Page 111 of Destined for the Devil
Trust
Isla
Twoweeksafterthefiasco with Lena, my bruise was almost gone. The skin around the eye was still a tad yellow, but overall, it all healed. Roman cared for me as if I had heart surgery. He made sure I rested, drank plenty of water, ate healthy meals, and got enough fresh air.
He was always a true gentleman, but he could never fully hide his little chuckle when he caught sight of the bruise. We both laughed about it, especially in the morning when I smothered my face in concealer.
It was time for me to go back to New York, but Roman had to stay for a week to finish something at work. My schedule was packed and also all over the place. Miraculously, I had nothing happening for the two weeks I stayed with him. I was grateful for the time off, grateful to be in California, falling asleep each night in my futurehusband’sarms.
God, I couldn't believe it. It had been over two months since he proposed, but we’d discussed nothing, which was a blessing. I didn't want a big wedding, I didn't want a huge reception, and I didn't want any speeches or wishes. I just wanted to be married, and that was it. And I also wanted to go the fuck away for our honeymoon and maybe never return.
"Can't you stay? For just one more week, I can’t move this stupid meeting, but we can fly back together right after?" Roman sat leaning against the headboard and threaded his fingers through my hair while I lay naked beside him.
We woke up, had sex, showered, had breakfast, and were about to get dressed until I decided…not yet. I wanted to be just with him, in bed, just like this. Easy and untethered.
I didn’t want to leave him. For some reason I felt like I was going for all eternity and not for a week.
I scooted closer to him, his beautiful eyes putting a smile on my face, like always. My hand slid down his body, and I palmed his crotch over the sheets. "I want to stay with you forever…but Ihaveto finish this semester. After all the delays, I'm so close."
He nodded in understanding. Roman had been a cheerleader of me finishing my degree from the very beginning. He was always there, offering support and giving me all the space and time I needed to focus.
My eyes on his, I watched how he observed my hand, making slow movements over the sheets. His dick grew in size, hardening from my light actions. Just what I was going for.
"Fuck…your cock is so big, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling it harden in my hand. “I love it…in my mouth, in my pussy…in my hand."
Quickly, I straddled him, my hips grinding without me having to think about it and my lips attaching to his. Fuck me, I could never hold back with him.
"Mm…you're so fucking desperate this morning, Angel. Tell me what you want Daddy to do." Roman responded in his full position of power while his hands roamed my hips and asscheeks. I plunged into the skin of his neck with my teeth, leaving tiny bite marks.
My feelings for him weren’t just of love. It was lust, it was need, it was acravingthat I could never satisfy. "Don't make me beg, Daddy," I pleaded, hoping he would push me down onto my knees and make me do just that. "Just fuck me how I like it."
"You're always getting what you want,moya devochka.” His voice low and calm, he made a very fair observation—I did always get what I wanted. He alwaysgaveme what I wanted. “I think it's time Daddy takes what he wants," he whispered and pulled back, the authority in his eyes making me pause.
We were always on the same page; it was a divine gift. I giggled, tracing mindless patterns on his shoulders. "Really? You really think you can take what you want, Daddy?” I placed his hand on my hip, slowly guiding it to where I wanted it. “You should just admit that you’re only following my orders.”
Together, our fingers glided between my asscheeks and over the base of the anal plug that he didn’t know was inside me. I was fully prepared and fucking asking for this to happen.
His mouth parted in a silent gasp, and his blue eyes widened at my secrecy. “Angel.” He pressed on it, the sensation zinging through me immediately, my jaw dropping at how good this felt. “You should’ve let Daddy prepare you.” He chastised me, the playfulness in his tone shooting warmth down to my pussy.
My body responded on its own. There was just a thin sheet separating us; I could have ripped it off his body and sunk down on his big cock, greedily chasing my own high.
Just when I was about to, something clasped around my wrist, and I shot my eyes open to see my favorite wrist-to-ankle cuffs.
God, I loved this man.
“You’re such a filthy slut,” he drawled, the dark smile on his lips heightening my anticipation. “Begging to be fucked. To be tied down. To beused.” Roman’s words wrapped around me, no longer bringing up any shame or embarrassment like the first time we did any of…this.
This. What wasthis,really? This was our private, sinful, and dirty world. It was hot, passionate, unrestrained…and it blew my mind. Roman dominated me in bed, and I submitted, eagerly playing the role.
But out in the world, our dynamic was different. I loved that hewasDaddybetween the sheets and just my loving boyfriend—now fiancé—everywhere else.
Our dichotomy scratched a burning itch inside my brain. It completed a puzzle inside my soul. It caressed my body in ways that I’d never known it needed. AndGod,did my body need to belong to him. I was devoted to him, body and spirit, the same way he was to me.
Before we got down to it, my eyes only seeing his, ever so gently and lovingly, he whispered into my lips. "I love you. With all my heart."
“I love you. With all of me.” I promised, on the precipice of something great.
And then finally, he pushed me onto my back, swiftly binding the first wrist to my ankle. He did the same on the other side, working diligently, like a damn professional. We’d done thisquitea number of times, and I always marvelled at his precision and speed.
