Page 8 of Bound in Paradise
“Please…” she begged him, but his only answer was to nip at her sensitized flesh. The quick flash of pain was a double-edged sword. It cooled her lust on the one hand but had her bucking against the clit knot and stimulating that little bundle of nerves, unbearably, on the other.
His low chuckle told her Zack knew exactly the predicament she was in.
He took his sweet time and laved her other breast while Dani wiggled, and panted, and strained against her bonds; anything to prevent the spiral of arousal that would lead to her downfall.
Small whimpering sobs and nonsense words fell from her lips as her skin became clammy with the tell-tale bloom of lustful hunger.
“Please Master, please,” she implored. “I can’t stop it any longer.”
Still, he forced her closer to the edge, until desperation colored her voice. Finally, he took pity on her and drove into her dripping, clenching channel in a single, fluid thrust which almost forced her to topple over the precipice on which she balanced.
Dani screamed her frustration, letting out her pent-up feelings in the only other way she knew how.
Zack set up a frantic pace, using the rope suspension like a swing which allowed him to penetrate so deeply he bottomed out against her cervix with each and every powerful plunge. The momentum meant he forced the knotted rope to rub abrasively against her clit with every driving jolt and the painful pressure had her flying even higher until she was sobbing in earnest.
She couldn’t hold it any longer.
Her limbs were shaking with the effort of trying to hold back the impossible tide which was about to crash over her, and her thighs quivered.
Finally, finally, he gave her the words she was desperate to hear. “Come, Daniella. Come now!”
And those words had her shattering, the pieces of her soul flying apart before they coalesced into a shimmering light and became whole again.
Zack let out a guttural groan and threw back his head, the strong column of his throat straining as the tendons in his neck tensed and he chased his own climax.
Later, when she was freed and cleaned up, he fed her squares of chocolate and sips of water while she snuggled into him and stroked his chest. She wished they were both still naked, but that was something that never seemed to be a part of his aftercare. He always ensured they were fully dressed before he settled.
Dani felt sated and lulled, and maybe that’s why she spoke before she fully thought things through. Voicing something that had been on her mind for a while now.
“Zack,” Dani began tentatively. “Do you think perhaps we could just… go out for a drink together or something, sometime? I mean nothing full on, just maybe see each other in a location, a situation, outside the club. It’s just… we even discuss business here. It kind of feels awkward sometimes.”
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Zack sighed. He should have seen this coming. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dani,” he said as gently as he could.
She looked hurt and confused, and for a moment, Zack was tempted to reconsider.
“But… why not?” she whispered. “I thought things were good between us. That we had something more than just shared kink going for us. Like maybe there could be more…”
“I agree, Dani. I feel the same way, but… things are… difficult.”
She pulled out of his arms and frowned at him, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t like the sound of that. What does that even mean?” she asked, and he could hear the suspicion coloring her voice.
Damn it, this was not the way he wanted to have this conversation. He wasn’t ready. He hadn’t thought through the best way to tell her, so she’d fully understand; so he didn’t mess everything up.
But perhaps it was best to have everything out in the open. There was no way he could enter into a relationship without telling her.
He sighed and took a leap of faith.
“I’m married,” he told her, then winced. It sounded dreadful. Too blunt. He knew he should have waited to have this conversation until he was ready. Sometime when they weren’t both blissed out by sex and kink, and his brain was functioning on only half its blood flow because the rest had been expended by his cock.
“You’re married?” she repeated in a shocked whisper, the blood draining from her face and leaving her pale, despite her tanned complexion.
“But… but you’re getting divorced, right? You and your wife are finished, but the process isn’t yet complete… right?” She said it with a hint of desperation, like she was clutching at straws.
Zack grimaced, and Dani’s mouth fell open. “Not exactly,” he told her truthfully. “It’s complicated.”
“How complicated can it be, Zack?” She scooted away from him now, jumping off the couch and putting a distance between them that was more than just physical. “You’re either married, or you’re done with the relationship and terminating it. So just answer me honestly: Are you getting divorced any time soon? That’s all I need to know.”
