Page 18 of Pandora's Pleasure
“Nice,” I confessed, enjoying the sensation of him stealing all responsibility from me. He’d made it impossible to break free. Guilt for what came next might not even find me in all of this drama. Being tied down meant nothing that happened would be my fault.
I’d secretly yearned for this. For him.
The bed dipped as he reached over to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes. His gesture could easily be mistaken for someone who had a heart. “Do you trust me?”
When I did not respond, he ran his hand over my dress like I was a plaything—tugging the material and caressing the tulle as though his thoughts carried him far away.
Damien reached out and stroked the ribbon around my left wrist, running a fingertip beneath it. “This is so that you understand what I need.”
I exhaled sharply; obviously he was into bondage.
He gave me a slow smile as though sensing I understood. “Follow my rules. Once you abide by them, I will let you come.”
“Rules?”
His hand slid down to my neck, his palm resting on my throat. “Please me and coming frequently will be your new reality.”
Excitement caused my chest to rise and fall and my breasts to swell, nipples pebbling and showing through the material of my dress.
Having him this close in a sensual way felt like a dream. Damien was too powerful a presence to ignore as he assessed my curves, his pupils dilating at what he saw.
Our eyes locked.
“Are you aroused?” he said, his voice gruff.
“I imagine you’d like that.”
He lips curved, showing me he knew the answer to his question wasyes.
My body tingled simply from hearing his seductive voice. His fingertips grazed my breasts through the material, my nipples beading beneath his circling thumb.
His hand gliding all the way down to my pelvis. “So much to explore.”
He hoisted my tulle skirts up and I raised my hips to help him expose my panties.
I jolted when his warm palm cupped me between my legs, causing me to writhe a little at the sensations he aroused there.
Damien was reading every nuance of my expression, sensing my response to the way he commanded my body with his firm caresses and tender stroking, greedily assessing my white thong.
His thumb caressed my clit through the thin material of my panties, causing it to throb and swell.
Feeling frantic from his teasing, I pulled against the silken binds that captured me, but they only grew tighter, making me feel vulnerable. My heart rate skyrocketed, as though I really wanted to be free. Exhilarated, I feigned resistance, as though he’d captured me and was forcing me against my will to feel this pleasure.
I stopped struggling for a moment, aware of the dampness of my arousal.
He pulled my thong aside to reveal the fine strip of pubic hair that was now revealed to him, and with gentle fingers he traced my folds, parting them to expose more of my clit.
I shuddered.
He knew how to touch a woman…how to find the exact spot that would elicit pleasure.
He flicked my clit slowly. “You like this?”
Raising my chin, I gave him a defiant stare. My show of rebellion seemed to please him.
I hadn’t begged him to stop…couldn’t let those words escape my lips because his thumb was edging me toward orgasm. His fingers eased apart my labia to increase my pleasure.
“You’re mine to do with as I want,” he said, his voice husky.
