Page 119 of Toxic

Then I gently suck her, knowing it'll drive her crazy.

A muffled, "Please," fills the air.

I slap her ass harder and rotate between little licks and sucks, nibbling her from time to time.

Our sweat merges, dripping down our bodies. Adrenaline expands in every cell of my body, torturing me.

I suck her hard, and her back arches. My dick falls out of her mouth, and her body trembles like a violent earthquake. She cries out, "Dante! Oh God!"

Continuing to make her orgasm, I smack her ass, then rub out the sting.

She shakes harder. Her breath shortens, and her cries turn into incoherent sounds.

Pulling her over my shoulders, I move her body off me and position her so she's on her knees, facing the couch. I instruct, "Don't move."

Her cheeks are maroon from hanging upside down. Green and blue heat swirl in her orbs. Her breath is shaky. She grabs my head and kisses me.

I return her affection then pat her ass. "Stay here," I reiterate then go to my dresser, open a drawer, and scan the different items. I've been waiting for her to stay at my place. I bought every piece the night after we first got together.

Studying the toys with her in the room is overwhelming. There are too many things I've been craving to do with her. Too many ways I've wanted to unleash sensations in her she never knew she had.

I glance back at her, catching her eyes in the darkened room.

Her voice comes out raspy. "What are you doing?"

"Turn toward the wall," I demand. "And don't ask me questions."

She takes a deep breath and obeys.

Her obedience fills me with pride. There was a time when Bridget would have fought my orders, but she's submitted more and more to me over the last few months.

I assess the drawer again then select a collar with chains that have nipple clamps attached. I shut the drawer then position myself behind Bridget. Leaning into her ear, I move her hair over her other shoulder. I drag my finger over her collarbone and murmur, "You know why I wanted you here, in my room?"

She fills her lungs with air, turning her head, pinning her gaze on mine. "Because you love me, and I'm yours."

Her words take me by surprise. It's better than anything she could have said. After all these years, she finally gives me the only thing I've ever desired—her.

"Good answer, dolcezza." I kiss her deeply, sliding the collar over her neck and clasping it. I leave enough room for my fingers to slide beneath the leather. "Look around."

She furrows her eyebrows.

I hold her chin and point. "I designed this room. For every part of it, I envisioned you and the ways that design element would allow me to have you." I wait a moment, letting her study the space, holding in my chuckle.

To an outsider, the room looks like I invested in art. But it's not. There are numerous places to restrain her and different furniture to position her how I want. Over the years, the more time that passed that I didn't have her, the more things I added, like what I'm about to do now.

Sliding my fingers under the collar, I rise and guide her to her feet. So many questions flitter over her face as I move her to the wall.

I push a button. The ceiling opens and a set of metal restraints lower toward us then stop an arm's length above her head.

Bridget studies it. My hand is still in her collar. I can feel her pulse quickening. She meets my gaze, her eyes filled with heady, curious anticipation.

"Arms up," I instruct.

She hesitates, her eyes darting between mine and the restraint.

Worry fills me. I step closer and push a lock of hair off her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. I've never restrained her like this before. It's always been without warning with my tie or some other vanilla article. I suddenly wonder if she's not going to be into this. "What's wrong, dolcezza?"

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes momentarily.

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