Chapter 12

He’s gotdesire and hunger in his eyes.

We’re sitting on the bed, my legs practically on his lap while he caresses my face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks slowly, and I nod, watching the way his pupils dilate as he leans in.

The kiss is softer than the last time, and it feels like my body has been craving for it ever since. The kiss brings me back to life, creating a fire in my body, and I can’t think of anything else.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and a moan rolls out of mine, causing him to groan and grab my hips harshly.

“Ah, fuck,” I whisper.

“Sorry,” he says as he pulls back with worry in his eyes.

“I didn’t say to stop kissing me,” I tease before I pull him by the neck to kiss him again. My body works on its own accord as I shift my hips until I’m sitting on him.

Our chests press against one another, and our panting fills the room. The ache between my legs intensifies as I rub myself against him.

“Shit, por favor,” he whimpers.

I pull back, and he gives me a confused look. “What? Everything okay?”

I smile before placing my hands on his chest. “I never heard that before from a man.”

“What?”

“A whimper.”

He looks at me before leaning in and biting my bottom lip. I squeal and squirm before lowering my hands on his chest to his sides and tickling him slightly.

“Hey! That’s foul play!”

“You’re the one that bit me,” I protest. His hands on my hips tighten, and I hope they leave bruises in their wake.

“You’re delicious. So fucking delicious. I want to bite every part of you,” he reasons.

My face heats up at this, and I bite my lip. “Really?”

“Yes, ángel. Every inch of you.” His hands move from my hips to my waist before climbing higher until they’re high under my breasts. He looks at me for a moment, and I give him a single nod. He cups my breasts, and with the V-cut in the center, he uses it to his advantage to squeeze and have them almost spill out of the dress.

His thumbs brush over my covered nipples, and I moan, closing my eyes.

“Oh? You like that?” His voice gets lower, and I feel like I’m about to enter heaven tonight.

“Yes, yes, I do,” I pant.

His thumbs then pinch the fabric of the dress, just enough to grab my nipples and pinch them as well.

“Take it off,” he says.

I open my eyes and look at him. His eyes seem to shift into a more authoritative glare, and at this moment, if he asked me to get on all fours and crawl to him, I would.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper before grabbing the hem of the dress and shifting my body away from his to pull it up and off me. I take care not to knock off my mask in the process. He breathes heavily through his teeth as he watches me toss the dress to the floor.

“Te pusiste esto para mí esta noche?”

I nod, running my hands over my lingerie. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched, so I twist them, and it elicits a moan from my lips. His eyes turn dark, and I smirk as he continues to watch me run my hands over the curves of my breasts then down to my stomach.

At first, I thought he’d not be attracted to me once he saw me in lingerie and saw that I’m not all slim waist and skinny. No, he looks at me like he’s unable to look away.

He drinks me in.

“Please let me,” he whispers, reaching for me. I nod, and he practically falls on the bed as he tries to get to me. His hands are on my laced bra, tracing every pattern and then pulling the fabric down until my breasts pop out. He looks up at me before leaning in and placing his mouth on my nipple.

“Fuck,” I whimper as his tongue glides over my nipple, and his mouth sucks perfectly.

I subconsciously roll my hips toward him, and he grabs my waist once more, causing shivers to run down my body. My hands go to his head, grasping his hair, and I yank hard.

“Shit, ángel, be easy on me, please,” he seems to beg as he pulls away and looks at me from underneath his lashes.

“Baby steps,” I remind him as he nods and latches his mouth on my other nipple. I lean my head back and bite my lip to keep a moan in, but it’s no use. It’s like a goddamn symphony coming out of my mouth with the way his tongue glides and bites my nipples.

I’m done for, and we haven’t even started.

“Please, I need more,” I beg, rolling my head back and pulling him off my breast. His lips are shiny with saliva, and he looks almost saddened by what I just did.

“What do you need? Dime,” he almost pleads.

