: Chapter 34

“Jesus fucking Christ, Amelia. You’re exquisite, you know that?”

My entire body flames with desire at his praise. Nobody has ever made me feel as good about myself as this man does.

Like a lot of women, I suppose, I’ve occasionally thought I was a little overweight. I’ve never hated my body, but I’ve also never felt particularly beautiful or sexy, certainly not in recent years. The way Drake is looking at me now, though, his dark brown eyes so full of need and adoration, I feel … not only beautiful, but invincible.

He crawls between my spread legs and presses a soft kiss at the top of my inner thigh, right above a thick twist of rope. A low growl rolls out of him, and my body recognizes that sound. My core clenches at it, the reaction oddly Pavlovian. He growls, I vibrate.

My arms are tied behind me, coils of hemp twisting like snakes from my wrists up to my shoulders. More lengths of rope are pulled across my breasts, one above and one below my nipple, the friction of them rubbing deliciously against the sensitive peaks. He’s used yet more to create a crisscross pattern of rope and knots all along my legs, which kind of looks like super-thick fishnet. I am completely naked apart from the coils, and my center is throbbing with need.

It took a long time to get to this stage. He’s a perfectionist and he wanted to make sure I was completely comfortable with everything as we progressed. Comfortable? That’s not the right word. I always thought I’d enjoy being restrained by him, but this … This really is a thing of beauty. I totally get why it helps him switch off his busy mind. The intricacy of the patterns, the complexity of the knots, choosing the right rope. It’s engrossing, and it’s also kinky as fuck. I absolutely love it, and I love the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the world who has what he needs.

“You have such beautiful skin,” he says, his breath warm against my flesh. “You look incredible like this. When I take the ropes off, there will be marks for a while.”

“Good,” I sigh, rubbing my wrists together and enjoying the sensation. “I want there to be marks.”

He looks up at me from between my thighs, his eyes on fire as he runs his hands up my legs, licking his lips when he touches the bumps and ridges of the rope. Slowly, he works his way up my body, and I suck in a desperate breath when he reaches my breasts.

“I’ve truly never seen anything so perfect as this, Amelia. You, tied up beneath me. The way your flesh is so soft around the knots. The way your perfect tits are spilling around that rope.” He reaches out, a mesmerized expression on his face, and tugs on one of the knots. It immediately makes the rope around my nipples tighten, and I cry out. He leans forward and sucks one after the other into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue. The sensation is heightened to the point that I’m almost too stimulated. “Drake!”

“I know, baby. I know it’s a lot, but you’re doing so fucking well. Your nipples were made for this. Are you okay? Are you still comfortable?”

“Not exactly comfortable, but I love it.”

“I thought you would, my dirty minx. And now that I know you love it, there’s so much more for us to try. I can make you fly or have your ass in the air for me to lick or hog-tie you while I fuck every hole you have.”

“I thought this wasn’t about sex?” I say teasingly, even though I can feel my inner walls contract at the images he’s put in my mind.

He lifts his head and smirks. “It’s not, but having you naked and tied up, completely at my mercy …” He sucks air between his teeth. “Well, I’m not gonna not fuck you. You’re too gorgeous to resist.”

I huff with fake indignation. “I feel hoodwinked, sir. Tied up under false pretenses. I’m all about the art.”

He narrows his eyes, and the look he gives me makes heat snake a slow path up my spine. Without dropping his gaze from mine, he drags his forefinger through my center, which I’m acutely aware is dripping wet. Then he holds it up, the tip coated in a thick sheen of my arousal. “You sure about that, Miss Ryder? Because while you are definitely beautiful enough to belong in a gallery, you’re also soaking wet, as usual. You don’t want me to fuck you?”

I press my lips together to stifle a giggle. “I didn’t say that, sir.”

“Sir … I like the sound of that word on your lips. I like how tying you up brings the brat out in you. And I really like the way you look, trussed up and ready for my cock.”

He sinks the same finger inside me, all the way to the knuckle, his eyes on mine as he does it. If I ever had a doubt as to how much he wants me, the look on his face dispels it completely. After he rubs my clit, making me moan his name, he lifts me up, flips me around, and lays me face down. His hands run around my neck, along my shoulders, and down my rope-tied arms, as though he’s savoring every moment of slow, sensual contact. Then he groans and positions me on my knees, my ass bare before him. There is something deeply sexy about the way he’s handling me, moving me around like I’m a doll, figuring out which part of me to fuck. I have no control over any of it. I’m his plaything, and boy am I enjoying the game.

He palms my cheeks, and I gasp and lean into his touch, loving the way his fingers feel. He strokes my thighs and the curve of my ass, and his breathing comes faster as he spreads my legs a little wider. I’m completely exposed to him and I feel a flush of embarrassment, but also a rush of need.

“Drake …”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, his touch making me tremble against my restraints.

“What are you thinking of back there? Are you planning to, uh …” I falter over the words.

“Fuck you in the ass?” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Is that what you want, Miss Ryder?”

Is it? Do I want my first time to happen while I’m completely restrained and at his mercy? “Yes,” I blurt.

“Jesus fuck,” he mutters, spreading my cheeks apart, and I let out a little cry. I want this, but I’m also a little scared. What if it hurts too much? What if I’m not built to take him that way? He’s huge, and I’ve never had anything there, not even the tip of a finger.

