Page 18 of Bound By Sin
His voice was so calm, his gaze steady, almost like he didn’t realize how monumental this moment between us really was.
I hadn’t heard the pet name in years, and my heart soared hearing it fall from his lips again. It had been way too long. Whenever we were together, no matter the place or who was around, I was always hisStellina. His little star. It always made me feel special.
I slid off the bed, walked to him, and stood in front of him. While his arms hung at his sides like he didn’t have a care in the world, the large bulge in his pants told me he was just as affected by this moment and just as excited as I was for what was to come. We’d always been like dynamite together, fires of desire always consuming us. It was intoxicating to have that explosive attraction to someone. No matter the distance, no matter the time, that eternal flame between us shone brightly.
My fingers itched to touch him. To feel his hands and body against my skin.
Automatically, I reached for his muscular bare chest, but I stopped before my fingers made contact with his smooth bronze skin.
Remember the rules,I silently scolded myself.Don’t touch.Eyes on the floor.
“Kneel on the pebbles, back erect, and feet crossed at the ankles.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Excitement barreled through me. He grasped my hand and held it as I lowered onto the tiny, tanned pebbles, the sharp edges of the rocks digging into my skin.
“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath.
It fucking hurt so bad, but it also felt so damn good. I hadn’t done this in years, so my shins and knees were overly sensitive to the small pebbles poking into my flesh.
“Five minutes added for that dirty mouth of yours,” he said, shaking his head. “Such an undisciplined little girl. We’ll have to see what we can do about that, hmmm? You want to talk like a dirty girl? Maybe Sir should treat you like one.”
My eyes narrowed on his, but then I forced them back to the floor where they should be. I’d been in the dominant role for so long, it was hard for me to slide back into my place with him. I’d forgotten some of our rules. Along with his no-touching rule, he absolutely detested when I cursed unless it was when we actually were fucking.
He walked away from me, went back to the dresser, and grabbed the lit candle. My pussy quivered. I loved wax play. I especially loved when he pulled it from my body using his knife. It had been a while since I’d been on the receiving end, but I was going to take my punishment like his good little girl.
“Safe word?”
“Roses.”
“Roses?” he repeated with a smirk.
“Yes, Sir. Roses.”
“I’m glad some things never change,” he said. “‘Roses’ if you want me to stop all play, yellow if you want me to slow down, and green if you want to continue. Is that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
While I thought his words might have had another meaning beyond the roses, I didn’t question it. We were meant for each other. I knew it, and so did he, and my body couldn’t wait until we were one again.
Bound by our sin.
He circled me, and it took everything in me not to look up at him. Pull him into my arms and tell him how much he hurt me, how much I’d missed him and loved him all at the same time. Yet now wasn’t the time to think about what happened in the past. We had the here and now, and before we could tackle anything else, we needed to satisfy the insatiable desire that simmered inside us.
I hissed from the first drop of wax against my shoulder, the sensation cooling as it glided down my arm, hardening against my skin.
“Hmmm, that color looks so good against your skin.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Another drop hit my collarbone before it slid down the front of one of my breasts. Another quickly followed, then another. My eyes closed as I let the endorphins from the pain of the hot candle wax consume me.
Nothing compares to the pain he gives me.
“Eyes open.”
Valentino’s deep and sensual voice sent a ripple of awareness through me. He wasn’t asking. He never did. He always commanded.
