Page 13 of Bound By Sin
Her eyes glazed over as the euphoria of pain overtook her flesh. Not only was pain her pleasure but mine too, and it had been far too long since I’d experienced true pleasure. The kind of pleasure I could only experience with her.
I’d inflicted pain on many people throughout my life. Some because of the Family, and sometimes with other women, but the lustful ecstasy from inflicting pain only came with her. She was my other half.
Her hands trembled against my chest. My eyes flicked down to them and then back to her widened eyes. I tsked, shaking my head. While we hadn’t been together in years, she knew the rules.
She’d always remembermyrules.
I grabbed both her wrists, then swiftly pushed her arms above her head, pinning them to the door with one hand, and planted the other around her slender neck before she could blink. I leaned in, my breath fanning across her beautiful dark skin.
“You know the rules.”
I bit her bottom lip hard before she could protest my statement. She yelped, and I sucked the blood from her bruised flesh, the metallic taste filling my mouth. Then, I released her lips from between mine.
“No. Touching.”
The no-touching rule we established years ago was for my benefit. I never explained the reason why I’d implemented that particular rule, but she knew to always follow it without question. When she touched me, I lost all control. My vision narrowed, and all I could think about was inflicting all my dark fantasies on her willing body. But, in this setting, I always needed to be in control. For her safety.
The deepest, darkest shit I wanted to do, she’d enjoy way too much, but she wouldn’t survive. If she didn’t survive, neither would I.
“Valentino…”
I shook my head, squeezing her wrists harder. She hissed from the pressure, but the dilation in her pupils told me all I needed to know. She loved it.
“Tsk…. tsk…. tsk…. It looks like you’ve forgotten your place since I’ve been away. Such a shame.”
“My place?” she sneered, arching her brow. “You can’t be fucking serious?”
“Oh, but I am, little one. What’s my name? Or does Chicago’s top Domme need a little reminder of who I am?”
Her eyes narrowed, full of not only lust but defiance.
I chuckled darkly. “We can do this the easy way, my little star.”
I pulled the part of the chain attached to her clit. Tears spilled from her eyes, and I licked the wetness from her skin. The elation of her pain and the salty taste of her tears had my cock impossibly hard. I couldn’t wait to have her pussy clenched around my starving cock.
“Or we can do this the hard way.” I loosened the grip on her wrist. “Which will it be, my love?”
I expected her to immediately give me her submission and say my name like she had always done, but to my surprise, she slid out of my hold and then walked around me.
She wants to play.
I faced her, admiring the contrast of the black lace against her dark skin. Only the scattered flower pattern within the lace provided the illusion of cover. She was completely bare underneath. It wasn’t something I’d choose for her to wear because it was a bit understated for her, in my opinion, but it looked magnificent on her body, nonetheless.
“Looks like we’re doing things the hard way then.” I sighed. “Have it your way, but remember, I gave you an option.”
“Valentino.”
She held up her palms as I strolled toward her like that would stop me. Nothing would ever stop me now that she was in front of me again. She was mine.
“We need to talk.”
We did need to talk, but I ignored her anyway. Talking would come later. Disciplining would start now.
“I expected nothing less from you, my little star. You know how much I love it when you fight.”
I stopped in front of her and gripped her by the coily strands of her hair, wrenching her head back. Her hiss went straight to my cock.
“I’ll be doingallthe talking, and you’ll be doing all the screaming.”
