Carina whacks my chest with the back of her hand, keeping it there, and glowers at me. I take hold of her and encircle her wrist with the rope. Then I tighten the binding until her inner wrists nearly touch.
“I will not explain myself to you,viziata. And in this, plus a great many other things, you will not have your way.”
Her dainty nostrils flare. “My way? I haven’t had anything my way since the day I was born. My life has always been controlled by a man.”
“Well, now it will only be controlled by one man. Me.”
I release her to retrieve the remote from my dresser and push the button. The chain links rise, disappearing into the ceiling and pulling on Carina’s bound wrists. I don’t halt the upward movement until her arms are fully extended above her head and her breasts jut out. Then I toss the remote aside and it lands on the bed.
Using my knuckles, I graze her ribcage and then rest my hand on her hip. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look tied up.”
She swallows deep, but the daggers in her eyes have yet to dull. “What’s the point of this? To scare me? To teach me a lesson? I can assure you that you’ve never felt the fear a woman does, the sense of futility that’s a never-ending battle.”
“I agree. Now lift your right leg and press your heel to the back of your upper thigh.”
Her lips pinch, but she follows my instruction. I create a series of loops and knots until her calf is securely flush to the back of her thigh. With her leg bent at the knee, she now stands on one foot with the suspension above to keep her from falling.
“Do you see this design?” I ask. “It’s a variation of the ‘dragonfly,’ but I’ve added my own touch with these intricate knots here and here.” I start at the inner part of her knee and skim the knots that follow the line of where her thigh and calf meet. “If you feel the need, you can rest your foot on the inner part of your unbound thigh.”
She looks down and returns her gaze to mine. Her nervousness is made all the more apparent by the quickened, fluttering pulse in her neck and the way she wets her lips. “Rafael…Why are you doing this?”
I exhale. “It’s been a long time since I engaged in a dom/sub relationship, but perhaps it’s needed in this instance. From now on you will not speak unless you have permission, and when you do, it’ll be with respect.”
“This is insane, whatever it is that you’re doing,” she says, a high-pitched note of panic in her voice. “Please let me go and I promise—”
In rapid succession, I dole out three swats to her perfectly rounded ass, making sure not to overlap the skin that’s already bright pink. Carina sucks in a breath and arches her back to avoid the spanking, but all it does is throw her off-balance. The rope emits a small creak that’s muffled by the chain links clinking together because of her jerky movements.
I settle my hands on her waist and reposition her, assisting in getting her standing solidly on her foot. Her gaze zips all around the room. Maybe she’s avoiding looking at me or perhaps she’s searching for help.
Neither will happen.
With my palms gripping her ass, the heat of her skin warming my hands, I squeeze. Carina winces and hisses from the pain. She thinks she’s suffering, but what I do to her won’t be anything compared to the agony she put me through earlier in her apartment.
That won’t stop me from trying.
“What did I say about speaking out of turn and without respect, hmm?” I ask. She inhales a shuddering breath that wracks her entire frame and then slowly nods. “That’s a good girl.” I drop my hands and take a step back. “Now we can begin. The first thing I want you to do is open your legs wide.”
The expression on her face is one filled with disbelief. However, when I lift my hand she plants her foot on her inner thigh and it creates the shape of a number four with her legs.
Now her cunt is bared to me.
“You swore on your sister’s life that you hadn’t been raped,” I say. She nods and inhales sharply when I drop to my knees in front of her. “But I want to see for myself. I’m not a doctor, but I’ve torn up a few cunts in my day and I know what I’m looking for.”
Her breasts heave with her labored breathing and her body trembles when I spread her, examining her clit first. I scan that area and then press a kiss to it. A strangled sound emerges from her throat and I shove down the satisfaction it gives me. I’m still so fucking pissed at Carina and her recklessness, and I won’t give in to the temptation she presents.
Because she is the most enticing woman I’ve ever met.
I make a great show of inspecting her cunt, tilting my head and staring up at the entrance. She peers down at me in suspicion and I’m relieved to see some of the fear in her eyes has dissipated. There’s also no guilt, and that, plus the fact her cunt is as beautiful as it was the first time I saw it, affirms she wasn’t violated.
The invisible but heavy weight lifts from my chest and I send up a prayer of thanks to my creator. I can sense the threads of insanity—which began to weave themselves around my psyche when I found her missing—unravel at the knowledge Carina is safe and unharmed.
Not that I wouldn’t still want her if she’d been assaulted, but I would’ve lost my fucking mind over it and that’s not something I’d ever want to subject her to.
“This is one of those rare times where you actually told the truth,” I say, and then bury my face in the apex of her thighs. I lick her entrance, tracing the circumference of it with my tongue, and flick it just inside. “I won’t deny the fact that I take great satisfaction knowing I’m the last man to touch this.” I press a kiss to her cunt and she groans quietly. My smile is hidden and I swipe my tongue up, starting at her entrance and not ending until I reach her navel.
“Viziata?”
She wets her lips and my cock pulses. “Yes?”
