Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
I needed him back! What was he doing? Curiosity plagued me—
Rip.
I tensed. That sounded like cloth being torn.
Rip . . . Rip . . . Rip . . .
What—the—hell? I thought I heard him running water as well.
When the sound of his footfalls approached, it was everything I could do not to peek.
“Did you do as I told you?”
“Yes.” My voice quavered on the word.
“Good girl.” He brushed his knuckles over my jawline. Of all the parts of me offered up to him, he caressed my face.
“Um, what were you doing?” I could imagine his eyes following the movements of his fingers.
“Preparing. I want your arms over your head.”
Hesitantly, I stretched them back; he seized my wrists together.
I trembled when he tied cloth around them.
CHAPTER 19
“Sevastyan, I don’t know.” He’d described me being helpless. He’d told me he’d want to do filthy things to me.
Was I about to step off that trestle yet again? To plunge into this encounter?
“You can stop me at any time, Natalie.”
You can’t stop a free fall, you can’t stop—
“But if you obey me, I promise I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.”
Though I didn’t see how that could be possible, so far Sevastyan had kept all his promises. Which meant he intended to make me orgasm harder than on the plane, and in the closet?
I now had every incentive in the world to obey him.
While I shook with anticipation, he tied my wrists tightly together, then affixed them to one leg of the bench.
I sensed him moving again. When he reached across me, the plump head of his cock glided over my skin, tripping my stomach muscles. He was undressed? How badly I wanted to see him completely naked! Yet I squeezed my eyes shut, resisting the urge to open them.
He cupped me behind my knees, bending my legs until my feet were flat on the bench. “Let your knees fall wide.”
When I did, I could feel mist dancing over my swollen pussy.
He sucked in a breath, and I knew he was staring at me there. I was tempted to close my legs, but he rasped, “Ya sptryu na to shto prenodlezhit mne.” I’m looking at what’s mine.
At this moment, all of me was his.
Was he going to tie up my legs? I now wanted him to. And then I wanted him to do filthy things to me.
I expected the feel of cloth around my ankles—instead, he knotted a strip around one knee. I couldn’t tell what he was doing. Stretching the strip back past the head of the bench?
Once he’d fastened my other knee, I realized that both of my legs were suspended wide and spread, tied with one long band of cloth. If I pulled on my right knee, my left one would be forced higher and impossibly wider. Like a balance scale.
How to tell him to stop? That this was too much?
“Look at you. Red curls and plump pink lips—against those white thighs. Beautiful.” My pussy quivered under his gaze, and he inhaled sharply. “Do you know how much I’ve craved to see this? My lovely Natalya bound for my use.” His voice dropped an octave lower. “The things I will do to you.”
My resistance perished with a whimper.
“Open your eyes.”
“Okay.” They went wide at the sight of him totally unclothed.
The fire bathed his body with light, flickering over the rises and falls of muscle. Droplets meandered down his torso, trailing over sinews. My mouth went slack, my lips needing to graze every inch of his glistening skin.
His muscular shoulders and pecs tapered down to unyielding stomach ridges. Between his narrow hips, his cock jutted hungrily. I gasped to see the taut head and slit covered with beads of pre-cum, the distended length pulsing.
The sight of it wrought an answering throb within me. “Oh, God, oh, God.” I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted that cock buried to the hilt inside me. But I couldn’t have it.
I desperately needed to squeeze my thighs together or rub my clit to ease this ache. When I pulled against my bonds, I realized why he’d tied my legs like this. He wanted me to be able to move slightly so he could watch me struggle against my bindings, which clearly aroused him even more. His lips parted, his eyes seeming to glow with fervor.
Once I could tear my gaze from his, I noted the other tattoos on his body. On each of his knees was a mighty star to match the ones on his chest. I knew what those symbolized: he would kneel before no man.
Staring at Sevastyan’s body was like staring at the sun.
“I want you to see the need I’ll be battling.” He fisted his cock, swiping his thumb over the head, glossing it with moisture. “Want you to see how badly I crave you.”
With his other hand, he held up his last strip of cloth. Even my lust-stupid brain knew what he wanted to do with it. Sure enough, he cupped the back of my head, lifting it so he could tie the cloth over my eyes. “And then, I want you to see nothing.”
“Wait!” To be fettered like this and sightless?
He finished tying the knot. “The better for you to feel. Trust me to take care of you. Tell me that you will.”
I hesitated, then said, “I will.”
“Good. Now, arch your back and keep it so.”
Once I did, I heard a slosh of water. Then the ladle hitting the edge of the bucket?
Water streamed onto my chest. It was just shy of too-hot as my breasts channeled it straight down to my pussy.
I could feel the stream rushing over my clit. Could feel that sultry trickle directly over my opening. An intimate, liquid caress. I moaned, holding my arched position with difficulty.
Another stream danced over my throat. Like a collar.
I started to perspire. So hot—
“Ahh!” Freezing water licked across my breasts. He’d gone from steaming to ice cold. I struggled to keep my back bowed as he doused another cold line from one of my nipples to the other.