Page 64 of Sacrifice

Vincent rubs his thumb across my cheek. "I promise, everything is going to be alright. You passed out after we made love and I have to be honest with you Aribella, I was afraid you’d run from me, so I tied you down." He bends down and kisses my forehead. I yank my wrists and the burn of the rope is instant, causing me to yelp.

He takes my face in his hands and I'm forced to look at him. Once I'm paying attention to him, he continues. "I brought you to our home, sweetreina. You are safe, but you need to be held accountable for your naughty behavior."

"Please, I..." The urge to scream is too much and I shake as we look at each other. "Please, I ..."

He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into mine. The emotions sway inside of me and I feel myself relaxing. "Trust me, Aribella," his whispered words tease my lips and I tremble under him.

"I'm trying," I whimper. "You won't hurt me." I'm not sure if I'm trying to reassure myself or him at this point.

"That's right. This isn't about hurting you, love. It's about making sure you won't run away from me."

Taking a deep breath, I peer at him, and he smiles down at me. "You are in my dungeon, but don't worry, I'm not going to use anything on you until you are ready. Well, except keeping you tied up, to punish you."

My body goes rigid at the idea of being in a dungeon. "Can't we go to our room?" I pull against the restraints, wanting up.

"Be still. You'll make the rope cut into your arms." Vincent runs his hands along my body and I get self conscious. "You are so beautiful,mi reina." He trails kisses down my chest and along my stomach. "Mi reinaneeds to know that she is safe and wanted."

Slowly, he moves his head down, kissing each scar that I now have. My nipples get hard and my womanhood is clinching with need. "Vin... Vincent," his name comes tumbling out of my mouth as he latches onto my clit.

He growls into my body and the vibrations of his deep voice make me arch my hips into his mouth. "That's right, Aribella, fuck my face."

A nervous giggle leaves my throat as he holds both of my butt cheeks in his hands and devours my wetness. I forget about the ropes on my wrists and ankles. Everything in my mind goes blank except for the pleasure that Vincent is giving me.

"Come for me," he demands against my opening, and I tense. My body is ready to go off, but it won't. I have no idea why until he pushes two fingers into my womanhood and I scream his name.

By the time my orgasm subsides, I'm exhausted. "Such a good girl." Vincent praises me and kisses back up my body.

Once his lips meet mine, I kiss him back happily and greedily. It doesn't matter that I can taste myself on him. His tongue coaxes mine into a soft and lazy dance. Sighing, I arch my lower half into him and he lets out a growly laugh.

"See how enjoyable the ropes can be?" he whispers in my ear as he reaches over to my right wrist and releases it. Vincent repeats his move three more times and once I'm free, I wrap my body around him.

"I do see that." I kiss his cheek and relax into him. He's made one nightmare go away, I'm sure of it.

"Now, if you promise not to run away again, I will take us to our bedroom."

Looking around, I see the sex toys, whips, chains, and cages. I wait for the anxiety and panic to rise, but it doesn't.

"I'd really like that, Vincent." He helps me stand up. Keeping my hands on his shoulders, I look him in his eyes. "Maybe.... maybe you could show me more things later?" I ask before I lose the courage to do so.

Vincent pushes his hands through my hair and massages my scalp. "Yes,mi reina. It would be an honor to show you how to enjoy all of this with me."

Nodding my head in agreement, I blush. I've never asked for anything like this. I'm still scared of the things in this room, but it isn't as overwhelming as it used to be because I know now that Vincent would never harm me.

"Thank you," I tell him as we walk up the stairs together. He holds my hand, keeping me next to him. I don't exactly want to be anywhere else right now.

Espresso is on the bed sleeping when we enter the bedroom. "Why don't I draw you a warm bath and you can rest and clean up?"

Making my way over to Espresso, I run my fingers through his fur and he purrs but doesn't wake up. "I'd like that. Will you join me?"

He looks at me for a moment and smiles. "If you want me to."

Is he giving me an option? Usually, he just does things and I have to accept it. Warmth fills my chest as he takes me into the bathroom and starts the bath.

"Yes, I'd really enjoy you holding me in the bathtub."

Vincent turns away from the tub and picks up a jar of bath salts. "Then I will join you." Once he's done pouring the salts in, he puts the jar away and takes off his clothes.

Watching him, I take in each muscle and moan. He isbuilt, and so powerful. I want to touch him; I think. Before I even finish my thought, my feet have carried me to him and I run my hands along his chest.

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