Once upon a time, that was all I wanted because it offered freedom for my siblings and me. But now...I could walk away from it tomorrow because Nila was my true freedom and I loved her more than any estate or bank balance.
Dropping over her, I kissed her quickly, forcing myself not to get carriedaway. Her hand swooped up to my cheek, caressing me with love and lust.
Pulling back, I dropped the ties to the mattress and tugged on the hem of her glittery blue jumper. “This needs to come off.”
Sitting up in one sweep like a ballerina, she let me pull the fabric over her head. She didn’t say a word as I removed the small tank top underneath and unhooked her bra.
Once I’d revealed her breasts, her nipples instantly hardened, begging me to bite and suck.
I deliberately brushed my knuckles over them, granting her a smidgen of pleasure.
She gasped, her black eyes turning into empty galaxies just waiting for me to give her an orgasm and fill them with stars.
My cock twitched, begging to take her. But I had something to do first.
Picking a single tie from beside my knee, I growled, “Put your hands together.”
She stiffened with anticipation but obeyed. Her elegant fingers latched together, presenting them to me like the perfect surrender.
Taking her wrists, I gently wrapped the silver tie around her, securing it tight but not too tight. Guiding her arms back to rest on the pillow above her head, I kissed her brow. “Keep them there. Do not move. Understand?”
Her pulse echoed in her throat, dancing beneath her diamond collar. “I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Resting back on my knees, I turned my attention to her trousers. I tapped her hips. “These need to go, too.” My voice no longer resembled a distinguished lord, more like a feral sex-starved man who desperately wanted to fuck.
“Of course.” Nila arched her back, holding herself with suburb muscles as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. A soft pant fell from her lips as I wrenched the denim down her legs, followed by her lacy knickers.
Naked.
Was there anything more fucking perfect than Nila naked, willing, and wet in my bed?
Fuck.
She looked positively decadent.
My hands curled, forcing myself to find some restraint from fucking her that very instant. Tracing my finger along the inside of her thigh, I murmured, “Now, Ms. Weaver...what, oh what, should I do with you?”
Her skin flushed as her eyes dropped to my fully dressed body. “I want to see you.”
I shook my head. “You have to deserve that. I think you need to do a few more things for me before that, don’t you?”
Her midnight eyes darkened impossibly further. “Like what?”
“I can think of a few things.”
Climbing down her body, I placed my elbows on the bed, settling myself between her spread legs. My chin hovered over her cunt, my eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to taste you, Nila. I’m going to make you explode and show you you’re alive and with me and safe. Foreign sisters don’t matter. Mother’s secrets don’t matter. All that matters isus.”
Nila panted as I bowed over her and breathed hot on her clit. My breath misted her delicate skin, heating her core, making her moan.
She bucked in my arms. “Oh, my God.” Her bound hands flew to her chest, struggling against the knotted tie.
Grabbing her silk-covered wrists, I clucked my tongue. “Put those back above your head.”
She gasped, struggling to obey when every nerve ending existed in her pussy.
Slowly, she rested her arms back on the pillow. Smirking, I lowered my mouth, licking her quick and sharp.
