Page 12 of Bound By Sin
Be bound by it.
“Did I ask you to say anything?” I pushed my need to submit to the wayside, steeling my voice. “Did I ask you to make any sound? In this room, I say, and you do.”
I hadn’t given my submission to anyone since Valentino, and there hadn’t been anyone since him who I’d felt the urge to. The need to fall to my knees and beg for the pain my body craved from this stranger was unnerving. Nobody but Valentino could cause that ever-present, burning need inside me.
Until tonight.
The uncontrollable need for this stranger unsettled me. I never believed anyone else could make me want to obey them. Crave the euphoria they could give me. It hadn’t happened in over eighteen years. Maybe it was from all the thoughts of Valentino, old memories brought back to the present.
“You will call me, Mistress,” I stated when he didn’t answer, shaking off my desires and immersing myself back into the scene. “You will answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’ to all my questions. Do you understand?”
Chapter four
VALENTINO
She wanted to submit to me. It was all in the way her body surrendered to me without me having to utter one single word. She probably didn’t know who I was, but her body sure as hell did, which made me fucking elated because while she may have wanted to forget me, she couldn’t. She hadn’t. Her heart and body knew it was me in the room without even seeing my face. Her shoulders stiffened, and she inhaled, most likely smelling the unique scent of my cologne. I made sure to always wear it because it made me feel closer to her, reminded me of how her face looked whenever she took in the subtle aroma.
She always loved how I smelled. No one else on the planet had the unique scent that had been specifically designed for me based on the ancient perfume formulas created by the monks of San Giovanni in Carthusia on the glorious island of Capri. No matter where we were, if she got the urge to sniff my skin or my clothing, she was never ashamed to do so. Just like when we were together, a small smile crossed her face, and her eyes would close like she was imprinting my scent onto her very soul.
“You will call me, Mistress,” she stated when I didn’t answer.
I had good reason not to say anything. I wanted to see how far she’d come since we’d been apart. According to Brian, she was Chicago’s top Domme. Clients from far and wide clamored to spend time with her, but to me, she’d always be myStellina.My little star would always submit to me.
And only to me.
“You will answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’ to all my questions. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She faced me so fast, it was a blur. Her hands flew to her mouth, covering the plump lips I wanted to slide my tongue across. Lips I’d imagined wrapped around my cock so many times since we split.
I rose from the chair I had pushed into the corner before she arrived, so the darkness of the room would hide me from her view, and stepped out of the shadows. To say my surprise worked would have been an understatement. Although I couldn’t tell if she was happy or angry to see me, she definitely was shocked I was there in the same room with her after all this time.
“Valentino?” she called out to me with eyes as wide as saucers, glistening with unshed tears.
My name on her lips sounded like a whispered prayer. I didn’t realize how much I’d longed to hear her say it until now. How much my soul had yearned for any words she’d speak.
She was just as beautiful as I remembered. Curls as black as a starless sky reached just past her shoulders and framed her oval face. The black lace body suit highlighted long, toned legs, wide hips, and just the right size breasts to hold in my palms with dark pierced peaks I wanted to tweak and suck.
Damn, I missed her.
“Yes,Stellina.”
I stalked toward her like a predator who had locked eyes with its prey. With every step I took, she took a step back, running from the inevitable. She must have forgotten how much I loved the chase.
“It’s me, my little star. Did you miss me?”
“No. No. No.”
She shook her head, and the tears that had pooled in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks, welling as she stumbled backward until her back was flush with the door.
I followed.
“You can’t be here, Valentino.”
The corner of my mouth lifted in a smile. “Where else should I be?”
She hissed when I pulled on the diamond chain hanging from the nipple clamps, which were also attached to her pierced clit. It was a sound so sweet, my eyes rolled, and a shudder moved through my body. It danced slowly with my soul, igniting a passion and desire I hadn’t felt since I’d seen her last.
