Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
His strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and he pressed my hands together as though in prayer. Then he lashed more rope around my wrists, binding them firmly. Suddenly, he pulled the rope up and back, forcing my arms to lift and my elbows to bend. He secured my wrists to the harness he’d created between my shoulders, trapping me so that my back arched. My bound breasts were on lewd display, and the air was suddenly achingly cool on my peaked nipples.
A low moan slipped past the gag, and I squirmed. Dante’s low laugh ghosted over my skin, and he grabbed the back of the chest harness. Using it as leverage, he dragged me back into the center of the platform. My body weight fell into the ropes, and their rough embrace tightened. My lungs were further constricted, and I gasped for breath. Oxygen flooded me when he released his hold, and my head spun at the sudden rush.
As my mind reeled, Dante arranged my legs so that I was sitting cross-legged. He wound rope around my ankles and thighs, biding me in the position.
I tried to squirm again, testing the restraints. The rope hugged me as I twisted against it, and a sense of complete helplessness blanketed me. I shivered despite the heat that flashed beneath the surface of my skin.
Dante’s face materialized before me, his eyes intent on mine. He cupped my cheek, lifting my gaze as though he could stare straight through to my soul.
His full lips curved in a satisfied smile, and his eyes were soft in a way I’d never seen before, almost as though he was drunk.
“Are you ready to bow to your master?” he murmured, tracing the line of my cheekbone.
It took a few seconds for his question to penetrate the strange fog that sapped my mind. When it finally did register, all I managed was a soft sound of protest. Even if I hadn’t been gagged, I wasn’t sure if I could’ve put my feelings into words. Everything was becoming surreal, as though the ropes were all that tethered me to reality.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before knotting more rope through the front of the chest harness. It pulled tighter, stimulating my trapped breasts. A guttural moan left me on a long exhale as more air was pushed from my lungs. I began to float, high in a way I didn’t understand.
I no longer worried about my arousal. I didn’t even think about Luca.
Dante’s glittering green eyes filled my world, his powerful body towering over me as he stood to his full height. He held the opposite end of the rope he’d tied to the center of the chest harness. The length trailed on the leather between us, and he placed one foot on top of it.
I didn’t understand what was happening until he wrapped the rope around his fist and pulled. It slid beneath his foot, and as he tugged it upward, I was dragged down toward the platform.
“Bow,” he commanded, voice rich with his own pleasure.
I bent at my waist to alleviate the pressure on my chest, until my forehead pressed against the leather. My legs were trapped beneath me, and the bindings around me became a fierce embrace.
A garbled groan mingled with Dante’s delighted laugh. Someone snarled.
My clit pulsed madly, and something wet warmed my inner thighs. My nipples ached to be touched.
But I was completely at Dante’s mercy, unable to struggle or stimulate myself. I should be railing at him for debasing me, but my mind was too fuzzy to process my emotions.
The pressure on my chest released, but I didn’t pull myself upright. I couldn’t. An odd lethargy sapped my mind, and my limbs felt too heavy despite the way my body seemed to float.
The platform dipped when Dante knelt beside me, and his big hands braced my shoulders, guiding me upright. He held me with one strong arm around my back. I leaned into the support, and my breasts thrust out as my back bowed.
“You’re doing so well, pet.” The low praise rumbled over my skin like a caress, and I shivered.
Every inch of my skin tingled with the need to be touched. Nothing existed except for the feel on his hands on my body and his masculine scent mingling with the earthier smell of the rope. And the deeper musk of my own arousal.
I didn’t register that at some point, my eyes had drifted closed. I couldn’t see Luca.
I wasn’t thinking about Luca.
I wasn’t thinking about anything except for the man who held me and the desperate desire that coursed through me.
The supporting arm at my back remained firm, holding me in place while his free hand finally, mercifully, touched my breasts. A strangled shout left my chest at the lightest caress. The rope had made my flesh hypersensitive, and the sensation of his calloused fingertips trailing over my skin was so decadent that tears of relief stung my eyes.