Page 35 of The Don's Prisoner

Maybe it wasn’t.

If I went based on her reaction to my mouth on her, she certainly wasn’t faking wanting to be with me.

And there I went thinking again about how she tasted. Her moans. The way she writhed beneath me. My cock stiffened in my pants, and I was suddenly overcome by the thought that she was in my house.

My house.

My dick also reminded me that we had been about to get up to some pretty fun things before the Rex thing happened.

And then I was thinking about that prick again, and the heat of my anger rose. It was a potent combination—lust and anger.

I looked at Victoria and saw her watching me. She was still wearing the black dress that had a hem that came just slightly above the knee, so I could see only half of her long shapely legs that ended in strappy black heels. The peacock-colored wrap that went around her shoulders was blocking my view of her perfect tits, but I knew what they felt like in my hands, on my tongue. I knew how her neck felt between my teeth too and the memory of the sensation.

I stalked towards her and, for a moment, saw a hint of fear in her eyes, but when I reached out to her and cupped her cheek in my hand, she relaxed, closing her eyes and letting herself melt into my touch.

“We will handle everything tomorrow. Right now, we need to relax and then think about getting some sleep. But first, I really want to fuck you. The only problem is, I don’t think I’ll be able to be gentle with you tonight, darling. I’m too amped up for that, so if you aren't into rough sex, I think I better go hit the gym or something. You are more than welcome to stay here. In two weeks, half of it will be yours anyway.” I tried to lighten the mood and be more nonchalant than I felt, but it didn’t work. Especially when she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a little bit of fire of her own.

“How rough are you talking?” she asked me, and I swear my heart almost fell out of my chest and onto the floor. Was it possible she was into kinky sex? Was I that lucky? She had let me eat her out on the hood of her car, which was kinky, but there was a big difference between that and what I liked.

“Come with me,” I whispered to her and reached for her hand. She set her wine cooler down on the counter and followed me as I led her upstairs to my bedroom.

After I opened the door and turned on the light, I walked into the center of the room and watched her look around at the black walls. Her eyes went wide as she saw the row of floggers—short soft leather whips with lots of strands— lining the walls. Some had braided strips of leather, some had fur on them. I had a variety of them, so I didn’t have to settle.

On another wall, there were various metal objects like handcuffs—some fuzzy, some not. There were lengths of chain held up by a large hook. There were also two long bars with metal cuffs attached to them that could slide along the bar. Those were a particular favorite of mine.

Then, on the wall by the door, above my dresser, there were a number of different colored and different textured hanks of rope.

I had never brought a woman to my house, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have things at home that I would bring with me if I was feeling a certain way.

“This is…” she swallowed so hard I could see her throat move.

“We don’t have to use any of this, especially seeing as this is the first time we would be having sex. Only if you wanted to of course. I just… I feel it's better you know about it now and that I know what you are willing to do, willing to try.”

She walked over to the metal bars and touched one, testing out the clamp that opened the cuff.

“What is this?” she asked, and I moved so I could stand behind her. I stood closer than was probably polite, but I needed to touch her, even if it was just the lines of our bodies touching.

“It’s called a spreader bar,” I told her and reached forward so I could show her how the cuffs slid along the bar. “If your wrists were in the cuffs, I would be able to adjust exactly how far apart your arms were stretched. Or your legs.”

“Oh,” she whispered, and by the catch in her breath, it sounded as if she were turned on.

“Do you like the idea of being restrained?” I asked, moving to stand behind her, so I could put my hands on her waist and pull her hips into me. My cock hit her back above her ass, and she gave a small groan that let me know she felt it. Good, I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know how turned on I was by the mere thought of her in my spreader bar.

“A-a little,” she admitted in a small voice, and I trailed one hand up the side of her body until it came to rest on her throat. I wrapped my fingers around her neck slowly, giving her time to tell me “no,” then squeezed gently.

I lowered my mouth to her ear and nibbled the top of it before speaking.

“Do you like being choked?” I asked and released her neck enough so she could answer easily.

“Yes,” she whispered, breathing heavily.

I grinned and quickly grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so she could face me. She was still wearing her heels, so she wasn’t that much shorter than me, but she still had to look up. I pushed her against the wall in between the toys that hung there and let my mouth cover hers. I kissed her as deeply and as forcefully as I could, taking out my anger in the kiss. She kissed me back as best she could, fighting my tongue with hers, biting my lip with her teeth.

Wanting to change the angle, I bent down, picked her up by the back of her thighs, and hoisted her up the wall, moving forward so my body pinned her there. She wrapped her legs around me, letting her heels fall to the floor, and I moved to kissing her neck.

The wrap she was wearing was in the way, so I lifted it up and over her head, throwing it to the side in a forgotten heap. Underneath revealed a very low-cut bodice that cradled her breasts in the best of ways, presenting them to me with an abundance of cleavage. My cock throbbed and I looked her in the eyes.

“Fuck, Victoria, if I had known the dress looked this good under that wrap, I would have taken the damn thing off when I came to pick you up,” I said then I buried my face between her breasts.

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