Page 118 of Guarded

Lifting off me, he makes his way to the center of the room. The light bounces off the hard planes of his abs and stomach. His body was sculpted for my destruction.

“Arrodíllate.” He commands.Kneel.

I slide back into the mattress before working up the courage to stand. My eyes stay on him as I walk to met him in the center of the room.

One foot in front of the other my matching bra and panties on full display for him. I want to please him. Submit it to him. Reap the benefits of my obedience.

I lower myself to my knees and sit back on my heels at his feet. Resting my head on his thigh.

“This is how I want to see you—sitting pretty for me.” He caresses my cheek, causing a hurricane of emotions to spiral through me.

“Touch yourself, “ he commands, and my hand promptly precedes the task. He then moves to face me so he can see the intimate show I plan to give him.

Seductively, I keep my eyes on him as my hand trails to the lace material of my thong.

“Good Girl.” He purrs—my favorite words.

“Stick your fingers in,” he growls, and again, I obey.

I’ll do anything to be his good girl. To soak in the power of his praise. A power beyond any I could explain.

I thrust my ring and middle finger inside my pussy. Moans escape me, and his eyes devour the view. He looks at me the way a lion looks at a lamb.

Famished. Powerful. Merciless.

“What are you thinking about Maniká? Are you thinking about me tying you to the bed and fucking you?” he asks his voice low igniting a fire to erupt in my core.

My thighs tremble at the thought, and I thrust my fingers in deeper.

“It’s a yes or no answer.” He growls.

“Yes. Sir.” I moan, letting my head fall back.

He grabs my wrist before I can make myself orgasm. I whine in protest, and his grip tightens as he pushes the two fingers I used into my mouth. “Suck on them.”

I suck on the taste of my juices, taking my time to watch his expression darken. Pulling them out with a satisfying pop as I lick them clean.

Nero moves to one of his drawers and retrieves some type of belt. It’s hot pink with a matching rubber ball in the middle.

“Do you know what this is, Ari?”

“No, Sir.”

“This is a ball gag. It’s going into your mouth. You won’t be able to talk. And you won’t be able to use our safe word.” He lowers himself to his haunches. Cupping my face in his palm. “Do you trust me?” he asks. I nod.

He places the ball to my lips and pushes it into my mouth, stretching it open. My jaw locks around it as he buckles the gag in place behind my head.

There’s a temporary discomfort as I try to breathe through my nose. Nero walks back to face me, offering a hand and pulling me onto my heels. He leads me to a floor-length mirror in the corner of his room.

“Pink really is your color.” he says pleased at my reflection.

My eyes look over my stretched mouth. Something about seeing myself like this-gagged. It arouses me. I’ve never felt sexier or more eager to please the man standing beside me.

Nero beams down at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. He pulls my hair off my shoulder and kisses my collar bone. My nipples harden in response as he continues to kiss up my neck.

“What was it Preston said to you?Calladita te vez más bonita?” his knuckles trail down my arm.

Had heard the insult?

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