kind of. Even if one sexy event had been in the dark.

In his car.

The constant nagging the inner was giving me was soon turned into laughter. Trust. He was nuts if he believed the experience would allow me to feel that way.

Huffing, I turned around and headed toward the chair, kicking off my heels. A warm flush crept up on my cheeks, but I was determined to ignore the sensations. I was a big girl and being on a swing was child's play. Right? I almost snorted from the thought but thought it unladylike.

I tugged off my dress, holding my head high.

Then full embarrassment swept through my system like being forced to walk over hot coals. I covered my breasts with my arm and flexed open my fingers, placing my hand in front of my pussy. Thank God I'd shaved that morning, or I would be humiliated.

Really?

That's what I was thinking about?

I felt him behind me seconds later, running his fingers over my shoulders and down my arms, tugging on the one protecting my tits.

"You're too beautiful to ever cover up, cupcake. Now, come. You will enjoy this."

"I doubt it."

He led me to the swing, lifting me up without me asking. It was hanging from what looked like steel bars from the ceiling, almost appearing like a hammock given the netting. Except for the shackles.

After running his fingers down the inside of one leg, he gently placed my ankle into one of the leather cuffs, his eyes never leaving mine as he fastened the strap and buckle. As he repeated the move, I realized I'd never been so vulnerable in my life. I wasn't getting that freeing feeling just yet.

"Now, lift your arms for me."

"You are not going to shackle my arms down. After all, I need to be able to smack you." The truth was I was claustrophobic, incapable of being tied down.

His laugh was infuriating. "Hold onto the bars, cupcake. Nothing more. However, I am going to blindfold you."

"I…" I was ready to say no, but he gave me a stern look.

"Lean back and relax."

I followed his command but with reservations. As I gripped the small bars, my knuckles were almost immediately white from another wave of apprehension. He moved behind me and I could tell he was searching through a cabinet. When he returned, he placed something on a table then showed me the blindfold.

"Breathe and close your eyes."

His husky voice was far too comforting. I obeyed, taking several deep breaths. When the blindfold was secured, he teased me tenderly by brushing his fingertips along one arm to my leg. His footsteps indicated he'd walked in front of the swing.

I sucked in my breath all over again, uncertain what he was going to do.

"Agony and ecstasy. Pain and pleasure. They truly do go hand in hand."

For a full thirty seconds, I felt nothing, the anticipation killing me. Suddenly, I felt his mouth and tongue on my pussy and I jerked up, unable to keep from gasping. The pleasure was sweet, so much so that I had to bite back a scream. He was an expert with his mouth and within seconds, he had me completely relaxed, my head even lolled to the side.

He was caressing my inner thighs tenderly as he drove his tongue deep inside.

"Oh… Yes." I was panting more and more with every swipe of his tongue. It truly was magical, so much so I could lose myself in bliss for a lengthy period of time.

Everything he did was perfect, including the way he pumped several fingers inside my tight channel, even curling the ends. I was brought so close to a powerful orgasm. So close.

Then he pulled away.

"Where… are you going?"

"Shush, little girl. I'm not done with you." His footsteps indicated he was walking away again and it was all I could not to jerk off my blindfold in an effort to figure out what came next.

But I didn't. For some crazy reason, I wanted to show him that I could be a good girl. Wasn't that insane?

He was driving me crazy with the anticipation, very slowly returning in front of the swing where he had the nerve to rock it slowly. As if I was a baby.

The hard whooshing sound caught my attention, but I was immediately drawn to what I'd heard with the girl when she'd been flogged. I couldn't react fact enough, a blast of pain coursing through me like wildfire.

"Oh. My. God." Everyone in the entire place had to hear my cry.

He rolled his hand up my stomach, pinching and twisting one nipple. "Allow the moment of agony to spill through your system."

"Are you out of your mind? It's insane. You're insane." While I was still holding onto the handles as instructed, I was rocking the damn swing myself, still panting as the round of pain subsided.

But he issued two more cracks right in the middle of my pussy and I was lit up like a Christmas tree, gasping like a crazed animal. "That. Fucking. Hurts."

"Yes, but good girls who obey and learn to trust are rewarded." Almost instantly, he soothed the burning pain by dragging his tongue up and down the length of my pussy.

I'd be damned if the electricity rolling through me wasn't insanely amazing, so much so if the leg restraints hadn't been keeping me wide open, I would have pushed my legs as far open as possible. Oh, I couldn't believe it.

Another few swipes of his rough tongue were followed by three more cracks to my pussy then two to my inner thighs.

This time, I couldn't have held back a scream for anything. Almost instantly, he repeated the soothing moment, allowing the white-hot heat and my frazzled nerves to slide down the Richter scale. There was no chance I was enjoying this.

But I was.

He repeated the entire scenario at least three more times and I could feel the endorphins kicking in like athletes experienced. I couldn't believe it but as the rush of excitement mixed with fire and adrenaline, I was positively euphoric.

I wasn't even aware when he stopped, gently swinging my blissful body back and forth. I was in a beautiful lull, one I never wanted to come out of. My pussy ached and throbbed and the sensitivity level was off the charts.

Maybe he did know me a little bit better than I wanted to admit.

Maybe seconds, maybe minutes later, I heard a rustling sound and tried to decipher what I was hearing. The blackness covering my eyes no longer terrified me. I was simply in a beautiful vacuum where all time had stopped.

Somehow, I figured out what he was doing.

Removing his clothes.

Oh, my God. He was going to fuck me like this and I was thoroughly and completely excited. How could that be?

Another noise popped into my eardrums and it took me a bit longer to figure it out. He was lowering the swing just slightly, the noise something mechanical. He was ensuring he would be able to ravish my body.

