Page 40 of Winter
She shook her head and he grinned. “Let me show you.”
Gently, he wound the leather around her body, crisscrossing her breasts and her belly with the buttery soft strip. He bound her hands behind her and stood back to admire his work. Inca felt wildly turned on. She was helpless in front of him, but the way he was looking at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Tommaso stalked around her, not touching her until he stopped and knelt, pushing her legs apart as far as they would go. He gazed up at her as he pushed further and she moaned a little, her hips burning. Inca felt the pain and the pleasure as he smiled at her before dipping his head and burying his face in her belly, dipping his tongue into the deep hollow of her navel.
Tommaso teased her clit with his thumb as he began to slide two fingers into her cunt and Inca bucked against her restraints as he found her g-spot. His tongue stabbed at her navel as if fucking it. His teeth grazed the soft mound of her belly; his free hand gripped her thigh, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh. He drove her into a frenzy, unable to move properly, utterly at his mercy until she came, nearly screaming her ecstasy.
Tommaso stood, his cock diamond hard, and Inca, panting, told him she wanted to taste him. She took him into her mouth, trailing the tip of her tongue up the long shaft before lashing around the wide, sensitive crest of him. She heard Tommaso groan as she worked on him and she wanted to touch him, but couldn’t. As he neared climax and he made to draw away, she shook her head and instead swallowed him down as he came.
Tommaso freed one of her hands. “Touch yourself, my darling. I want to watch you …”
Inca slid her hand into her sex and began to rub, never taking her eyes from him. Tommaso fisted the root of his cock as he watched her. “I want to come on your skin.”
When he came, he spilled his seed onto her belly and Inca threw her head back and let out a shuddering moan as she reached climax. Tommaso freed her from the binds and pulled her down on top of him. “That was only the beginning, Inca,mio caro.”
He reached into the wooden casket, and drew out a paddle. Inca’s breath quickened as she saw it and she nodded, yelping as he brought it down on her buttocks. “You like?”
“God, yes.”Inca didn’t know who she was at that moment, but all she knew was that she wanted this man to do anything to her he wanted. She wriggled impatiently and Tommaso laughed.
“Bad girl.”
The paddle slammed into her skin and Inca could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Tommaso slid his hand into her damp pussy and stroked her as he flipped her onto her back. “Just a teaser tonight … when I get back from Paris, I’m going to punish you hard,mio caro,so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”
He drove his cock into her then, and they fucked with abandon for the rest of the night.
The first nightmarecame that night.
She was walking through the mansion, the rooms dark, lit only by the moonlight through the vast windows. Inca padded slowly, dressed only in Tommaso’s expensive white shirt, searching for something. She opened the front door to see a world painted white by snow. She walked out into the deep powder covering the garden, into a maze of lethal-looking icicles.
He was waiting for her in the center of the maze. He being … who? She couldn’t see his face; it was shrouded by a black hood. All she knew was … she loved him. He took her hand and led her to a mausoleum made of ice, laying her down on a long bed of ice. He raised his weapon above his head.
Inca smiled as the long shard of glass in his hand was driven into her again and again …
Inca woke shivering, cold, wet, and terrified. She was outside. How the hell was she outside? She was naked, curled up in the snow of the Winter mansion garden, utterly frozen.
“Inca!”
Raffaelo’s voice was shocked, astonished, and scared. She looked up to see him running toward her. She covered her breasts and her sex, humiliated, but Raffaelo tugged his shirt off and wrapped it around her, lifting her out of the snow and carrying her into the house to the kitchen where a fire still burned in the grate.
Inca felt completely out of it as Raffaelo disappeared. She saw the table next to the chair, along with an open book and a glass of scotch, and realized he had been awake all night. She blinked, hearing voices, then Tommaso and Raffaelo were back, Tommaso looking half-asleep but concerned. Raffaelo, carrying a heavy wool blanket, wrapped it around her, then moved to heat a kettle.
Tommaso knelt down in front of her. “Mio caro… what were you doing outside?”
She shook her head, feeling that if she opened her mouth, nothing would come out.
“I only saw her when I went to have a smoke.” Raffaelo’s voice was soft. “And only then because I thought I saw someone in the woods. I went to look and found her in the snow, completely curled up.
Inca had started to shiver now as the warmth of the fire got to her. She looked between the brothers. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I was dreaming. God, no, a nightmare … I must have sleepwalked.”
“Maybe we should call a doctor.” Tommaso, his green eyes full of worry stroked her face. He picked her up then and sat, cradling her in his arms. Inca leaned against his strong frame.
“What were you dreaming of?” Raffaelo’s voice sounded even more accented tonight, sexy, she thought, then pushed that thought away. She felt as if her brain were spinning; she could remember pain and love and ice and …
“Have you ever sleepwalked before?” Tommaso, this time, and she shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
His arms tightened around her and his lips pressed against her temple. ’Are you warming up?”
