Page 49 of Hers to Command

I swallow hard. “I don’t intend to.” The girls in the clubs sometimes wear these, which should turn me off, and yet... I want this.

His lips curve into a dark smile as he fastens the first one.

“Fuck.” It freaking stings, and the asshole doesn’t loosen it one bit before attaching the second one.

I reach up to rub at my boobs, but he takes my hands and pins them to the bed with his own, leaning over me to lick over my sore nipples, making them sting even more.

Fucking hell, what was I thinking?

“Now you look exactly how you should. Like my queen wearing jewels.”

My breath catches, but I don’t argue. What girl doesn’t like some fancy ass jewels on a day when she fucking slayed?

Reaching out, Riccardo reaches into the pile of things he had dropped on the bed, pulling out a silk blindfold.

“I want you to feel this,” he says, as he ties it over my eyes, shutting out the room and leaving me entirely at his mercy.

Every muscle in my body tenses. I wanted a distraction, sure, but this? Hell, this is stupid.

I can’t trust Riccardo. I shouldn’t trust him.

But I want this.

The bed dips as he returns to me once again, and I feel the cool glide of metal against my wrists. I tense again. Too late to run now. He’s secured a pair of cuffs around my wrists. The sound of a snap and a chain following it tells me he’s linked them together, leaving me restrained but not entirely immobile.

“Spread your legs, Anya.”

His voice leaves no room for hesitation, and I obey, feeling his hands guide my thighs apart. Because why the hell not? I’m already tied up. I might as well get to the fucking fun part of this insanity.

The teasing hum of a vibrator fills the room next, the faint buzz making my core clench in anticipation.

“You like playing with fire,” he says, and I can feel his smirk without seeing it. “So let’s see how much heat you can take.”

The first touch of the vibrator against my clit is soft, exploratory. My hips jerk involuntarily as he presses it harder, drawing slow, deliberate circles that make it impossible to think of anything but the building tension in my body.

“Stay still,” he orders, gripping my thigh with one hand to keep me in place.

I try, but the combination of his dominance and the relentless stimulation has me writhing beneath him. The blindfold amplifies every sensation. There is the warmth of his breath against my skin, the firm press of his hand on my thigh, and the relentless buzz he’s rubbing over my clit and dipping into my cunt.

“Riccardo,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling the vibrator away just as I teeter on the edge of release. So damn fast. He got me there so fucking quick.

A frustrated sound escapes me, but he chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying my torment.

“You think I’m going to make this easy for you?” he asks, his voice low and mocking. “You don’t get to come until I decide you’re ready. Until you beg me for it. Like I begged you to take my fucking men with you.”

I bite back a sharp retort, but I lift my hips, trying to reclaim some control. Instead of letting me have it, he presses me down firmly, pinning me into the mattress.

“You’ll learn,Tesoro,” he says, his tone softer now. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll understand exactly what it means to spend hours tortured.”

He places the vibrator back against me, this time alternating the intensity, teasing me until I’m a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him. Every nerve ending in my body screams for release, but he holds me on the edge, drawing it out and then pulls it away again just when I’m about to shatter.

“Please,” I whisper, the word slipping out unbidden. The fucking asshole is edging me and all I can do is beg.

I feel his weight shift as he leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s better. Say it again.”

“Please, Riccardo,” I plead, my voice cracking under the strain of holding back. “I need—”

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