Page 41 of Brutal Queen

Aurora circles me. I don’t look up, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor in front of my knees.

“Take off your shirt,” she commands.

I bring my hand to my collar. One by one the buttons give way and I shrug it off my shoulders.

“I’ll take that,” she says. I hear her folding it and placing it down somewhere behind me. There’s a tap on my shoulder before she continues, “Turn around, and get comfortable. I want you to stay on your knees and sit back on your feet. Do you need a cushion? You’ll be in this position for a little while.”

I shake my head. Whatever she has in store for me will be a pleasure to endure. She flicks the end of the rope against my nipple and it stings a little before giving way to a warmth that spreads across my chest and radiates down, making my dick twitch impatiently. “Words. Enzo.”

“No, Don Bianchi.”

“That’s better.” She explores my body with her fingertips before walking behind me and dragging her touch slowly down one arm. “Arms folded behind your back, holding your forearms. Do you think you can hold that position with your shoulder?”

I don’t quite understand her instructions, but she’s one step ahead of me. “Like this, Enzo.” She kneels and reaches for my left wrist first, easing my arm back and then encouraging me to bend my elbow and lay my forearm against my back, perpendicular to the floor. She does the same with the other one and I find that I can hold my forearms comfortably.

Stroking my left shoulder gently, she checks in with me. “Are you sure you can hold this position? I’m not going to tie anything too tightly this first time, but I don’t want to do any damage to your shoulder?”

I shake my head. “It feels fine. In fact, the stretch feels nice, but I’ll tell you if it hurts at all. I promise.”

The warmth of her body at my back centres me, while the hot breath skittering across my shoulder blade teases me. “Good boy,” she says in a sultry tone that sends blood rushing to my cock.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, sinking deeper into the position and relaxing my muscles as much as possible. I lose myself to the sensation of the rope dragging across my skin, the pinch as she pulls it taut, and the calm that settles over me when she ties the first knot.

“I have a confession to make,” I whisper.

Aurora doesn’t falter in her slow and steady pace. The rope continues to wrap around my wrist as she says, “Go on.”

“I love it when you take control of me. I feel like I can’t let my guard down with anyone but you. Like I’m safe with you.” I don’t know why I’m saying this, but I feel like I need to.

“Mio Re, you will always be safe with me. You get a part of me that no one else does.” Her words are quiet but her tone is firm and makes my cock want to stand to attention, but it can’t. The seam of my jeans pinches where it holds my erection firmly against my thigh. “You’re mine and no one else's.”

She’s standing behind me now, and the next moment one of her hands snakes around my neck and tilts my chin up, before pulling me back into her chest, nestling the back of my head in her cleavage. She dips her head down and stares into my eyes and says, “Your will is mine to command. Your body’s mine to control. Your heart’s mine to protect.”

Her words resonate through me like they’re claiming every part of me. She has this gift, the ability to turn off the world for me and make it feel like we’re the only two people left in existence.

She is my haven.

Slowly, she runs her palms along my shoulders and repositions me so I’m kneeling upright. The initial knots binding my wrists are unyielding but not tight and allow me to hold my shoulders back comfortably. She picks up the rope again and I close my eyes, losing myself to her repetitive movements. It’s almost meditative. The gentle drag as she moves the rope up my arm and the swish as she ties each knot triggers a cascade of goosebumps along her path.

When she reaches my elbow, she threads the rope through, moving to my front, and starts building a pattern of simple diamonds that she mirrors on my back. I have no idea howlong it takes, but with each knot, I sink deeper into a feeling I can only describe as blissful.

I never could have imagined being restricted would make me feel so free.

When Aurora is happy with her creation, she stands before hooking a finger in the central knot that lies over my heart. Pulling me gently, she shuffles me forwards so that I’m kneeling at her feet as she leans to perch the curve of her ass against my desk.

She skates her fingers along the ropes, admiring her handiwork before cupping my cheek. “Look at me,mio re.” When our gazes lock, emotion swells within me and a smile bursts forth. “I need to check in with you. Give me a colour.”

I nod. “Green.”

“Good,” she says, and her hand slips down to the nape of my neck. She rubs her thumb over my pulse point before rotating her wrist and laying the full weight of her palm across my Adam's apple, gently squeezing.

“You, Enzo Moretti, are mine. Now and for always. No matter where you are, I want you to know that nothing and no one will ever change that.” I swallow against her grip and the feeling of ownership is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I want to exist in this moment forever, carry it with me always. Every horror I have experienced, every memory melts away and there is only this bond in its place.

“Can you tell me how you feel?”

“I don’t think I can express it in words,” I whisper.

“If it’s anything like how I feel when I’m bound, I think I can guess. I love seeing the expression of serenity on your face. It’s stunning on you. Does this help you,mio re?”

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