His eyes never leave me as he works his tie free and then unbuttons his shirt. I revel in the view as he strips the shirt off, slowly revealing every hard dip and rise of his perfect abdomen and chest. His biceps bulge as he slides the tie between his hands and brings it toward me. I pull in a breath as he covers my eyes with the soft fabric and ties it snugly behind my head.
“Be a good girl and stay here,” he says. “Don’t wander off.”
“Yes, master,” I say teasingly.
I feel his body weight leave the bed. Moments pass, and my eagerness only builds, my insides getting hotter by the second. My slim skirt feels overly restrictive now, considering my top half is bare. Toeing off my shoes, I realize how gently my wrists are actually bound. I could easily slip out of this if I wanted to.
But I don’t want to. I want to know what’s coming next.
Dante finally returns, and I hear his footfalls cross the bedroom floor. He sets something down on the bedside table, and I hear the rustling of clothing as if he’s finishing undressing.
Finally, his weight presses into the mattress next to me.
“Do you know how fucking hot it was to think of you up here,” he says, his voice a low growl in my ear, “bare breasted and tied up, just waiting for me to make you scream?”
“I—”
Suddenly, something ice cold presses against my nipple, and I shriek.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
“Ice usually is,” Dante says, but before I can say anything else, his hot mouth closes over my nipple, warming it back up.
“Ahh, that’s good,” I gasp. “I forgive you.”
Dante swirls the cube around my taut flesh again. This time I’m ready, and I let out a quiet hiss. He teases me some more, alternating between cold ice and hot mouth, working me back and forth, again and again, until it’s impossible for me to lie still. The dual sensations muddle my mind and I start begging for more.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
He puts the ice in his mouth and sucks my nipples, tonguing me roughly as he does.
“Fuck. Fuck yes,” I pant, writhing in my bonds, back arching up from the bed.
Each new wave of pleasure seems brighter, sweeter. His hands move over my body, my nerves super sensitive, every touch amplified. I’ve never felt anything so frustrating, but so good.
Finally, Dante rips my skirt off, slides my underwear down, and spreads my legs. Then he pushes into me, thrusting fast and hard, still working his cold-hot mouth over my breasts. His cock fills me so completely that I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“You’re mine. Mine!”
“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes squeezed shut beneath the blindfold. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I’m so turned on already, I know it won’t be long before I explode.
“Mine,” he says, over and over again.
Dante rides me to the cusp and then pulls back, slowing his pace each time my moans get too close together. I push my hips up, seeking more. He spears into me deep and then holds still, fully sheathed, taking my chin in his hand.
“Come for me, Frankie. Come now.”
At his words, I do. I feel myself shattering, clenching helplessly around his cock, my orgasm like a dam bursting, shivering as the shockwaves roll through me.
“Again,” he says, starting to thrust again, hard and fast, fucking me relentlessly until I can’t stop myself from climaxing a second time.
I’m gasping as I ride out the pleasure, so sweet it’s almost painful, until I can’t tolerate much more. But it feels so good…so, so good.
“One more time,” Dante says.
“I can’t,” I admit, still breathless. “It’s too much. I just need a minute.”
