Page 57 of Destined for the Devil
Roman paused for a moment but then clarified, as if my wish was unfathomable to him. "You want your first tattoo to be my name?"
"No. My one andonlytattoo,” I corrected him. “Where do you want it?"
"Isla, a tattoo is a big decision." The gravity of his words was meant to dissuade me.
"Itisa big decision. So pick a spot." All of me burned with anticipation as his eyes raked down my body, slow and intense. The heat between my legs pulsed harder just from the thought of his hands on me. One more beat of silence, and then—
"Your inner thigh,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “So every time I lick your pussy, I can see it." My eyes fluttered shut just as he pulled me in. "Or on your upper back,” he continued, his lips brushing my ear. “So I can see it when you surrender to me." His breath hitched, mirroring mine.
I ran my hand down his body, gripping him right between his legs. Yes, he was just as needy as me. His dick twitched against my hand, blood pumping harder with every passing second.
Roman’s lips crushed into mine, finally relieving me of the need to think. Fucking Roman always tasted like darkness, sin—the forbidden fruit. Just like his hot tongue, my pussy was wet, and I remembered what he looked like when he ate me out. Like an ice cream, he’d trail his tongue on me, his blue eyes locked on mine.
But all my thoughts were interrupted when my whole body made rough contact with the wall and he pressed into me, pinning me against it. Fuck yes, I loved feeling trapped, just his, with no place to go.
"You know..." he muttered between sucking my skin into his mouth. "I should fucking punish you. For all the things that you said…and did tonight.” His deep voice shook my insides.
"Yes, Daddy," I pleaded desperately. "Show me who I belong to." Code for fuck me now and fuck mehard.My previous sex life—the only point of reference I had—was passionate and filled with love, but with Roman, everything was on another level. With Roman, I wanted it hard, fast, rough, and borderline dangerous.
I wanted to be spanked, forced, called names, have him pull my hair and...maybe some bondage too? Fuck, heat rushed to my cheeks just from the thoughts. But many people were into all kinds of stuff, right? Maybe this was alright. And with him…it would be perfect. I knew that he would deliver on my every wish.
While I wrestled with my own desires, I was suddenly lifted in the air, and my body promptly swung over his shoulder. I hung there like a ragdoll, giggling and elated.
Only a few steps later, I landed on the bed I used to call mine, the bounce skittering through my spine. I lay still, pinned by his glare. Roman took deep breaths in and out—controlled, stable, a stark contrast to the nerves pulsing through me. His fingers found his belt, and he slowly unbuckled it, like it was a warning.
A premonition of what would hopefully happen tonight.
The leather slid through the loops, and he placed it at the foot of the bed, as if he were saving it for later. I let my eyes linger on it, all my thoughts and desires intensifying inside me.
He flicked on the little lamp, illuminating the room bathed in dusk. Never breaking eye contact, he began to undress while I tried to control the excited tremble in my thighs. Fuckyes.He always knew what I wanted.
Button by button, his body was revealed to me until he slid the shirt off his shoulders in one swift motion. Roman was built like a warrior.Dominant, powerful, masculine,strong.With him, I could be all sorts of weak.
His abs showed but just enough to tempt, never over the top. He had wide shoulders, and every inch of his skin was adorned with black ink and meaning, the designs bleeding onto his neck and fingers. He looked like a fucking beast.
"Get naked,” he ordered, his voice filled with authority, and something inside me sparked at his tone. No. I wanted to disobey. I wanted to push the envelope.
Ignoring his instructions, I kicked off my sandals and crawled to the edge of the bed. Taking my time, I sat down on my knees, my eyes wide and focused on his.
My little mush of a heart struggled inside me just at the size difference. Roman was massive when he stood so close to me, and I looked like a dainty princess. The contrast alone could get me off, and…I wanted him to use that belt.
My fingers traced up his thighs before I unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pulling them down until he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs. His cock strained against the fabric, reminding me how fucking big he was. I closed my eyes and leaned in, dragging my tongue over the material, nipping softly at the band. He didn’t stop me, letting me have my moment of control.
Higher, I licked up his abdomen and stomach, up his chest, and then I got on my feet, dragging my tongue to his neck, where I finally whispered, "Will you tie me up, Daddy?” My arms snaked around his neck, so eager for connection. “Spank me? Pull my hair? Give it to me even if it's…too much? Even if I ask for it to stop? Even if I...even if I cry?" I pulled back and bit my lip, trying to rein it in.
Roman was in trance. His mouth slightly open, his eyes half-lidded, he took short, labored breaths in, thinking over my words.
"What's your safe word?" His whisper was kind; his touch on my waist soft and loving.
I blinked. I hadn’t even considered it. All this was uncharted territory for me. I’d only read an article here and there about it in the past or briefly chatted with a girlfriend. “I don't know...I never thought about it,” I admitted quietly.
His blue eyes searched mine, filled with care. "Have you ever done anything like this before?” I shook my head, the heat now seeping down my neck. In that moment, our age gap was more evident than ever.
“I’ll give you everything you want,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my cheek. “And we should have a more in-depth discussion about all this, but for today, I just need a safe word. Say it if you ever feel it’s too much. Or if you don’t want or like something. And I’ll stop right away.”
Oh God, his care and attention strengthened my desire. His arms wrapped around me in a warm hug, and he pulled me in, his bare skin feeling like silk against mine. He waited patiently, not rushing, not interrupting.
“Butterflies?” I finally asked.
