Page 38 of His Captive
I watch the first one and as soon as the sting resonates, I squeal, forcing my eyes shut. “Two! I’m sorry!”
“No, no, that was the number one,” he declares. “The first was a warning. Now we’re starting over.”
I feel him shift as his hand moves and the sound echoes right before the sting blossoms.
“One,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”
Two, three, four. I struggle to keep count. Struggle to keep apologizing. Yet my body still reacts to it. The sting makes me wetter. The impact of his hand against my most sensitive spot makes my clit ache from more than just pain. I don’t hate this part either, but I’d never admit it. This is supposed to be punishment, so I have to take it like a good girl.
“Ten!” I belt out as the last smack lands. “I’m sorry!”
“Now hold still so I can finish,” he growls, pulling away.
I stare at the ceiling with my folds stinging and my clit throbbing while Massimo ties my ankles to the posts. I don’t even groan my displeasure, even though being tied up has never been a fantasy. At least the next part should be pleasurable, as long as he doesn’t pull out any more surprises.
“Where to taste you first,” Massimo muses, moving on the bed and tracing his way up my body. “I think I’ll start with your pulse.”
Massimo leans forward and his lips caress my neck. They’re like molten lava against my skin. I shudder and writhe, tugging at my restraints, but I’m not going anywhere. I can feel my heart beating so hard it thumps against his lips. Then I get his tongue, making quick circles as his lips move. All along my neck. Down to my shoulder. Across my throat, and up the other side of my neck until I can feel his breath on my ear.
“I want to taste everything,bambina,” he says. “Even your secrets.”
“I-I don’t have any secrets,” I mutter, goosebumps covering my skin as I react to him.
“No?” he questions. “You haven’t even told me your full name. I bet Lea is short for something, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “It’s short for Eleanor.”
“Eleanor, huh?” he says, pressing his lips to my neck and kissing his way back up to my ear. “You don’t hear that name much these days.”
“I was named after my grandmother,” I whisper. “Back when my mom thought my dad would still come around to—the idea of me.”
“I like it,Eleanor,” he whispers. “But I bet you have a last name, too, don’t you?”
“Fuller,” I answer.
“Eleanor Fuller,” he repeats, nibbling my earlobe. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
I’ve never been called beautiful before—neverfeltbeautiful. I’m not sure what I feel right now. Arousal mixed with teases of pleasure. His lips against my skin, and moving lower. His tongue, tracing the spots his lips press down, so he can taste me. It’s hard to get my thoughts together with his lips and tongue distracting me from everything else.
“I only got permission to taste you,bambina,” he says, kissing the top of my right breast. “Can I touch you?”
I’m tied to the bed. It’s not like I can stop him. But I can have a little fun with this, since he’s asking.
“That wasn’t the deal we made,” I whisper, my back arching when he drags his tongue down to my nipple and circles it, which causes it to harden into a nub.
“Smart girl,” he chuckles. “Which means we have to make another one, don’t we? So I can touch all of the places I’m going to taste.”
“Maybe,” I whimper, pleasure shooting through me as he continues to tease my nipple. “But only if it’s a good deal.”
“What do you want?” he asks, his lips moving to my other nipple.
“I’ll let you touch me, but you have to… let me make one request after you’re done,” I groan, a shudder shooting through me when I feel his tongue.
“After I’m done tasting you?” he rasps, my nipple still against his lips.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
“Deal,” he growls, leaning back and running his hands up my stomach until he’s holding both of my breasts. “One request, and I’ll honor it, unless you ask for something you know is impossible.”
