Page 63 of Immoral

She freezes, bites her lip, then slowly slides her hands over her thighs and calves until she's able to grasp her ankles. She arches her back, pushing her nipples high in the air. Her long hair falls in waves toward the floor, and she gives it a shake while facing the ceiling.

"You fucking naughty girl," I mutter. Hot blood rushes through my veins. She's always been flexible, able to hold positions a long time, and colored every line outside the box I wanted. I lick my lips, studying every inch of her as if it's the first time.

Hell, maybe it is. Perhaps the fact that she's here, in front of the new wall I had created just for her, wearing a diamond collar signifying she's finally mine, means we're both different than we were in the past. And doesn't that mean we're a newer version of our old selves?

Satisfaction hits me like lightning. The wall is our fresh start. Tonight, I'll prove to her that I'm different... that I've changed. And we can let go of all the demons we both carry and move forward. Together.

I rise, lean over her face, and admit, "You thought you could escape our issues on this wall, but if anything, it only makes our problems appear brighter."

A puzzled expression appears on her beautiful face. "What are you talking about?"

In a quick move, I grab the restraints and pull them. The chains slide over the metal, and a moment of panic fills Cara's face. Among the upgrades were other amenities. Instead of restraints only attaching to the wall, they now have the ability to create tension or slack.

I secure it around her wrist and ankle, ensuring the position is perfect and not going to dig into her, even though they are padded. The only marks on her body I'd ever allow would be from my mouth or the slap of my hand on her ass.

"Gianni?" she questions.

My arrogance takes over. I fasten the other restraint. Any indecision I experienced is now gone. I peck her lips then boast, "You needed the wall, correct?"

She furrows her eyebrows then answers, "Yes."

"It takes you trusting me fully for you to be on the wall."

She stares at me.

"No? You don't have to trust me? You'd let anyone do this?" I challenge, and a brief moment of panic hits me that maybe she would let another man do this to her.

What if she has?

She blinks then squashes my fear. "Of course I wouldn't let anyone else do this to me."

The corners of my lips curl up. I nod. "And you have to trust me."

"Yes," she admits.

I weave her hair around my fist so there's no slack. She gasps, and I cup her pussy, teasing her slit with my index finger. "You're different than when we were kids or even together years ago, my tesoro."

She scrunches her face. "Of course I am. I aged."

I grin. Her response couldn't be more perfect. I state, "You've gotten more beautiful, but I've aged, too. And with age comes wisdom."

She stays quiet.

I slide my finger inside her, loving how she makes the slightest squirming movement, then stops when I bark, "I didn't give you permission to move."

The room turns silent, except for my thumping heart and her breathing. I rise, grab another restraint, and attach it to her collar, removing all slack so her head barely rests against the wall. I add a second digit and pump into her at different speeds, rolling my thumb on her clit. Her face contorts, and deep pleasure fills me, knowing how badly she wants to circle her hips and ride my hand.

But she won't. She knows the one rule of the wall. Yet, I still make her state it. "What's the one thing you must abide by all night, tesoro?"

"You're in charge."

"Yes. And let me remind you of my rules. Are you allowed to do anything without my permission?"

She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens them and answers, "No."

I step out of my boxers, cage my body over hers, and kiss her. She moans as I flick my tongue into her mouth, increasing the intensity, denying her and myself the deep kiss I know we both crave.

Utilizing the wall, I grip it, then slide my erection over her clit, watching every change in her expression.

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