The bed was big, and he was even bigger, but the straps were adjustable, and I refused to let him slip free. He finished thesetup and looked at me with that desperate obedience that made my pulse race.
I patted the mattress beside me, and he sat down.
“Cezar, you remember the safe word?” At his nod, I continued, “Good. We’ll use a gesture too, since you won’t be able to drop anything. Snap your fingers if you need me to stop. Show me.”
He snapped with confidence. The sound lingered in the room.
“Now, lie down.”
He stretched across the bed, settling into place, belonging there. Like he’d been waiting his whole life for someone to tie him down and take everything from him.
How can one trust someone enough for this?
I circled the bed, starting with his wrists, tightening each cuff until he couldn’t move. Then his ankles—spread wider than expected. His fists clenched, jaw flexing, lips curling into that starving grin he tried to hide. He was ready.
Climbing on top of him, I felt the pajamas cling to my body. Too tight and too short—exactly how Cezar liked it. His eyes dropped lower, darkening. He was hot and fucking needy.
I rocked my hips over him—barely. Just enough pressure to make his breath stutter, enough to make him fight the restraints. Even bound, he managed a subtle buck of his hips, desperate for more contact.
Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his ear. “Mmm… Cezar… Cezar… Cezar…”
His whole body shivered beneath me. My breasts pressed into his chest, and he tried to swallow down a moan, but I heard it. Felt it.
I moved my hand down his torso, fingers tracing the scars that told his story long before he ever would. Then I bit hisnipple, hard enough for him to gasp. His exhale caught, and when I licked over the bite, he groaned again, deeper this time.
God, he tasted good.
“Ah fuck, Petal…” he breathed out, voice crumbling. He was dangerously close already—I could feel it in the way his cock pulsated against his pants, in the way he held his breath, trying to control himself. Adorable.
I grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze up to mine. “Cezar, how does it feel knowing you can’t do a damn thing right now even if you wanted to?”
His brows perked. “You definitely have me in your hold. Think that’s enough?” he challenged, the cocky edge creeping into his tone. He was asking to be put in his place.
“Oh, Cezar,” I whispered, leaning close, letting my breath hit his jaw. “In the end, I know how to destroy you, and that is all I need to control you.”
Then I slapped him. Hard. Again and again. His head snapped to the side, and a thin ribbon of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. He licked it slowly, letting me see his tongue drag across the crimson. Baring those sharp canines, trying to control himself.
“Well then, Petal,” he rasped, voice thick with anticipation. “Destroy me.”
“Beg,” I ordered, threading my fingers through his hair before dragging my nails down his chest. “Beg me like a fucking good boy.”
Cezar begged like he was begging for his fucking life.
“Please, Petal, I need you to play with me. Use me like a fucking toy. Whatever you want, anything and everything. I am yours.” His body strained against the cuffs, muscles exerted under the weight of his own desire, veins rising along his forearms as he pulled against the restraints.
I stepped off the bed and approached the black bag, ready to take things further.
“Let’s begin.”
Chapter 22
CEZAR
My arousal climbed so fast it felt like my dick was about to explode. Every second Lina spent digging through that bag turned me primal. It had been too damn long since I had anything close to this—close to her. As shameful as it sounded in my own head, this was the only way I ever really felt pleasure.
I was so unbelievably fucked.
The way she moved… Jesus. Even when she was terrifying, something about her steadied me—she pulled my mind out of the hell it normally lived in. I lifted myself as much as the restraints allowed, trying to see what she was picking out.