I look at the mirror to the left of us and see how close the edge of the bed is. An idea sparks.

“The mirror, we should use them, no?”

He looks at the mirror as well, and we lock eyes on it. “Do you trust me?” he finally says.

I nod before watching him get off the bed and then unbutton his dress shirt. He undoes the belt of his dress pants next before placing it on the bed. The sound of his shoes being taken off is next. He then pulls down his pants until he’s just in his black boxers. My jaw falls as I study him.

He’s not just handsome but ripped. Like whatever he does for work daily is lifting heavy things. He’s got veins on his arms, and his chest puffs out with muscle, and he’s got a six-pack at least. The v that points straight to his cock is barely covered by the waistband of his boxers. There’s some hair on his chest that travels low, a definite happy trail that sparks something inside me.

He’s so manly. More than I’ve ever seen in my life. He takes care of himself, and it shows.

“I’m guessing you like what you see,” he smirks at me through the mirror. I look at myself and find my neck and chest slightly rosy from my blushing, and I can’t imagine what my cheeks look like under this mask. My brown eyes stare back at me, and I try to calm my breathing.

When he makes a move, my eyes are on him again. He grabs the belt before climbing the bed and getting closer to me. I’m sitting on my knees, watching him with curious eyes.

“Can I wrap your arms with this?” he’s right behind me, still talking to me through the mirror. He lifts the belt and waves it so I can see. I nod, unsure how to respond coherently.

Then I remember that he can’t proceed unless I verbally consent. “Y-yes,” I manage to squeak out.

He smiles before adjusting himself to be pressed against my back. He grabs one of my arms, twisting it behind my back. I mimic the movement with my other arm until he’s got both my arms stacked on one another behind me. At first, I think he’s just going to tie my wrists together with the belt, but I feel the way he wraps it around my forearms.

“Tight enough?” he leans in and whispers.

“Yes, it’s good,” I answer, attempting to wiggle out of the hold, but it’s no use. My arms are securely fastened together with the belt.

My core flutters, and I clench my thighs. Fuck, we’re really doing this.

“Now what?” I whisper, almost too excited to know what he’s got in mind.

“Can I explore?”

I stare at him through the mirror and nod. He takes his time to lean into me. His chest is warm against my back, and his hands travel from my shoulders to my breasts again. I instinctively lean against him and roll my hips.

“You feel so soft, like a real damn angel,” he says as his hands travel lower to my stomach and then my hips. He squeezes my skin, and I almost lose my breath.

“Please,” I whisper, my hands attempting to reach for anything behind me. Being bound this way and wanting him to touch me everywhere is almost making it that much more sensitive. My nipples pebble again, and it takes him no time to notice. His hands are on my nipples in an instant, twisting them between his thumb and index fingers.

“Ah,” I whimper, pressing my ass against him in retaliation and closing my eyes. He presses his core into me, and that’s when my eyes pop open, and I stare at him through the mirror, and he’s smirking.

His erection is poking my back, and I’ve never wanted a man so desperately before.

“You’re doing okay? You remember the safe words?” he speaks up, twisting my nipples again before traveling back down to the waistband of my thong. One of his hands moves to my ass and squeezes it.

I squirm underneath his touch and nod, leaning my head back. He leans in, and his lips brush my neck, peppering me with kisses. “I need to hear you say it,” he reminds me.

“I’m doing amazing, please, more.” My body is on fire for him and I don’t know how else I can go on. I roll my hips again, and that causes his fingers to slip underneath the waistband. I moan, and he bites my neck.

He continues to suck on my neck and lather me with kisses as I get lost in the moment and continue to grind him this way and that. His fingers finally stop once they’re completely underneath the fabric of my thong.

“May I?” he asks, breathing heavily in my ear. He sounds just as desperate as me.

“Please,” I lean even more against his chest, and my arms are starting to hurt from how much I’m trying to resist the bondage and break free out of pure desire.