As though he’s reading my mind, he leans over me, lips dusting over my shoulder blades. “I would never do anything to hurt you, baby. I’ll take it real slow, and the minute you say stop, we stop, okay?”

I nod, my cheek brushing against the comforter. “Yes sir.”

He growls, low and dangerous. “That’s my good girl. Don’t move. I’ll be right back, okay?”

I manage a shaky laugh. “I’m tied up. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”

“True,” he says, getting something from his drawer. “And maybe that’s how I’ll keep you. Tied up, ass open, pussy wet. Twenty-four hours a fucking day.”

“I think it might make work a little awkward,” I joke as he climbs back onto the bed behind me. I’m nervous, and in the few seconds Drake’s hands weren’t on me, I lost some of my bravado.

He slaps my ass a couple of times, and I squeal. That felt shockingly good. He slides a finger inside my pussy, and the wet sound it makes fills the room. “Good,” he says, pulling it out again. “I just wanted to check you were still a deviant. Now, are you sure about this, mi rosa? Let me make it clear that I want nothing more than to take this virgin ass of yours and make it mine, but I can wait. We can get you some nice little jeweled toys before you work your way up to my cock.”

“I don’t want toys. Only you,” I murmur, my face pressed against his pillows and my thighs quivering with excitement. The way this man can make me feel just by talking dirty to me is insane.

He leans his body over my back, curving himself entirely around me until his lips are next to my ear. “I’m not going to lie, baby. This is going to hurt a little. But I promise if it doesn’t feel good for you, we’ll stop. You have to keep talking to me, okay?”

He spreads my cheeks again and massages some cold lube over my puckered hole. It feels strange but delicious, having him touch me in that taboo place, and my heart starts to race as he rubs the crown of his cock over my opening. “Just relax, mi rosa. I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to love it.”

He slides his finger, slick with cold lube, inside me first, and I groan at the intrusion. It’s strange and different but not unpleasant. “Good girl,” he says soothingly as he slowly works his finger in and out.

My entire body shudders with pleasure, and I moan his name.

He rubs a soothing hand over my lower back while he pushes in deeper and twists his finger a little to stretch me. I gasp at the new sensation, but once again, the unfamiliar feeling quickly gives way to pleasure.

“How’s that, mi rosa?”

“G-good.”

My legs tremble as he goes on gently working his finger in a smooth, steady motion, and that deep, churning vortex of pleasure is swirling deep in my core.

“Drake!” I plead, unsure what I’m pleading for, but his slow ministrations are exquisite torture.

“You ready for more, baby? You think you can take my cock now?”

I’m ready for it all. “Yes! Please.”

He withdraws his finger, and then more cold lube slides between my ass cheeks, making me gasp. “We need plenty of this. I want to fuck you pretty hard, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oh. My. God.

He pushes the tip of his dick inside me a couple of inches, and I cry out at the sharp burning sensation that explodes inside me.

“I know, baby. Just breathe,” he says, sliding his hands over my back and ass.

I suck in a deep breath, and he pushes in a little deeper. Stars flicker behind my eyelids.

“Okay?” he asks with a grunt.

“Yes. More.” I pant out the words, pushing my ass back as much as possible while I’m bound so tightly.

“Christ, you look amazing. I wish you could see this. Your arms in those ropes. Your beautiful ass split in two. My hard cock disappearing inside it. Fuck,” he groans, slowly pushing farther and farther inside me.

He runs a hand up my inner thigh and dips two fingers inside my pussy, pushing them in all the way while he sinks even deeper into my ass. I yell, shocked at the delectable pain when he fills me in both places.

“That still okay, baby?”

“Oh god, yes. Yes, Drake!”

“Good. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”

“Then don’t. Please.”

He pushes deeper and twists his fingers at the same time, pushing me forward so the ropes scrape against my nipples and chafe on my wrists. Despite his claim that he can’t hold back, I can feel him doing just that. His body vibrates with the effort of not nailing me into the mattress as I’m sure he must want to. Instead, he gives me as much as I can take, his steady thrusts shallow and mind-blowing. I’m so full of him I could burst, and it is the dirtiest, hottest sensation I have ever experienced.

“You’re doing so well Amelia,” he says, his voice low and intense. “You’re taking me like such a good girl. Fuck, you feel unbelievable.”

He speeds up his thrusts, and every part of me is stretched wide and tight to fit him in. But I’d still take more of him if he pushed. I can’t get enough. Every cell in my being is lit up, and I start to wail as I feel my climax build. He uses his other hand to hold my hip steady and drives a little harder into me, his fingers hitting the sweet spot inside my pussy. He’s growling like an animal behind me, my ropes are tightening from the movement, and I am so crammed with Drake that I can barely breathe.

My inner walls clench around his fingers, and my ears begin to buzz. My vision blurs, and when I come, it feels like a whole-body experience. Everything explodes. The pleasure and the pain and the primal sense of being totally possessed by this man overwhelm me, and I scream his name as he continues to fuck me all the way through my orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” he shouts, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

When he’s spent, he collapses on top of me, and we both lie panting on the bed.

“That,” he murmurs, his body hot against mine, “was fucking mind-blowing.”

I couldn’t agree more. I wanted a distraction, and wow, did he deliver. I can barely remember my own name.