Page 11 of Dangerous Secrets

My fingers trace the edge of her bra, teasing her before I slowly undo the clasp. Her breasts spill out into my hands, and I run my thumbs over the hard nipples. Her head falls back against the wall as I tug gently, rolling the little buds between my fingertips.

"You are so fucking sexy," I say, my voice full of awe. "There's nothing about you that I don't want." I bend my head and take one nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I roll the other between my fingers. Bianca's hands fist in my hair and she moans, the sound of her pleasure spurring me on.

My hands move down her body and slip beneath the waistband of her panties. I push them down and over her hips, and they fall to the ground, leaving her completely bare. I run a finger along her wet folds, and she shudders and moans. I smile against her skin and slide a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me.

"You're so wet, baby," I say, my voice husky. "I think you like this."

"I do," she gasps. Her hands are on my shoulders, gripping tightly as she tries to control her breathing.

I slip another finger inside her, my thumb working her clit and she hisses. Her body undulates as I thrust my fingers in and out, slowly building up speed. Her head is thrown back against the wall and she's panting as I take her closer and closer to the edge, but this isn't how I want her. And it isn't going to sate her deep lust. I know that much.

I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, tasting her arousal as I stare into her eyes. The flickering of light from the candle reflects off the chains hanging just over her head. I take her wrists in hand and pin them over her head, keeping her gaze the entire time. She doesn't even fight or resist me at all. She watches as I take a leather cord from my pocket and lash it around her wrists then reach for the chain.

"So now you're tying me up?" she asks, breathing heavily as I lean into her to reach the hook dangling from the end of the chain.

"I'm restraining you," I correct her. I make sure the chain is tight before I let my hands slide down her arms and across her body to her hips. She tugs at the leather binding her wrists and I can tell she likes it. The half smirk playing on her lips has my dick twitching as I back away to remove my shirt.

Bianca's eyes stay fixed on me as I peel the button-down off, then work on my belt and fly. She tugs at the restraint and whimpers. I see her stomach tense; she's probably aching to be touched, and I'm going to torment her a little before I give her that pleasure. "Your body is incredible," I murmur as I reach for the button of my jeans.

"You're too far away," she whines. "I can't touch you."

I step toward her. "You sure you want me to touch you?" I ask, my voice low. I shove my pants down and kick my shoes off as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me. She moans loudly; she's completely at my mercy.

"Yes," she breathes. She arches into me, pressing her breasts against my chest and I kiss her, my tongue all-consuming and demanding. Her skin is on fire, pressing along the length of my body. Every inch of me longs to be inside of her even as she nips at my tongue.

"Bad little vixen," I tell her, backing away again. "You want to play rough?"

"I'm not here to play," she mewls. "And the rougher the better." She jerks at the restraint now, lust flashing in her eyes. "You have about two minutes to—"

"To what?" I chuckle and bend to pick up a whip lying at my feet. "To fuck you? Or you'll do what?" I could do this all night long.

She scowls at me but it's all part of the game. "Tease me until I get so wet that I drip onto the floor," she says.

I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

She nods and I get closer, letting the leather strips of the whip drag across her skin. "Maybe you'd like to mark me up too. I'm not a delicate flower, you know. I've got skin like leather."

"Is that so?" I wrap my hand around her tit, and she gasps, her eyes going wide with surprise. She throws her head back, exposing her throat and I lean in close to her, my cock twitching at the smell of her arousal as it wafts up to me. I can feel her heat, her need.

It's not enough, though. I want her to be desperate. I want her begging me to fuck her. I back away and smack her with the whip, letting it land across her thigh. She gasps and her eyes go wide as she realizes what I'm doing. "Yes," she whispers. "Yes, please."

I can't help but smirk. It's only my first blow and Bianca's already begging. "You don't sound certain," I tell her, looping the whip and bringing it down again. It lands on her other thigh, and I hear her breath hitch. A red mark appears across her skin, and she moans, tossing her head from side to side.

"I'm certain," she pants. "Please." She looks at me through a glaze of arousal and I can't help but be pleased at my effect on her. "Please, Rome. Fuck me now."

I growl and step toward her again, pressing my body against hers as I yank her head back. I bite down on her neck, and she moans, tossing her head back. I kiss down her body, settling between her legs. Her scent is incredible. I press my face against her, and she shrieks as my stubble brushes her delicate skin. I love the way she tastes; I love the way she feels, writhing beneath me. I love the way she moans my name. I bury my fingers in her pussy, thrusting.

"Please, Rome. Now," she pants.

I suck her, slurping up her juices until she's whimpering and grinding her hips against my face and hand. I feel her tight muscles contracting and know she's so close, but I want to fill her with my seed when she comes. So, I stand and pin her to the wall, letting the whip come down across her thigh and the side of her ass cheek. She hisses and bites my lip when I lean in to kiss her.

She's so wet my cock slides between her thighs easily and she opens to me. "Fuck me, Rome... please." I thrust into her, reveling in the tightness around my cock. Her walls grip me tightly and I can feel her clenching. She's so close.

"Come for me," I tell her, my voice rough and low.

Bianca screams and I feel her muscles contracting around me, her pussy rippling. She throws her head back and I bring my hand down with the whip against her thigh again. "Rome!" she screams, her voice echoing in the room. I groan and thrust into her again, letting my cum fill her. She's moaning, her muscles still milking me for all I'm worth, and I can't bring myself to pull out. I hold her against the wall and thrust into her, my hand rising and falling with the whip. Her skin breaks easily, and I can see the red welts rising on its surface. I want to mark her. I want to make her mine.

I feel her muscles begin to relax and I pull out of her, letting her hang. I slide my hand between her thighs and feel her wet pussy. I thrust two fingers inside of her and Bianca's hips jerk. She's so sensitive, so responsive, and I find the idea of making her feel this way even hotter.

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