His fingers reach down and lightly touch my clit, causing my body to jolt. “Oh my god,” I whimper.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” he chuckles.

He continues to explore as his finger rubs against my clit and then lowers to glide between my pussy. I’m so wet, and he knows it. He groans in my ear before biting my neck again and lowering to my shoulder.

“So fucking wet. For me?” When I don’t respond, he flicks my clit with his fingers and I scream.

“Y-yes, for you,” I whimper.

“Que linda, just for me,” he chuckles lowly. It sends vibrations through my body, and that causes me to get even wetter, and he’s not even inside me yet. But I need him to be.

His fingers glide up and down before his thumb rubs smooth circles over my clit. I’m slowly getting closer to release, at just this, and it feels so pathetic but so good. I’ve never had a man make me come this quickly. Reeve was a close call, but for some reason… this man. He knows how to work my body just right with a feather touch.

“I need you,” I say, rolling my hips and jutting them forward to cause his fingers to slip lower to my entrance. “Inside me,” I finish with a pant.

“So fucking eager for me, baby,” he whispers before finally giving me what I want. He slips his thick finger inside me and doesn’t do it slowly. He does it in one swoop motion until he’s knuckle-deep. It stretches me, and I whine, throwing my head back even harder against him. My arms are starting to feel numb, but I don’t care.

“Please, don’t stop,” I breathe out.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he responds as he pumps his finger in and out of me. The sounds of how wet I am fills the room, and my pussy practically swallows his finger with every movement. He slowly enters a second finger before working that in and out of me as well.

“Tan buena,” he compliments me, and it fills my head with the sweetest praise.

“All for you,” I whimper.

“For me?” he asks, and I nod, turning to look at him. Not through the mirror, but face to face. He turns to catch me in a kiss, and he adds a third finger, causing me to scream into his mouth. Our masks clash against one another, making it more of an annoyance that they’re in the way when I’m feeling so good and almost to my peak.

I roll my hips to the rhythm of him finger fucking me, and I squirm before pulling away from his mouth to gasp.

“I’m s-so close,” I whimper. I shut my eyes tightly, chasing that relief. I’m at the highest point of my orgasm, and I’m about to crash.

Until he pulls his fingers out of me, and I whip my eyes open and stare at the mirror.

“I can’t let you come just yet,” he says with a shake of his head. I watch as he lifts his drenched fingers with my juices to his mouth before he licks them one by one. My chest is heaving as I watch him for a moment until my body is able to calm down from almost reaching an orgasm.

“Why?” I fairly ask, pouting. He steps back for a moment, and I frown, thinking he might be done with the room. He’s over it, and he didn’t get as much of a high as I did, and now he’s bored.

My mind starts to overthink until he’s latching his hands on my arms and undoing the belt. It takes a moment for me to realize that my arms are free to move until I roll my shoulders and flex my arms in front of me.

“Get on your back,” he demands as he tosses the belt to the ground. I don’t hesitate to flip over and catch my reflection on the ceiling mirror. He leans down to my waist, and I watch as his back muscles flex. My legs wrap around him, locking him in, and he chuckles.

He grabs my legs and kisses the inside of my thighs, and I squirm underneath, giggling. “Oh! I’m so ticklish there!”

“Yeah? Good to know,” he says before biting the inside of my thigh, and I squeeze my legs together over his neck. He hisses and taps my thighs, and I release the hold.

“Sorry,” I mumble, but he shakes his head.

“I want you satisfied before you choke me,” he jokes.

“Okay,” I mumble, biting my lip. I look down and watch him lift his gaze to me. His hair flops a little over the mask, and it’s the prettiest sight. His lips are still glistening of me, and I buck my hips toward him.

“Let’s take this off,” he says, nods to my bra, and I oblige, unclasping the bra in the back and tossing it to who knows where. My nipples are still hard, and he admires the sight.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, even though I have no idea what I’m in for.

