“No, D.”
I trail my thumb across her full bottom lipas my dickattemptsto burst from my pants.
“If I fuck you, firefly,you’remine.There’sno going back.” I hold her stare with unflinchingintensity. “Ineed to know that you understand that.”
Her throat bobs. “Please, D,” she whispers. “Fuck me and make me yours.”
I lift her against me, circling her legs around my waistwhile the beast in my head roarstriumphantly.
“It’s time to get out the cuffs.”
CHAPTER 51
TERINA
Present
“Bonny,out.”DiAngelo sends the dog out of the bedroom after dropping me on the bed, then closes the door behind her.
I sit with my legs under me, devouring his every move as he retrieves four black leather cuffs from a dresser drawer. They’re wide with shiny silver buckles. His adept hands work them with skilled ease as he attaches one around each of my wrists and ankles.
He yanks the duvet and top sheet off the bed in one swift movement. “Bra off. Lie on your back, hands and feet out.”
D the dominant is back, thrilling me to my core.
This is his domain, and within these walls, he reigns.
I move without hesitation. I trust him implicitly and want nothing more than to follow his lead. I’m so eager to do as he says that embarrassment over the visibility of my scars is only a passing thought. He’s seen them. I have no reason to hide, though the echo of shame is hard to erase. It’s going to take time.
Sensual music begins to play a seductive beat all around us.
“That’s it, firefly. Wider.” His hungry gaze surveys the banquet before him. He saunters to one corner and retrieves a black cord from beneath the mattress. One end is secured out of sight, while the other has a metal slide bolt latch.
“Was that there the whole time?” I ask, astonished. I’ve been sleeping in here for weeks and had no idea the bed was rigged for play. What else don’t I know?
D attaches the bolt to my ankle cuff with a wicked glint in his eyes. “That and more.”
More? Sparks fly as my brain short-circuits. What other sex-god secrets is he keeping? I want to know all of them.Now.
I’ve never been so turned on without a single touch.
DiAngelo’s stare is so visceral, my skin heats in its wake as he prowls around the bed and secures each of my limbs until I’m fully secured spread eagle.
You’re going to make a mess of the bed.
The thought flashes through my mind when I notice the sensation of arousal slowly dripping from my entrance. With my legs open, there’s no keeping it contained.
I squirm a little, but the tightening of my inner muscles only makes it worse.
“What’s wrong?” D asks.
“Umm, I’m worried I’m going to make a mess,” I admit quietly.
He rounds to the end of the bed so that he’s standing directly between my legs. His stare locks on my center, amusement tugging at his lips. “I see what you mean.”
He eases himself onto the bed, his gaze never deviating as he lowers himself between my open thighs. He draws his tongue in a languid sweep of my center, lapping up my juices.
“Mmm… I could eat you out all fucking day. And while a mess doesn’t bother me, I don’t want you worrying about it.” Herises, shifting farther up until our bodies are aligned, though he’s careful not to touch my healing burns.
