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Already standing at the side door, Mosca nodded at him as heapproached and opened the door to an extra back room the theater had. Standingin a group talking, the people stopped as they caught sight of Rahina.
The grip on his hand tightened as Rahina stopped and staredat her family. Both of her brothers, sisters, mother, and father had been inthe booth next to theirs that night, all watching the performance at hisinvitation. For a few moments, nobody said anything. It was Amin, Rahina'sfather who stepped forward first followed by his wife. Roman could feelRahina's tension at her mother's unreadable face, and he swore to himself ifDeeya Chopra fucked this up he would have them living out of a motel room atthe edge of the city by the end of the week.
Mrs. Chopra looked at her daughter directly, and both Rahinaand Roman could see the sparkling moisture in her eyes. “That was beautifulRahina,” she cried softly, opening her arms to her daughter.
Roman stood back and watched as Rahina hugged her mother andcrying sister. Maybe now he could get a full night’s sleep.
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"Oh, come on, why areyou giving me that look?" With her hands on her hips, Rahina sat dressedin her new black lingerie astride Roman's thighs.
With one hand alreadystrapped in one of his black cuffs he used on her, she had it secured to theheadboard behind him.
"I would rather forthis to be reversed," he grumbled bitterly.
She still had one hand togo, but so far, he wouldn't cooperate. Each time she tried to lift his arm, hepurposely and quite effortlessly kept it down.
"Oh, I know youwould," she laughed knowingly. "But you said we could," shereminded him.
That night at dinner whenshe proposed her want to tie him up, Roman had frozen mid bite of his food.Looking to her with a scowl, he flatly refused. It took the rest of dinner andthe remainder of the night to plead her case, basically just using the argumentthat he did it to her all the time, so it was only fair she would get to do itback. Finally, and very reluctantly on his part, he agreed.
A few moments of silencepassed between them as he considered her words.
"I take it back,"without hesitation, Roman reached for the strap on his left wrist.
"No Roman…come on,please…you can't back out now," she whined catching his arm having to hugit to her front to keep it from moving and even though she was pretty sure shewas only able to get him to stop because he allowed it. Refocusing herargument, she turned an accusing glare at him. "Every time I begged you tostop you just ignored me,"
Roman said nothing, hestared past her with deceivingly bored eyes as she still restrained his armagainst the valley of her breasts.
Trying a different tactic,Rahina released his arm and folded her own over her chest. "Is it that youdon't trust me?"
Slowly, his gunmetal graygaze slid back to hers. "If I did not trust you, my beautiful Rahina, wewould have not gotten this far."
This was all about control.Roman lived off the commanding feeling every day of his life. Giving it up evenmomentarily was foreign ground for the man.
Snuggling up against thecurve of his neck, she placed a kiss against the hot skin, inhaling his cleanmanly scent. "I'm always scared when you tie me up," she admitted. Adeep rumble vibrated his chest as he let out a groan, she could feel his freearm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "And though Iknow you will never hurt me," she continued. "I still get reallynervous when you do it." Rubbing against the underside of her thigh Rahinacould feel the unmistakable bulge hardening beneath her at her confession. Shenever admitted these things before, not aloud at least. Of course, he knew shefelt this way by her reactions and their continued escapades but saying it outloud felt different. It felt vulnerable but somehow honest and sexual."The things you do to me, I can hardly repeat them, but it always feels sogood."
Lifting her head from hisneck, Rahina felt warm all over at the spark of arousal in his eyes. Leaningin, she pressed her lips to his and felt triumphant at his immediate hungryresponse.
Pulling away from him, shelistened and watched as he muttered something in Russian, which she suspectedfrom past use of the word was his version of "fine." Happy ather small victory, she quickly fastened the black Velcro strap around his thickwrist and secured it to the headboard on the other side of his head. Now withboth arms up and fastened to the decoratively carved wooden headboard, she satback against his hard thighs and admired her handy work all the while stiflinga grin at his surly expression. A part of her wanted to pull out the blindfoldshe bought, but from the hard-edged look on his face, she knew that would bepushing it.
With her long black hairfalling to her waist and pooling around her thighs, Rahina pushed back some ofthe wavy tresses and reached for the front of her bra. Silently and hungrilyRoman watched her hands move over one cup of the bra and unsnap the frontportion. His mouth went dry as she pulled the flimsy lace piece away and let itfall somewhere to the floor. His balls tightened at the sight. The bra wasnothing new to him, he had seen these peek-a-boo bras plenty at his brothel,but here on Rahina, it was something entirely different. Delicate lace spiraledlike a triangle around her breasts framing them like works of art, with thefabric front removed she may as well be wearing nothing, but somehow the tinyscraps of framing triangle lace bordering her heavy breasts, accentuating herdark plum nipples—it was fucking maddening. Looking down, his mouth curled intoa hard sneer of regret for agreeing to this, if she was wearing the bra thenthat must mean those matching panties were of the same ilk. Was that why shefelt so hot against his leg, was the vertical seam opening against him now,pressing her exposed folds directly to his leg? Suddenly he felt like afucking caged animal.
Yanking hard on therestraints, the normally secure headboard lurched with a groan under theviolent pull of his flexed arms. Jumping in surprise, her heart thudded in herchest as she realized his impatience. Eyes lowering, she looked down at thebunched sheet around his waist catching sight of the curved ridge of hiserection pressing against the fabric, leaning forward and she placed anothersoft kiss at his lips. Bracing her arms against his solid chest, she smiledwickedly as she kept the kiss light and at her slow pace, sensing hisresponding anger as he attempted to deepen it. Powerful muscles jumpedrestlessly under her hands like molten steel trapped beneath soft leather. Hiswas angry and in need, and it made her want him all the more.
Lifting herself to herknees, Rahina moved back until she was further down his thighs nearly at hisknees. Grabbing the sheet with one hand, she slowly pulled it completely awayfrom him, exposing his erection. Rahina couldn't stop her eyes from widening inreaction. It didn't matter how many times she had seen it, his thick uncutlength stole her breath away. As if knowing what she intended to do, she bitthe smile forming on her lips as it twitched slightly.
"Rahina," sheignored his near growling whisper as she settled more comfortable between hisslightly spread legs and bent over to him, capturing the hot flesh in one hand.
Her sex warmed at his deepinaudible curse beneath his breath. Laying on her stomach, she hovered hermouth above the fat head, eyeing the bead of precum forming at the opening asshe pushed back some of her hair over one shoulder. The heat coming from hisskin was practically broiling hot as she slowly lowered her mouth over him,taking in the thick flesh of his cock.
"Fucking hell," hegroaned.
His hips jerked slightly,and the sounds of the cuffs being snapped tight against the headboard rang outover her head as she slowly bobbed up and down on the turgid member. She couldtell he was exerting nearly all of his control to hold his hips still and the thoughtonly made her wetter. Moving faster, knowing he needed more from her, shepushed the foreskin down in a gliding motion as she accepted him deeper intoher throat before gliding the slick foreskin back up as she sucked whilepulling him to the edge of her mouth. Roman's rumbling frustrated groans werebecoming more frequent, and she could tell he was enjoying the rhythm she set.
Too bad she was going todisappoint him, she thought evilly.
She had been planning this fordays now, ever since the amazing night of her opening performance, she couldn'tstop thinking of wanting to devour him. When he led her to her family, shenearly broke down in tears. He might never say the words that he loved her, butshe knew without a doubt he did. Tonight, she was going to show him, she wasgoing to show him just how crazy he made her.
