Page 482 of Rosetti Family New York
"I was tied down for eighteen hours," he says, voice raw with pain. "Eighteen hours… fuck, Carmela. They had me restrained again during my court-martial testimony. Made me relive every fucking second of being tied down while my patients diedaround me." His hands shake. "I was the unit medic, and they held me down while they executed the soldiers I was supposed to save."
The image makes my stomach clench with pain so sharp I gasp.
"Van—"
"I can still hear them screaming," he continues, words pouring out like a dam has burst. "I was helpless. Completely fucking helpless while people who trusted me died because I couldn't move, couldn't fight back." He looks up at me, eyes devastated. "They held me down and made me watch every single one die. And here you are, asking me to make you helpless too."
"Van, listen to my voice," I say firmly, pulling every ounce of strength into the words since I can't use my hands. The silk restraints hold me open, my pussy exposed and vulnerable, but I can still be his anchor. "This is different. This is my choice."
He looks at me, really looks, taking in how I'm spread before him—bound but unbroken.
"You're not making me helpless," I continue, voice steady. I tug gently at the silk ties. "You're giving me the safety to surrender. There's a difference." My voice drops to a whisper. "Those restraints were about taking your power away. These are about me giving you mine."
I watch understanding dawn in his eyes. His breathing starts to slow as he processes the difference.
"I'm not going anywhere," I tell him. "I'm right here, and I choose this. I choose you." My voice softens. "Your trauma doesn't make you broken, Van."
He reaches out tentatively, fingers brushing along my cheek, then trailing down to cup my breast. My nipple hardens instantly under his touch.
"You're bound, and you're still taking care of me," he says, wonder in his voice.
Something shifts in his expression then, healing replacing the haunted look. His hand slides down my body, fingers trailing over my ribs, my hip, until he's cupping my center. I'm soaking wet, my arousal coating his fingers.
"Fuck, sunshine," he breathes, sliding one finger inside me. "You're dripping."
I arch as much as the restraints allow, desperate for more friction. "Please, Van. Touch me."
Van positions himself between my spread thighs, his cock hard and leaking as he stares down at my bound body. The silk ties hold me completely open for him, glistening with arousal despite the emotional intensity.
"So fucking beautiful," he mutters, running his hands up my inner thighs. "Spread out for me like this. Mine to do whatever I want with."
His fingers part my lips, exposing my clit to the cool air. I'm swollen and sensitive, my hole clenching around nothing as he teases me.
"Please," I gasp, tugging at the restraints. The silk holds firm, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Instead of answering, he leans down and drags his tongue through my slit, from my entrance to my clit. The sensation makes me cry out, my hips bucking as much as the bonds allow.
"Stay still," he commands, his voice taking on that dominant edge I crave. "You don't move unless I tell you to."
He works me with his mouth, tongue circling my clit before diving deep to taste my arousal. I'm so wet I can hear the obscene sounds of his mouth on my core, can feel my juices running down to coat my ass.
"Van, shit, I'm going to come," I warn, feeling the familiar tension building.
He pulls back immediately, leaving me gasping and desperate. "Not yet, baby. Not until I say."
I whimper, pulling at the restraints, but he just smirks and moves up my body. His head brushes against my core, catching on my entrance before sliding away.
"Beg for it," he says, positioning himself at my opening but not pushing inside.
"Please," I gasp, trying to angle my hips to take him deeper.
"Say the words, princess. I want to hear those filthy thoughts coming out of your mouth."
I never thought I could say words like these, but I never thought I could feel like this either. "Please fuck me, Van. I need your cock inside me."
"That's my good girl," he growls, and slams into me in one brutal thrust.
I scream at the sudden fullness, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thick length. He gives me no time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that has the headboard rattling against the wall.
