Page 56 of Curse

She swipes her tongue over her lip where I touched her and heaves in a breath as if she’s mustering up the courage to say the words. My cock hardens, pressing against my suit pants, as she opens her thighs slightly within the bounds of the restraints. My girl likes to be told what to do.

“Yes, Matti. I trust you,” she whispers.

Holy fuck.The sound of my name in her mouth, and all I want to do is push her dress up and shove inside of her. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Now brace yourself, kitten. I’m going to punish you for running away.”

Her eyes widen, and she shivers as I pull the blindfold back over her eyes.

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Siena

My vision is blacked out by the blindfold, but every cell of my body is awake.

I squirm against the restraints, my wrists tied to the back of the chair, fingertips brushing the seat. My ankles are bound too, holding my legs in place, but my knees are spread wide. I’m suddenly very aware that I’m wearing a very short dress, the hem riding up, exposing my bare thighs.

Matti must be aware of it, too. A featherlight touch trails up my thigh—soft, teasing, maddening.

It’s not his hand. What is it? My breath hitches as the sensation stops, then begins again, this time starting at my knee and slowly working its way upward.

“What is that?” I whisper. I don’t know why I’m whispering. Maybe it’s the heat radiating from him, or the heavy, humid air between us, thick enough to steal my voice. I feel like I’m melting.

“You said you trusted me, kitten.” His voice is gravelly and deep, steeped in control. In my mind’s eye, I imagine his stubbled jawline, his warm mouth, those lips. Blindfolded, Ihave no choice but to focus on the sound of him, the feel of him, the scent of his skin. I let my other senses take over and close my eyes beneath the fabric.

“I do trust you, Matti,” I murmur.

I do. I don’t know why I do. But I do. There’s just no way that the man who makes me feel this way can be the one who took away my sister, my best friend. The universe can’t be that unkind.

He exhales sharply, the air brushing against my cheek. Then he shifts, the warmth of his breath disappearing as he stands. My pulse stutters at the loss of contact, anticipation coiling tightly in my chest.

I can feel him behind me as that teasing touch travels higher, sliding across the hem of my dress, up over my torso, skimming my neckline. The silky sensation glides across my chest, up over my shoulder.

It’s his tie, I realize with a shiver, smooth and cool against my heated skin. He pulls the fabric tighter across my throat, the faint pressure stealing my breath.

Just when I start to panic, he leans down and kisses my neck, soft and reassuring. A rush of wetness soaks my panties, and I try to squeeze my thighs together, but the restraints hold me in place, amplifying my need.

Matti pulls the tie up under my chin, tilting my head back. I’m helpless to resist as his licks along my lips then trails kisses along my jaw, dragging the tip of his tongue lightly down the column of my neck.

When his mouth finds the curve where my shoulder begins, he sinks his teeth into my skin, gently at first, but with steady and growing pressure until I hear myself moan.

Matti soothes the spot with a kiss. “Do you like that, kitten?”

I take a deep breath in and nod.

“Use your voice, Siena.” His tone is firm, commanding. “When I ask you a question, you need to answer out loud.”

“I… I like the way you make the pain feel good,” I admit, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My cheeks flush hot. Did I really just say that? I don’t think I even knew this about myself. It’s definitely not anything that I’ve done with anyone else. Not even close.

“Good girl.” His growl sends a shiver down my spine. The tie tightens again, not enough to hurt, just enough to press against my throat.

His mouth is on my neck again, sucking and biting at my skin, and slowly the fabric begins to tighten around my throat again. My breathing isn’t restricted; it’s just pressure. But I start to panic, and I stiffen in my chair.

Matti notices immediately. “What’s wrong, kitten?” He snaps, his voice harsh.

“My neck, I don’t… “ The words stick in my throat. It’s one thing to tell him I like something, but I’m inexplicably nervous about telling him when I want him to stop.

His words echo in my head:I’m your monster.

“Am I hurting you?” Concern softens his voice, breaking through my hesitation.

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