Page 27 of Betrayed

“Mm,” he hummed in acknowledgement, adding, “you’ll learn my preferences soon enough,” but his grip didn’t lessen. In truth, it intensified while he watched her intently.

Moisture built between her lips, both sets, as her mouth watered, and her pussy flooded in anticipation of what was to come.

“Lace your fingers behind your head and part your legs.”

She moved but Arturo’s hands did not, increasing the pull and pain on her compressed flesh. His assessing gaze did not leave her face throughout; he was testing her already. Once she had posed as ordered, the pressure stepped up even more.

She took in air, slow and deep, breathing through the pain.

At last, he let her loose, allowing her breasts to fall back into their natural position. Her hands twitched with the urgent need to soothe her tender flesh, to rub away the prickling sensation at the same time she yearned to pick up where he’d left off, pinching the hard tips to extend the delicious pain. But that would be very unwise, so she controlled her reaction.

A slight smile tipped up one side of his mouth as he went back to making slow circles with the one finger.

“I’m very pleased you like nipple play. I am quite partial to it as well.” Lightly, he scraped his fingernail across the tender peak. “Especially pink ones that turn such a lovely shade of berry red. You’ve used clamps?”

“Yes.”

“Vises?”

“Once.”

“Breast floggers, whips, canes, needles?”

She flinched. “Not needles. That is a hard limit for me, as is any sort of blood play or body modification.”

“No piercings, then?”

“Except for my ears, no. I’m sorry if that disappoints you.”

“In this, I agree. It would be tragic to deface such beauty with holes from piercings or with tattoos. I am a naturalist in that way, not that I don’t enjoy adorning certain parts with jewelry from time to time. I have a set a lariat loops that will look stunning on you. They also deliver a wonderful bite, but that’s for another time.” He changed the angle of his caress, scraping his nail in a slow circle around the edge of the ruched areola. “And since you are not averse to the whips and canes, I will look forward to tormenting these beauties at my leisure.”

He lowered his free hand to her pussy. His fingers glided over the smooth denuded skin in front before sliding in between her parted thighs.

“Mm, smooth as silk. I’m not opposed to a little something down here, but in between should always be like you are now. You wax?”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned in, grazing his lips along her jaw. “An enviable task I wouldn’t be opposed to. And while at it, I could splash hot wax on your nipples, belly, and this little jewel.” A finger dipped into the front of her slit and ringed her clit like he did her nipple. “You would enjoy that?”

“Very much, sir,” she agreed, a rasp in her voice from the strain of maintaining control.

“We have much to look forward to, then, eh?” His finger slid farther back, and another joined it as they slowly penetrated her drenched opening. “Mon Dieu, Mari,” he murmured heatedly, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re snug, and hot, and very wet.”

He emphasized each descriptive word with a sensuous glide in and out, but describing her pussy’s drenched condition was unnecessary. She could hear it with each unhurried penetration.

Holding onto her composure this long hadn’t been easy. Now, it was next to impossible, especially when he sank his fingers in to the third knuckle, his thumb sweeping out to press against her clit. She swayed on legs that suddenly had the consistency of rubber, and as she thrust her hips forward seeking more, she lost her balance and had to use his wide chest for support.

Sadly, he withdrew much too soon, eliciting a disappointed whimper. Strong hands gripped her waist and stood her upright. Next, his mouth lowered and claimed hers in another smoldering kiss.

“On the bed. I want you on your knees, hands behind your back, while I finish preparing. Close your eyes while you visualize all the wicked things I’m about to do to you.”

Silence followed, and as if by his command, her imagination ran wild. At a sharp pang on her lower lip, she blinked. He’d bitten her, only a little nip, his tongue quickly soothing the sting away. It startled her out of her sinful thoughts. Meeting his gaze that was still very near, she frowned in confusion.

“Marilee, how do you answer your dom when he gives you a directive?”

“Oh.” She’d forgotten again, which wasn’t like her, as well trained as she’d been. It had to be Arturo; he drove protocol clear out of her head.

“Yes, oh. You have been quite remiss since you arrived this evening. It is something we have to addresstout de suite.”

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