Page 40 of My Bloody Valentine

“You are everything to me,” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. “And I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

She trembles at my words. I step back, taking in the sight of her, bound and beautiful. My hands glide over the rope, tightening it, claiming her as my canvas. The knotting is intricate, a work of art. I circle her, watching the play of shadows and light on her skin.

“Use me, Adrian.” Maya arches her back, offering herself to him. “I’m yours to take. Fuck me hard and make me scream. Please, don’t hold back.”

I move to stand before her, a dangerous stranger in a mask. Taking the flogger in my hand, I step closer, letting the tails brush against her skin. Hearing her beg me like that tugs atmy restraint, but there’s no need to rush. “Patience, little one. There’s no rush.”

The first strike makes her gasp, her eyes widening, but I continue a steady rhythm building. Each strike is a symphony, a dance of pleasure and pain. Her skin flushes, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. It’s exquisite. Her breath comes in short gasps as my flogger moves in a steady beat. I weave a spell with each strike, drawing her deeper into our twisted dance.

I move closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Do you submit?”

Her answer is instant. “Yes.”

I map the curves of her body with my free hand, savoring her warmth. “You are beautiful like this, open and willing. I could keep you like this forever.”

Her moans are like music to my ears. With her bound and at my mercy, I can truly navigate the nuances of her fantasies—and mine. Running my fingers over her sensitive clit, I watch her face intently, her expressions a reflection of the sensations I create. I edge closer, whisper-soft, my lips just barely grazing hers. “Do you like that? Does it make you want more?”

Maya nods, breathless. “Yes... please. I need you.”

Teasing her, I ghost my fingers over her, stroking, caressing, making her ache. Using the flogger, I gently trace the curve of her hip, then bring it down to dance over her thighs, a delicate contrast of soft and sharp. Her moans fill the room, a plea for more.

I stand, hovering above her, my body a silhouette. With deliberate slowness, I trail the tails of the flogger over her breasts, circling her nipples, teasing them to hardness. Her back arches, silently begging for release. I chuckle. The sound is rich and full. “So eager, but we’re just getting started.”

Bringing the flogger down, I strike a perfect rhythm, landing each fall with precision. Her body shudders, responding to my strikes. Her moans are a melody that spurs me on.

“Your body reacts beautifully,” I murmur, leaning in, my breath a soft caress against her skin. “It’s intoxicating to witness.”

With a swift motion, I tug on the rope, pulling her body taut before flicking the flogger over her clit.

“Adrian!” She calls out, her body tensing, before I press a finger to her lips, hushing her.

I study Maya’s face as I tighten the ropes, watching her eyes dilate with each tug. The mask shields my expression, but she reads my intentions through my touch. Her breath catches as I trail the flogger down her stomach.

“Don’t hide your response from me. Voice how you feel,” I command, letting the leather tails whisper across her skin.

“Everything,” she gasps. “Like I’m floating and falling at once.”

I increase the pressure, each strike precise and controlled. Maya’s back arches into the sensation, her body speaking a language of surrender. The red marks blooming on her skin form an artful canvas.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “You take your punishment so beautifully.”

Her whimpers of pleasure drive me forward. I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she breathes. “Only you.”

I reward her submission with a gentler touch, tracing patterns on her skin. The contrast between sharp and soft keeps her balanced on the edge. Knowing this powerful woman is yielding completely, her trust in me is intoxicating.

“The pain brings clarity,” I tell her, tightening my grip. “It strips away pretense, reveals truth.”

Maya nods, lost in the sensations created by me. Her responses are pure instinct now, raw and honest. I’ve pushed her past thoughts and into pure feeling. This is what I’ve wanted since we first met: to break through her walls.

Each strike of the flogger draws us closer, building an intimate connection. Her submission is a gift I treasure, knowing the strength it takes to yield so completely.

I lean close, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine now. Body and soul.”

Her whispered “Yes” is everything I need to hear.

The power I have over her is exquisite. Maya is now completely at my mercy, but I want to push further and see how far she will go for me.

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