Page 65 of UnWholly Angels
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Riley
My hand skimmed across the wall, flipping the switch, and the room illuminated in a soft glow. Maya's shocked expression forced a chuckle to escape my lips. Bet she didn't even know any of this existed when she used the space to cut the circulation from someone's dick. This space had only been used half the way it was supposed to be, and after a moment, I peered down at her. “Pretty impressive, huh? Used for more than killing people.”
Various tables and devices laid on the expanse of the concrete floor, while the walls were adorned with different toys, floggers, and restraints. Every sub gets their own section, their own toys that are meticulously discussed before use and to be used on them only. Maya’s eyebrows furrowed at the sections labeled for Nick and Chloe, unlit and untouched for a while.
She turned to me slowly with a raised brow. “Really, those two?” A deep laugh belted from within my chest at her surprise, and she giggled along with me. “Nick, maybe, but Chloe is so—”
“Dominant,” I interrupted. “Yeah, she’s an amazing switch. Maybe one day I’ll get to see you two in action.” My dick twitched at the thought of watching Maya deep inside Chloe with one of the strap-ons while Nick takes his wife’s mouth. My lip found its way between my teeth, biting down at the thought while I palmed myself through my sweats.
She had no idea how close I was, stalking behind her like a predator, ready to pounce at any given moment. It didn't matter what way, but I needed her now. The fresh goosebumps were rough under my touch as I ran my finger along the side of her neck in a slow, deliberate touch.
Dipping my head and running my tongue across the salty, delicate skin of her neck, I whispered, “One word.” Her body shuddered under my touch each time my lips cascaded over her.
“Riley,” she gasped. Maya arched her back into my chest, opening up to me, and I took the chance to see how far she would let me take this. I might be the dominant one, but she already had me wrapped around her finger. She had the control within this dynamic, and she had no idea yet, the power she had over me.
“One word that comes to mind when you think of submission,” I whispered, waiting patiently for her answer. She was hesitant, and I wanted the information she was withholding. Even if it took all night, I would get it, using the most sensitive areas of her body to pull the truth.
Finally, she answered, and I tightened my jaw, not expecting what she had to say. “Fear, punishment, and pain without reward,” she blurted out, speaking so fast it hardly came out like a coherent sentence. My body quivered in anger, and I could feel the heat rise between us at her admission. In no way should itever feel like that, and now I had a new mission. She would learn how enjoyable pain could be when coupled with pleasure, and I would teach her everything. Today was about her though, giving her as many toe-curling orgasms as she wanted, and I wouldn’t stop until she used her safeword, just as she requested.
My hand slithered around Maya’s neck, and her head tipped back, allowing my large hand to firmly take hold, gently squeezing at the sides. “Wrong, Maya. This lifestyle is about willingness to learn, trust, and, most importantly, consent. You have the right to pull consent at any time.” The shell of her ear looked delicious, and I moved my tongue over it, teasing the outer edges as I continued to speak. “If you ever fear me, then we have a larger problem that needs to be addressed. All punishments are agreed upon and warranted, and reward will always be within reach. Can I show you this world and how living in it can be enjoyable?”
“Show me,” she responded seductively, and a prideful, no…proud emotion swelled deep within my body as I gave her the first of many orders. “Center of the room, Maya. Undress for me.”
As she neared the center of the room, her head turned slowly, peering at me from over her shoulder. She threw a seductive glance with those eyes of hers and I about lost it. Once I sank inside that sweet body of hers, I didn't think I'd ever want to leave. When she reached the middle of the room, she faced me and her slender fingers went to the buttons of her silk pajama top. It fell down her shoulders into a heap on the floor, and I quickly moved to the different colored ropes hanging off the wall. “Don’t be shy. Let me see all of you.”
With my teeth, I pulled the cap of the permanent marker off and I wrote her name into a new section on the wall where everything Maya would stay. With a shuddered breath, shemuttered, “You know what I like,” hooking her fingers in the matching shorts and sliding them down.
Brat.
There she stood, at attention, before me completely naked and for the taking, doe-eyed and submissive, all for me. Grabbing the rope, I made sure it was enough to complete what I wanted to do. It was a difficult knot, but I needed her to trust that I had her best interest. Plus, it would allow me to know what she could take and how tight it should or shouldn’t be. Besides, her tattoo wasn’t completely healed, and I would have to take care with that area, too.
The rope dropped to the floor as I towered over her, raking my eyes over the soft, supple flesh I was going to own after tonight, in every way. Maya was my catalyst, and protecting her, loving her, with everything I had would be my undoing. “On your knees, legs spread and eyes on me.”
Her nervousness showed in the form of a slight finger twitch as she lowered before me.Absolutely stunning.Everything had led to this moment right here, Maya in front of me, letting me feel her body against mine. I wanted to be cold, unforgiving of her lies at first. So angry that she didn't find me sooner, so I could save her. The truth was, she didn’t need me, she wanted me, and needing protection was a ruse no matter how she worded it. I fully believed she was scared, and although I would never admit it to anyone else, I was terrified too. Rocco could take her from me, and I had no doubt he would make sure I would never see her again. I just couldn’t take the risk.
Gripping the rope firmly in my hand, I found myself at a loss for words, inside my head again, which was dangerous at this moment.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”
I trained my focused eyes on hers, taking a moment to breathe before I knelt to her level. Maya’s chest rose and fell as I used two fingers to tilt her head up. “I’m going to tie you up and suspend you. It’s cocoon-like, and once I suspend you, Maya, you have to be honest and tell me if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable, okay? What I’m looking for is position and sensitivity. Understood?”
A small smile formed, her eagerness taking control. At the trusting look in her eyes, my dick twitched, needing painfully to be buried in her warmth. She knew the effect she was having on me, so I got to work calmly. I took her wrists, pinning them behind her back and making sure the pressure was just right as the ropes coiled around each wrist. Every knot flowed, finished in just the way it needed to as I created the intricate harness.
While binding her, I cinched them tight enough to assert dominance, but loose enough so she wouldn't be uncomfortable. She would be safe enough to suspend from the metal ring in the ceiling without injury. The same metal ring she used to torture someone weeks ago. The first phase was done, and she already looked beautiful.
“Do you feel okay?” I asked cautiously. She attempted to wiggle out, and once her breaths slowed, she nodded.
“Yes, Sir.”
I laughed, feeding the rope through a small opening in her bound elbows and wrapping it around her knee, instructing her to hold still and guiding her arms against her thighs. I continued to work meticulously, adding more rope over her chest, around her shoulders, and moving to her back to connect everything. She was shaping perfectly, looking like the masterpiece that I envisioned.
Her lips parted on a small moan as I kissed her shoulder blade, her neck, and her cheek. “I’m flattered,” I whispered. “Down here, though, I am King.”
She snorted, and I raised a brow in warning, loving the way she was enjoying such a small process. “Yes, King.”
With a yank, I pulled at each knot, waiting for any sort of cue from Maya or looseness in the restraints that would cause her to fall.Perfect. She shifted helplessly, a small whimper coming from her as she succumbed to what was happening. I rose from my place on the floor and pulled the ropes that were secured at her lower and upper back and fed them through the metal ring, lifting her body with ease. Maya’s head shot up, meeting my predatory gaze, realization clouding her features.
