I lift her shoulders and head up slightly and then, reaching for the juice, I bring the straw to her mouth and watch as she takes a long pull. I should have done this straightaway when Ibrought her in here. The way she’s sucking down the liquid, she’s been parched this whole time.
That’s actually a good thing.
She finishes the drink, and I set it on the table, then ease her back down onto the bed.
The satin blindfold is soft and thick. I lay the material over her eyes, lifting her head and tying it before laying her head back down on the pillow.
“What are you doing?” She asks breathily. Is it fear or a heightened sense of anticipation? I don’t know. But I’m about to find out.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Althea responds hungrily. But she’s not in charge, and we’re not playing this game by her rules, so I pull back a bit, grazing her lips ever so softly. She growls in frustration, turning her head away in a pout. I smile knowing she can’t see me.
“You don’t like my lips on yours, little devil?” I taunt, brushing the same feather-light kisses along her cheek and down her neck. Each kiss barely a whisper against her skin. Goosebumps breakout across her skin, and her breathing has changed. She may think she doesn’t like soft and slow, but her body does. “Perhaps you’d like them somewhere else.”
I stand up, grabbing the flogger, and walk to the foot of the bed, dragging the thin leather tails along her skin as I go. Althea twitches at the soft touch. She prefers a rough, hard, thud-like, pain-filled touch.
In due time.
I continue caressing every inch of her body—up and down, then in circles with tiny flicks. Her breathing has picked up. She’s pulling at her restraints in frustration.
“Enzo,” she growls.
“Hmm.”
“If you’re going to fuck me, get on with it. I don’t need gentle coercion.” Althea moves her hips, but she can’t close her thighs no matter how hard she tries. Her arousal is dripping onto the bed beneath her.
I continue my ministrations, and when her face contorts with anger, I lift the flogger and bring it down hard across her thighs. It lands with a loudthud, and Althea yelps.
“Is that what you want, little devil? You need to be punished?”
“Mhm.” I smile at her loss for words. I strike her thighs, her belly, her breasts. Her body jumps with each strike. Her breathing is coming in ragged pants now. She starts shaking her head slowly, back and forth. The pills are beginning to take effect. Her heightened arousal and heart rate speeding up the effects just as I’d hoped.
Time for some answers.
“My head is …fuzzy.”Althea says, her speech slowing slightly.
“Hmm. Baby? You okay? Do you need more?” she grunts. The flogger lies still across her abdomen, and her hips wiggle, seeking the pain she desires. “I need words.”
“Y-yes.” I chuckle, then drag the flogger gently across her skin again in a light caress, frustrating her further.
Leaning over her body, I get close to her ear and whisper, “Tell me again, Althea. Why were you at the Landing Strip tonight?” Before she can answer, I snap the flogger over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, avoiding her dripping sex.
“I was meeting The Bishop.” I reward her, plunging two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as she moves her hips to the rhythm of my hand.
“How did you know where to find him?” I continue ramping her up, bringing her to the edge of her release, and slow my hand to almost a complete stop. Althea groans.
“Ugh. Enzo,” she whines. A light sheen of sweat dots her skin.
“How, Althea?” I pick up the pace of my once again, laying the flogger on her breasts. She’s close again, and I retreat.
“Bash told me!” she shouts. Reaching for the bullet vibrator, I turn it on and lay it over her clit but don’t apply pressure.
“And why would Sebastian Malgeri tell you this?”
“He said he could help me find …” She bites her lip, costing herself pleasure. I pull my hand and the bullet away. If she could move freely, I’d bet she would kick her feet at me right about now. The image makes me smile.
“What are you trying to find, baby? Maybe I can help you.”
Her breathing has slowed down again, her head lulling back and forth. I’m running out of time.
