He lifted my chin, studying my face. “Not too much. You can handle it.” It was a statement, not a question.
He picked up the rope next. It was very thin, almost like thread, but stronger. I gulped, I knew what was coming next and my core clenched in anticipation. He threaded the rope through the hoops and pulled it through the metal loop my hands were tied to.
I watched him, my beautiful man, he was enjoying every fucking moment of this. I was lost in his ocean but I didn’t feel like I was drowning. Not even when he reached for the little bell.
He crouched and out of my sight I felt him tying the rope to the brass bell. Gently, he let it go and I gasped as it tugged on my nipples. The pain was exquisite. He stood, his hand slipping into my hair.
He kissed me, swallowing my pain, my panic. He kissed me until I was centred again.
“I will never betray you again. Not ever.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, feeling almost dreamy.
“Repeat it, Lo.”
“You’ll never betray me again.”
“Good. Relax now.”
“Take off your shirt. I need your skin…” He did as I asked and held me close. So intimate, so gentle.
“I feel dreamy.”
“That’s good.” He kissed me again. “Now straighten up.” He pressed my shoulders back until my spine was straight, the bell jingling as I moved. Then he reached the remote that would operate the Sybian I sat upon.
“I’m going to make you come now. You hold that posture, if that bell jingles…”
“I know.” He’d already explained to me what would happen if the bell made any noise.
“What do you know?”
“You’ll help me stay still.”
“How will I do that?”
“You’ll put that thing inside me and tie it to my hair.” I didn’t want to look at it. The hook shaped item next to me with a small ball on one end, or the length of rope that lay beside it, waiting to be wound into my hair just like he’d done to me in the glass house.
“What is it?”
I gulped. “A hook.” I left out the other word that would describe exactly which part of my anatomy it was for. The plug was already enough. That thing scared me. This was unchartered territory for us.
Alfie grinned. “It makes me so fucking hard when you blush.”
“Alfie, I want you, not a machine.”
“You’ll have me. For life. I won't be done with you till dawn. Till death, even. That’s a long ride, Lo. Enjoy it.” He pulled up a chair and sat, remote in hand. I’d seen this machine in action before, the first night I’d come to the club. Only I’d been the one operating it on Kals’ rope bunny. I’d watched that woman come apart on this machine. The vibrations started and my eyes fluttered closed.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Watch me. Look at me. Don’t look at anything but me. Don’t think about anything but me. Nothing exists for you but me.” His words echoed across my memories, reminding me of a time where all I could think about was him. That’s what he wanted to do to me now. Fill my mind and body with nothing but him and teach me that he would bring me back to the world, that he wouldn’t try to consume me whole this time.
He unzipped his trousers, pulling his length free. My mouth watered. I wanted it. I wanted his touch so desperately I felt starved. He began to touch himself, driving the vibrations up a notch. I gasped.
“That’s it. You’re sitting so well, Lola. That bell hasn’t moved at all.”
“I want?—”
“You want what I want. You’re exactly where I want you. I want to watch you fall apart.” He pressed the remote again and this time I cried out. Almost throwing myself back but remembering just in time I was attached to that bell. I did not want that hook thing inside me.
I gripped the edge of the table and focused on breathing shallow breaths that barely moved my chest. My nipples pulled in the sweetest agony. I watched him. The candlelight flickering over his chest. His hand moving over his erection, it was thick, I knew how soft the skin was. The veins in his forearm, the lines of muscle. The tick in his jaw and that heat in his eyes. This was a man who would kill for me.
