Page 115 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

He moved lower and picked up a silk binding. He secured my ankle in a series of knots before he did the same to the other. He slipped off the bed and knelt by each end. I wasn’t quite sure what he’d secured the bindings to, but when I tried to move my legs, I found very little leeway.

He looked down at me with desire evident in his expression.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy. Is it okay? Not too tight?”

“It’s fine.”

Being unable to cover myself or move was disconcerting, but this was Aiden. I’d do anything for him. He said he wanted to give me pleasure. He nodded once before moving around and picking up the blindfold.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

“Yes. Being deprived of one of your senses heightens the rest.”

I let him put it on. Everything went black instantly. I took several breaths, trying not to panic. This reminded me of the darkness in the cell. I couldn’t let that rule me.

Today, Aiden would replace those memories.

“I’ll be back,” he said, his breath against my ear.

I lay there, the silence enveloping me. The only sound was the clock on the wall outside. Aiden could move silently when he wanted to. I strained to hear anything.

Shifting a little, I wondered just how long he’d be. My skin pebbled in anticipation. What did he have planned? He’d never explained exactly how this would work.

Why hadn’t I asked more questions when he showed me the stuff in his box?

Because you were too busy trying to get him to fuck you, that’s why.

Thanks, brain. Helpful. Not.

This waiting became torture. My body thrummed. The more I thought about what he was going to do, the wetter I became. Was he doing this on purpose? Making sure I was so worked up, I couldn’t say no to what he wanted.

Then I heard it, something clinked in a bowl as it was set down on the bedside table. And his breath dusted across my ear the next moment.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He leant over and kissed me. He tasted so damn good. He was right. My senses were heightened. I could smell cedarwood and pine. Heaven. He fucking smelt like heaven.

All too quickly, he pulled away and I was bereft of his touch. I mewed, unable to keep the sound back.

“So needy already? Mmm, this is going to be sweet. Watching you unravel before my eyes.”

I didn’t respond. His fingertips ran down my arm, setting my skin alight. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. I bucked against the restraints. Again, he moved away too soon. It became very clear to me, he intended to tease me until I couldn’t take it. Did he want me begging? Because I would. I’d beg him to fuck me.

I felt the bed dip and then he straddled my legs. He’d taken off his jeans, but his boxers remained. He leant over me and picked up whatever he’d brought off the bedside table. I heard the clinking again. I didn’t have to ask what it was. I felt it the next moment. Fucking ice between my breasts. It sent jolts rippling down my stomach.

“Shit, Aiden, that’s cold.”

He chuckled. The sound rang in my ears. He dragged it across my skin. I arched up, unable to help myself. The ice left my skin. I tried to breathe, but oxygen wouldn’t get in my lungs fast enough. Hell. This was not what I expected him to do.

When I felt the ice again, his breath accompanied it. Fuck, he’d put it between his teeth. This time he circled it around my breast before he sucked the ice into his mouth and latched onto my nipple. The sensation made my nerve endings go haywire. Hot and cold at the same time. I bucked against him. His hand went to my stomach, holding me to the bed.

“Aiden,” I moaned. “Fuck.”

His response was to switch breasts and it only made it worse. Everything tingled. I couldn’t fucking breathe properly.

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