I felt his hands on me seconds later, his huge hands cupping and squeezing my breasts. I was still tingling all over, still in a magnificent haze. But when he pinched my nipples, I was lit up like a firecracker again. But this time, the pain was entirely different. Deeper.

More sensual.

"Do not let go of the handles or you will be punished," he said gruffly.

I tried to show him I was obeying by clenching the bars harder than before. "Yes, sir." Respect. Ha. I'd never called my father sir in my life. But he'd never demanded it. Maybe because the man had always been too busy.

"You are a beautiful woman destined to be a submissive. My submissive. I won't allow anyone else to touch you."

Normally, I would be furious with any man for being so possessive but in this regard, my juices trickled faster, my mind a wonderful blur of being his need for ownership. Was he serious or was this nothing more than scene playing?

For now, I'd relax and enjoy.

And nearly explode with passion.

He continued pinching as he peppered kisses down my stomach. The sensations were already driving me wild, tickling just enough I couldn't remain still. And lord, I had issues trying to obey him with my hands, longing to run my fingers through his thick hair.

But I needed to remind myself that for tonight if no other time, he was my master.

Still, there were fleeting thoughts that I was more of his prey than anything else. The thought was silly. Yes, we were competing in a sense, likely to remain enemies. However, there was something to be said for the enemies-to-lovers concept. Whew.

When he finally ran his fingers down my chest to my hips, I was trembling all over. The powerful man did have that effect on me, but part of it was all about the control he had over me at this moment. Yes, I was vulnerable, but he seemed right in that he'd known almost instinctively how much pain I needed.

And craved.

Did all women feel this way or was I a weirdo?

I would soon have that word stamped on my forehead.

He exhaled in an exaggerated sound before bending over and blowing across my stomach. I was ready to be lit like a fire, his breath pure gasoline. He toyed with me a little further, brushing his stiff cock up and down my aching pussy. The sensations were entirely different since he'd whipped my pussy.

I had to admit the feeling was a bit addictive.

Panting, I squeezed the bars, jerking up more out of desire than anything, already arching my back. When he pushed only a couple of inches inside, I thought for certain I would go mad. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"What do you want, my cupcake?"

His deep-throated voice was having a hypnotic effect on me. "Ummm… Please fuck me."

"The magic word?"

Oh, a part of me wanted to get him for this. "Sir."

"Repeat it so I know for certain."

The hint of amusement in his voice was annoying but I was ready to beg him for just about everything. "Please, fuck me, sir."

"Soft?"

"Hard. Fast. Rough. Sir!"

I knew what we were doing was not only playing with fire but also tempting fate and our future, but I was so aroused every cell was on fire, every muscle jumping out of my skin. When he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, I was breathless. Lightheaded.

Ready to beg for everything he could give me.

My muscles stretched more than they had before given the angle. I couldn't help but issue several ragged moans, panting afterwards as stars floated in front of my eyes. I longed to see him, to watch his face pinch but the lack of some sensory perception heightened others.

I felt as if I was floating as he pulled out, plunging in deep, hard strokes. The swing heightened everything. Every emotion. Every vibration.

Every desire.

Tossing my head back and forth, I was driven into another plane of existence, my mind spinning with so many decadent and filthy ideas. How could anything I'd considered so bad feel so damn good?

My pussy continued clamping around his cock, drawing him in even deeper. I was shocked how good this felt, how much I never wanted it to end.

"You are perfect in every way. Perfect for me," he growled and the sound was just as thrilling as the man.

He had the stamina of a bull, fucking me so roughly and for so long that I could no longer think or breathe. His sounds were animalistic, so primal that I allowed myself to become lost in them.

"Are you ready to come for me, cupcake?"

"Yes. Oh, please, sir."

"Only when I allow you to."

Was he kidding me? This was how he was going to control me? At his words I was pitched into the moment where I wasn't certain I could hold back any longer.

"Do you hear me, cupcake?"

When I didn't answer right away, he cracked his fingers across my clit in a stark reminder.

"Yes, sir. Yes. Sir." Dear God, I doubted I could remain obedient. I heard my breathing, which was as unrecognizable as my voice. Meanwhile, I was dying inside, my toes curling from the sheer desperate need to climax.

Valerio pumped several more times, his breathing now more labored than I'd heard it before. When I dared squeeze my muscles on purpose, he let off a loud roar like a lion.

"Come for me, princess. Come. Now!"

I'd never believed any woman could ever come by command, but my body responded instantly, the wild orgasm shooting through me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I was shaking so hard that if I hadn't been strapped in, I would have fallen.

He wasn't stopping, still fucking me as if I was the air he needed to breathe, every sound he made keeping the fire burning.

"Come again for me."

His command seemed to echo but once again, I obeyed, savoring the thrill of release as well as being able to let go completely. I'd never felt this euphoric in my life.

I wasn't certain how long it was before I came down from the rafters but when I did, I was exhausted yet exhilarated. I wasn't certain how the combination was possible.

But that's exactly how I felt.

There was no way of telling how long he left me in the swing but when he removed the blindfold, he was completely dressed and utterly meticulous.

And I was completely disappointed.

He helped me down and when I tried to push him away, he refused to allow it. As he placed his hand around my throat, something strange happened that I would never be able to explain.

And likely would never admit.

A wave of trust rushed through me.

He would try to crush both me and my father's business. Of that I had no doubt. And I was up to the task, wanting him to bring it on. But I knew with my body he would never dare allow anything to happen to me.

However, as I stared into his piercing eyes, the less than subtle hint of our increasing connection was there.

Maybe it was my heart I needed to worry about.