Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

I needed her worshipping at my feet, just as I worshipped her.

I released her throat and stood, taking her hands in mine to pull her up along with me.

“Stay,” I commanded, brushing a kiss on her cheek.

I left her standing by the bed, crossing the bedroom to the chest of drawers where I kept some of my kinky toys. Finding what I needed, I returned to her with the crimson rope fisted in my hand. She eyed it warily, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her pupils dilated. She didn’t flinch or try to move away from me. Fear warred with desire, making her curvy little body practically vibrate in anticipation.

I touched the silken rope beneath the lower swell of her breasts, and she arched into me on a gasp. Her nipples pebbled, seeking my attention. I’d make sure to tease and torture them, once I had her bound.

“Don’t move,” I told her, a warning edge to the order.

She swallowed and stilled. Her gaze riveted on the rope, watching with something between fascination and trepidation as I wound it around her chest. I passed it over her breasts, behind her back, and under her tits. I’d tie her more intricately in the future, but for now, a simple harness would serve my purposes.

I passed the rope between the bindings at her back before drawing it over her shoulder. I hooked the length beneath the rope around her breasts, tugging upward to cinch it firmly around her tender flesh. Her lashes fluttered, and she swayed toward me. I pressed my body against hers, steadying her as she began to draw in panting breaths. When I was confident that she could support herself, I stepped behind her and finished the tie, leaving her breasts bound and her nipples standing at attention.

I wrapped my arms around her, tracing the undersides of her tits with a featherlight touch. She sucked in a shuddering breath and thrust her chest toward my hands, craving more stimulation.

I didn’t give her the harshness she desired. Instead, I continued to trail my fingertips over her sensitive skin. Her flesh began to darken, her blood flow redirected by my ropes to make her breasts swell and ache.

Her head dropped back against my shoulder on a low moan. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered.

“What I’ve always wanted,” I said, my voice rough with my own lust. My cock jutted toward her, but I wouldn’t grant myself release for a while yet. I wanted her whimpering and begging before I finally fucked her.

I pinched her nipples, my grip in cruel contrast to the way I’d caressed her breasts. She cried out, shifting away from my harsh hold. But there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped in my arms, her back pressing against my chest as she struggled to escape me. I groaned as her pert ass rubbed my erection, and I struggled to restrain myself from bending her over the bed and claiming her roughly.

I managed to master the feral urge and tugged at her nipples, forcing her back to arch as she sought to alleviate some of the painful pressure I inflicted.

“Adrián,” she whined. “It hurts.”

“I know. It’s supposed to. I want you to hurt, Valentina. But I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I released her from my sadistic grip, palming her breasts and lightly rubbing her nipples to massage away the pain. A strangled sound left her chest, and she thrust her tits into my hands, welcoming more.

I shifted my touch, grasping her waist and guiding her toward the bed. I laid her down on her back, stretching her arms over her head. Using a second, shorter length of rope, I secured her wrists to one of the wrought iron bedposts.

When I was satisfied that she was bound and spread for my sensual torment, I settled my body atop hers once again and captured her lips in a brutal kiss. She tugged against the rope, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Please,” she panted when I finally released her mouth. “I want to touch you.”

“You don’t know what you want,” I murmured against her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin. “You don’t know what your body is capable of. What I’m capable of. You’ve placed yourself at my mercy, conejita. There’s nothing you can do to stop me now.”

I reached between us, tweaking her nipples. Her eyes rolled back on a moan.

“This is what you want,” I told her in a dark whisper, my words teasing over her pebbled flesh. “You want me in control.” My hand dipped lower, finding her soaked, swollen folds. I stroked her silken wetness, teasing around her clit. “It feels so good to submit to me, doesn’t it? Tell me how much you love being mine, and I’ll let you come.” My words turned feverish, harsh and desperate. Years of perverted fantasies were culminating in this moment, and the wash of sadistic pleasure was almost too intense. I was drunk on power, drunk on her.