He smiles before kissing my thighs again and then looking back at me. His eyes suddenly turn to mischief. He grabs the sides of the thong before pulling hard and ripping it into pieces to give him full access.

“I want you to look at that mirror above. Don’t you dare take your eyes off it. I want you to watch yourself come undone as I eat you out. Got it?”

I nod before laying my head back and staring at his back muscles flex as he grips my thighs in a possessive manner. I jolt and moan as he starts kissing my thighs and making his way to my pussy.

His breath fans over my clit, and I whine, doing my best not to look down. I take this time to reach down and grab his hair. It’s soft and my fingers glide through effortlessly.

“Good, hold on, baby,” he whispers before he glides his tongue over my clit. I whimper and buck my hips at the movement.

He’s good as he glides his tongue down my pussy and then teases my entrance. He then moves back up to suck on my clit and then continues to glide up and down before pushing his tongue into me. It feels so fucking good, and my lips purse before my brows pinch together. I’m so focused on myself that I start to realize how fucking amazing this is. Watching yourself come undone under someone’s doing.

“God, I can’t,” I whimper.

“He’s not here right now, just me. Deep breaths, baby,” he responds before diving back in and pushing his tongue into me. I scream before clutching his scalp even more, and he presses his mouth against my pussy even more.

His muscles are working overtime as he holds onto me, imprinting every inch of me with his fingers. I watch in the mirror as his arm reaches up to find my nipple and twists it, elevating my senses and causing me to grind my pussy against his face.

There’s a pinching feeling, and I yelp, looking down and realizing that his mask got caught and pinched my inner thigh.

“Fuck,” he lifts his head, wiping his mouth. “Sorry, still not used to these masks.”

I push myself up on my elbows, and my whole body moves with my breathing as I try to calm it after his mouth had me go to heaven. “We don’t need them in here. We can take them off.”

He looks taken back for a moment before remembering the rules. “I forgot. But I respect your privacy and don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”

I shake my head, feeling more confident than ever before. “I trust you,” I finally say.

This seems to work because he lifts his hand to his mask, but then he pauses and looks at me.

He’s nervous.

“What?”

“I don’t want you disappointed,” he whispers. His fingers hover under the lining of the mask, battling the uncertainty of what will happen once he takes it off.

That’s when I decide to take action. I need him to trust me. I trust him right now, and he knows that. But maybe taking off my mask first will show him that he can trust me to do the same.

I know it’s risky, but that’s why this club has so many rules. If he ends up hating me and wants a different girl, then he’s allowed to request it. I don’t ever have to get a room with him again if that’s what he wants.

“I’ll go first,” I suggest, reaching for the ties on the back of my head.

His eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yes. Then we can continue, right?”

“No more pinching, that’ll be helpful,” he jokes. I laugh and then undo the ties with one hand as I continue to steady myself on my other elbow.

He watches carefully, his hands on my thighs. He looks like a kid waiting for the reveal of Santa or something. It’s adorable.

I close my eyes as the ties fall and grab the mask, lifting it off my face. I open my eyes and toss the mask to the bed before gazing back at Snakebite.

But he’s no longer looking at me with curiosity. His eyes widen in absolute horror, and he wipes his mouth as if he just took the worst shot of vodka in his life.

“Rosalía?!” he screams, pushing off my thighs, and it hurts, so I yelp, but he’s too wrapped up in reaction to register what he did.

He flings himself off the bed and seems to be trying to put as much distance between us as possible. His erection is still prominent against his boxers.

“What? How do you know my name?” I ask, finally registering that he said my real name. How does he know that? What is going on?

He takes a step back and almost bumps into the dresser behind him, continuing to try to create as much space as possible, but it’s no use.

I watch him for a second before he rips his mask off, wasting no time. And that’s when I fall back on the bed and cover my breasts in complete shock and horror.

No, no, no. What did we just do?

What. The. Fuck.

“Frankie?!”