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“Fuck, Rachel. You don’t know what it does to me to hear that smart mouth of yours begging. You drive me fucking wild. Every moment I’m awake, I’m thinking of you. Every second I’m away from you, I physically ache to be inside you. Every dream, every nightmare, every hope… it’s all fucking you, Rachel. Always you.”

I cried out as my orgasm hit, my mouth falling open on a silent scream. Dante knew better than to pick up the speed. He stayed exactly as he was, keeping the rhythm my body wascraving until my pussy relaxed around him. Only then did he allow himself what he needed, thrusting into me at a much faster pace until he, too, found his release.

With a groan of my name, he buried his cock inside me one last time, his cum spilling out into my pussy.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

I couldn’t speak. Even as the belt came off my neck, I couldn’t speak. My hands were released from the chains and the blindfold removed from my neck, and I was still silent.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, looking at me with concern.

And I, pathetically, burst into tears.

Dante chuckled softly, scooping me into his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bath and wrapped a towel around my shaking body as he turned the taps on, testing the temperature with his fingers.

I watched as he filled the bath with my favourite scents before he picked me up again, only this time he wrapped my legs around his waist instead of cradling me and climbed into the bath with me.

It was much too small for the both of us, but he managed it, positioning it so I was laid between his legs, my back against his chest.

He grabbed a sponge and gently ran it over my body, soothing any pains from the knife and the belt, and then used a cup to soak my hair. He lathered shampoo between his hands and gently folded it through the lengths of my hair. Without saying a word, he rinsed it out, and then did the same with the conditioner, leaving it to soak a minute as he pulled me against his chest and laid down with me slightly.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his fingers stroking up and down my arm.

I nodded.

“Are you sure? Because I need to hear you talk, Rachel.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him.

“Was it too much?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It was perfect. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” he said softly. “I asked a lot of you. I tied you up, something we haven’t done often. I brought a knife in without you knowing in advance, and then Ipushed you too far with breath play. On top of all that, I brought up bad memories. It’s no wonder you were overwhelmed.”

He scooped water into the cup and rinsed the conditioner from my hair whilst I was still laid against his chest.

“Next time, we’ll take it one step at a time.”

“Next time?” I grinned to myself, feeling much better now that the panic and overwhelming emotions had subsided.

“Oh, there’s definitely a next time,” he promised. “We’ve not even touched the surface of all the things I want to explorewith you.”

Chapter 39

Rachel

The next morning, we were both up bright and early, ready to go collect Bee from the hospital.

I spent the entire morning cleaning the house from top to bottom to make sure everything was free of dust, thinking that she was immediately going to catch an infection once she stepped foot in the house that hadn’t been used for so long.

Dante spent the entire time laughing at my actions, causing me to take far longer than I usually would, since he kept picking me up and moving to a different section of the house, or finding ways to be irritating. He threw teddies in my direction; he rumpled the sofa cushions, and he dragged his feet on the floor, causing his boots to make a god-awful squeaking noise.

I kicked him out of the house when he decided to “accidentally” spill a cup of water in the kitchen, and he went grumbling to Vienna’s, telling me to come get him when I was ready to leave, and that I was no fun anymore.

The entire ride to the hospital, I stayed silent, refusing to acknowledge him on his stupid bike as he drove next to the car.

“Are you done sulking?” He laughed, pulling off his helmet as we pulled into the car park.

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