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Every stroke leaves my skin tingling, and my anxiety eases, even if we are in the dark. I know this is some game and he’s drawing out things to keep me guessing, but I don’t want to guess anymore. I surrender myself completely to him.
“Now, put your hands behind your back, arms together.”
My hands tremble as I follow his command. I stand still, waiting to feel something to tie them together. He wraps something smooth and fibrous around my wrists.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding. Then another length of rope passes around my ankles.
“Diego! What’s happening?”
As his fingers move to my head, and then he puts maybe a ribbon or something to stop me from seeing too.
“I am not going to hurt you. It’s okay. Don’t tense up, or you won’t enjoy it.”
It’s as if he’s so used to doing this, because he laughs. “This is a game. You have to be in it to have fun. If you think it’s dangerous, then you won’t enjoy it.”
I nod, but then at the same time, I try to wiggle free and nearly fall over in the process. He has me all tied up and wants me to be calm. There’s no way out. This is what I asked for, and he did warn me and say be careful what you wish for, but I didn’t know he was going to tie me up.
My safe word is nearly on the tip of my tongue, but my curiosity stops me.
“Ever since you said that you wanted to try this, I haven’t been able to get it off my mind.”
I should be honored, even if, deep down, I’m scared. I need to get rid of the fear the same way I did when I went on my first flight. It was to New York. I had no confidence back then, but I ignored Belén warning me that my level of English wasn’t up to scratch to travel, let alone work for Diego, and I did it.
“I want you to be mine,” Diego says.
“What?”
I don’t understand the question. I’m all tied up in the suite in Tokyo. I have no means to get home, and the worst part is that I asked for it.I said to him to do whatever he wants. I’m not sure if that was a good idea, because there needs to be some restrictions. We’ve been together for all this time, but I don’t even know what it all means.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I’m yours.”
“Louder! As if you really mean it.”
Where’s the softly spoken Diego who tied me up seconds ago?
“I’m yours!”
“Good. And you won’t regret it.”
His powerful arms wrap around my waist, and he scoops me in his arms as he carries me from the living room to his room. This will be the first time we’ve been to his room. We’ve had sex in the living room, my bathroom, and my bedroom, but never his room.
“You’re a sex kitten, being all tied up like this. Helpless and at my mercy.”
As if I need a reminder.
The mattress shifts under his weight as he straddles me. And then he places his lips on mine. The kiss is strong and urgent, and my body turns liquid beneath him. His tongue slips into my mouth, exploring, teasing, exciting, while his hands find their way to my chest. He squeezes my breasts gently, then wraps his lips slowly around one nipple. It’s as if time stops and waits for him, as my arousal has me nearly coming before he’s even really begun. It’s almost as if being helpless has set my arousal into overtime. I try to hold back, because I’m so embarrassed about how turned on I am at the moment.
He flicks his tongue over the hard peak before circling the areola lazily. I arch beneath him, stretching against him, powerless to the pleasure coursing through me.
He works his way down too slowly, stroking and kissing every part of me and claiming his territory. My body is lighting up as he leaves me a trembling, panting mess.
I put on my panties again when I went to the bathroom in the restaurant when I took the butt plug out. By the time he gets to them, it’s so fucking obvious that I’m past turned on, because they’re soaking wet.
“You smell so fucking sweet,” he says as his lips caress my thighs.
He starts to climb off of me, then slides his hands under my body and turns me over.
