Page 71 of Gamble with Me
The fierceness of his gaze almost set me on fire. In one swift movement, he removed my drenched panties and took out the black silky scarves from the nightstand.
"Tell me your safe word, Valeria," Zefarin commanded in an unusually harsh tone, strained by lust and desire. I shuddered, unsure what he wanted to hear.
"Safe word?" I repeated, fixed on his white eyes.
"Yes," he confirmed, placing his hand on my hip and slowly moving it up. Goosebumps erected on my entire body, and my breathing scampered. "I'm going to tie you to the headboard and blindfold you, mon cœur." He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, making me gasp. "You'll be completely in my mercy. If it's too much, you need a means to stop me."
"I trust you," I breathed, realizing this was probably my darkest fantasy coming to life. Him chasing me around my apartment was one thing, but this? I’d never been so aroused by only talking in my life.
"You trust your stalker, Valeria?" he asked with amusement evident in his voice, playing with my breast. "Do you hear how absurd it sounds?"
"If you wanted to…" I gulped, distracted by his hand, "hurt me, you would've done itages ago."
"Maybe I want to hurt you differently," he countered, his touches diverting my mind from the conversation. But then he pinched my nipple harshly, making me squeal and kick my foot. "Your safe word, Valeria," he ordered, soothing my sore, hardened bud.
Blinking at the skull mask that suddenly looked sinister, I imagined a few terrible things that could happen to me in this den, but also all the terrific experiences I could go through.
The bolt of lightning coming from outside disturbed my confused thoughts, and I flinched at the sound. Zefarin's eyes observed my every move, and his facial expression reminded me that he awaited my answer.
"Lightning," I whispered, deciding to take a leap of faith. This adventure was too exciting to end because I wasn't courageous enough. "My safe word is lightning."
"Very well, mon cœur," he said, evidently pleased by my response. Maybe he was worried for a second that I'd put an abrupt stop to our game, but he didn't hesitate when the imaginary green light enlightened the entire dark space of the warehouse.
Watching Zefarin taking one of the scarves, I inhaled sharply as he wrapped it around my wrist and lifted my arm toward the corner of the headboard where he tied it. He did the same with my other arm and spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, kneeling between my legs and placing his hands on my thighs. "I can't wait to taste you again, mon cœur," he whispered, folding the third scarf. "Ready?"
"Yes," I muttered, feeling waves of excitement attacking my insides, making them quiver and tremble. My pussy clenched with anticipation, and I shivered when he placed the scarf over my eyes.
"Delicious little plaything," Zefarin growled into my ear when he secured the blindfold. "I can finally do whatever I want with you."
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Valeria
The first thing Zefarin did sent bolts of pleasure straight into my core. My hands grasped the scarves tightly, hating that they couldn't touch and explore his smooth skin. My body arched toward him like we were pulled together by a magnetic force, unable to fight it. His fingers entangled in my hair, and his hand caressed my hot flesh.
The simple yet searing kiss had me drowning in desire for this man. Our lips collided with passion and longing as if we were each other's oasis in the desert. My tongue darted into his mouth, wanting to taste as much of him as possible.
But he pulled away, making me groan in disapproval. His fingers gently grazed my lips, and his nose brushed against my cheek. I wriggled in the restraints, turning my head to find his delicious lips, yet he only chuckled at my pointless fight.
"Patience, Valeria," he whispered, pressing his index finger against my lower lip, and I opened my mouth. "You'll get everything. I promise."
A quiet moan escaped my throat as I worked his digit, and he massaged my breast. I hated that I couldn't wrap around him and melt into his body, but at the same time, I was aroused by my powerlessness.
The scarves held me tightly, exposing me so he could admire every inch of me, and the blindfold heightened my senses. His lips were hungrier than I remembered. His handswere rougher and firmer than my last memory of them. The experience opened my eyes and forced me to perceive reality differently.
A tender brush of something smooth on my inner thigh directed my attention from the slight frustration to the tingling sensation. The touch was delicate, like a chaste kiss from a lover, sending chills up my tense spine. It moved up my hip and to my breasts, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"What is this?" I breathed, pushing my head into the cushion and lifting my chest against it. It teased my nipples and, at the same time, made my stomach flutter like something alive was trapped there.
"Peacock feather," Zefarin answered, moving it up and down my neck, making me shudder in delight. "Almost as soft as your skin, mon cœur."
My skin prickled as the feather traveled around my body. The sensuality of the strokes forced moans to break free from my throat. My legs were spread apart, but I needed to close them to ease the ache between them, yet my gentle tormentor didn't allow it.
"Hold your gorgeous legs open, Valeria," he said with a hint of a warning in his low husky voice. "Or do you want me to tie them, too?"
"No." I instantly spread my thighs, feeling his hand on my pussy.
