Page 91 of The Billionaire's Vow

I gave him a nod. “Red.”

His eyes darted over my face, then returned to my eyes. “Good thinking, and thank you for trusting me.” He squeezed my waist, kissed me, and lifted me to my feet. “You should stretch; it’ll make your body relax faster.”

I followed his instruction, stretching my arms and legs like I did before a run. Then he came close and gestured for me to turn and face away from him. I felt the brush of his cock against my ass as the satin fabric went around my eyes. He lined up the eyepieces, and everything went black. “I can’t see anything.”

Anticipation spiked in my veins, and a flutter went through me. I felt Rocco’s hand on mine and my elbows as he guided me to the bed. He lifted me and placed me down on the mattress. I stretched my arms out, but I couldn’t reach the sides. He slid the fabric against my ankle, and I shivered.Then he tied it.

His hand heated the top of my foot as he held it. “How does that feel?”

What came to mind was different but not scary. I told him, “Uhm. Not bad.”

He moved over to my other ankle and bound it in place. “Is that all right?”

“Yes, It’s fine.”

“Good. Let’s see what’s more comfortable: hands over your head or outstretched.” He bound my arms to test how comfortable I was in both positions. I tensed more with my arms over my head but outstretched felt less confining.

“Outstretched,” I murmured.

I heard him let out a rough breath. Then I felt the silk on both my wrists. I was completely tied to the bed, and I couldn’t see. My legs were so wide open, so exposed. I tried to move and couldn’t.

“Damn, I’ve got to calm down. You’re so fucking hot naked.” His voice was hoarse.The binding wasn’t just about my control, but both of ours.

My body started shaking, and my breathing changed to pants.

I felt his hand clasp the side of my face. “I’m here, Bella. Take some deep breaths.”

I took a few, and slowly calmed as Rocco massaged my arms and legs down to my feet. I noticed he didn’t touch my breasts or pussy, where I wanted to feel him the most.

The room filled with Sisters of Mercy’s haunting, seductive croons of “Lucretia My Reflection.” Rocco was a man who loved to set a stage and cast me as his muse. He left me nude, spread wide and tied for him to use how he wanted. My body heated just thinking about it, and I shifted under the restraints in a way to test my limits. I could move my fingers and toes and arch my back, but I couldn’t move my arms or close my legs. My heart pounded against my ribs, and my breath rushed into my lungs as panic rose.

“Breathe, Adelina,” Rocco called, and I felt the heat of his hand on my ankle.

I sucked in the air to regain control of my breathing. Rocco waited, giving me silent support. I didn’t want to stop; I was too curious. Once I relaxed again, my awareness shifted to my other senses, heightened. I swore I could feel the weight of his stare all over my body, and a part of me wanted to hide. Then, I felt the mattress dip near my head, the heat of his breath on my neck.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” His voice was rough with lust.

My body heated, and my pulse and breath sped up as his tongue slid along my jaw to my ear. Then, I winced, feeling a sting. It was his teeth nibbling my earlobe. He licked over the shell and sucked the lobe between his lips.

“Soo fucking sexy,” he whispered and groaned.

I shuddered and moaned. “Mmm. Touch me.”

“I’m touching you, Bella.” But he knew where I wanted him to touch. My body ached already for more, and he’d only just started.

The mattress moved next to me, and I flinched at the brush of ice on my skin. I let out a loud gasp, shivering as Rocco moved it on my collarbone. He trailed it with his hot tongue, heating the cold.

“Mmm,” I moaned. My skin tingled, and I shivered; my hands tugged at the binding. His tongue trailed down between my breasts and circled my nipple, making it tighter.

“Mmm, Bella,” he groaned and closed his mouth on my breast, his tongue pressing over the hard tip.

I moaned and sucked in a fast breath; my legs and arms tensed, and I attempted to twist in the binds.

His fingers closed on a nipple and tugged, sending a sharp jolt to my throbbing clit.

My back arched, and I let out a whimper.

His mouth covered a nipple, and he sucked on it hard. The sensation coursed down to my clit. My inner walls clenched empty, and I bucked in the bindings, trying to lift under the intensity of his suckling, but I couldn’t. He kept sucking on one nipple and then the other. They began to swell and ache, and I squirmed. “Rocco. Come on…please.”

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