Page 11 of Crazed

Another moment passes under his scrutiny. His thumbs trace my lips. More anxiety builds, mixed with the uncontrollable desire I always have for him. The thought passes in my mind that maybe he could run away with me, but I scold myself. That's only an unattainable fairy tale.

His deep voice sends heat through my veins. And it makes zero sense why his statement turns me on so much. I shouldn't like what he does to me. Yet lately, it's like the more I experience being at his mercy, the more I crave it. He states, "You disobeyed me."

I sharply inhale. That phrase is one I used to wish I'd never hear again. Ludis and Leo used to say that, and a horrible punishment always followed. The first time Massimo said it, it was like I woke up from a deep sleep. Tingles raced down my spine, creating a feeling I'd never experienced before.

Right now, my pulse races so fast I feel dizzy. Maybe I'd fall if his muscular frame didn't have me trapped against the wall. I barely breathe out, "How?"

The corners of his mouth twitch, but then he gains control of it, sternly assessing me again. More silence fills the air, adding to the tension. He sniffs hard, cocking one eyebrow, dragging his knuckles over my cheek.

I close my eyes, melting into him.

His hot breath hits my ear. "Does it matter?" He flicks his tongue on my lobe then places his face in front of mine.

Zings burst in all my cells. I open my lids, admitting, "No."

Satisfaction fills his expression, but it dies quickly. He wraps a lock of my hair around his finger. "Did you get the rope I ordered?"

My butterflies spread their wings faster. He presses closer, and I whimper while nodding. "It's under my bed."

He gives me an authoritative glance then grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I gasp as he asks, "How badly do you want me to tie you up?"

I take a few breaths, attempting to calm my racing heartbeat, then admit, "It's all I thought about since it arrived."

His lips curve into an arrogant smirk. Without releasing my wrists, he fists my hair and tugs it with the perfect amount of force. He sniffs hard, digging his erection against my belly.

Moments pass, increasing the electricity between us. His chest presses closer, and I feel his heartbeat. He commands, "There won't be any begging today."

"No?" I question. Massimo usually makes me plead for my orgasms until I'm crying. Then he gives me a release so strong, I'd die happy if it were my last breath.

His face hovers over mine. The blue in his eyes twinkles. "No. I'm putting a gag in your mouth."

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Massimo

Katiya inhales sharply.Her blue eyes widen, and the longer I stare at her, the darker a sexy blush colors her cheeks.

I've never gagged her before. I've tied her up, restraining her for hours, doing all sorts of wicked things to her. After she told me what Ludis and Leo used to do to her, including the days they kept her captive in a sauna, I stopped doing it. I didn't want to trigger her. We still had sex, but it was different. She knew I was being cautious and told me to stop.

We had a long conversation about things. She said it was different with me, but I was still hesitant. We ended up fighting so much about it that she convinced me to do it again. I eventually gave in, and I have to say, it was a relief. Not taking control of her was like a punishment from God himself. It's like it's in my blood to dominate her, to have her helplessly at my mercy.

Even though we went back to normal, I held off gagging her. It's only been a thought in my head, but the urge has grown to the point I can no longer ignore it. I've never even discussed it with her. Now that I've stated what I want to do, I'm studying her to see what she thinks without giving her any clue she's the decision-maker for this activity.

Because she thinks I'm always in control.

Always.

No matter what.

But every time I have her in a vulnerable state, she's the one who makes the decisions. I'll study how her breathing turns shorter. Or the expressions on her face. Then her voice will change, and the desperation for whatever she needs is so potent, it makes me want to cum in my pants.

Right now, there's nervous anticipation in her eyes. I don't miss the way her red-stained lips slightly tremble. It's perfection, and I drag my thumb over her bottom one. I assert, "Did you wear this to match the rope?"

A few days ago, I found a blood-red cotton, silk-blend rope. I was in the sex toy store. I didn't even know why I went in. Maybe subconsciously, I knew time was up. I could no longer prohibit myself from holding back. My urges were only receiving more fuel every time I had her naked with rope or metal around her. The moment I spotted the luxury rope, I knew I needed it. Then I went looking for a black ball gag, imagining her lips in the exact shade she's now wearing.

Her hot breath hits my thumb. She responds, "I did."

"Then you called me?"

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