She tiptoed toward him. The floor was some kind of woven fiber, and all along the walls were Japanese tapestries. Was Yamamoto trying to create a bit of home here? The man was mysterious and she didn’t have a clue what to think of him, except that there was a sadness to him. Yamamoto had more than secrets, he had ghosts haunting him.
Matías knelt, unzipping the suitcase and propping it open in such a way the lid hid the contents from view. She stopped just on the other side and peered over, except he closed it.
“No peeking.”
She hugged her arms around her and took a step back. The heightened anticipation made everything sharper. The silk slip was cool against her skin. She could hear the click of the air conditioner, the wind as it moaned past the building and a hundred other noises, not to mention the smells. There was some sort of earthy scent, along with a familiar one—leather.
“Stand there, in the middle.” He pointed to an imaginary spot at the center of the wooden arch.
She did as he asked, wiggling her toes together as she waited.
Matías shifted the bag so there was no way she could see what he had in there. He stood and crossed the space to stand directly in front of her, the dark landscape spread out behind him. He’d been quieter than normal since their earlier exchange. They’d said a lot of things, and not said just as much. The question was—where did they go from here? Would he really come back to her once this was over? And could tomorrow be the end of it all? What happened then?
He grasped the hem of her slip and pulled it up. She lifted her arms, allowing him to whisk the fabric off her. He stepped back and let it drop to the ground while his gaze traversed her body, from head to toe. When he looked at her like that—she felt beautiful. As if there wasn’t a single thing about her with which anyone could find fault. Her breasts were the right size, her waist and thighs—perfect. It was wonderful. Empowering.
Matías closed the distance and reached for the straps on her bra. He drew them down until they hung against her arms. She stared at his face, but he shared no secrets with her. He reached around her, unhooked her bra, pulled it away, and stepped back to once more admire her body.
The instinct to cover herself was fading. Instead, she stood there, relishing the way he made her body react without so much as a word. Goose bumps broke out over her legs and arms. Her stomach did funny, flip-flopping things. Warmth radiated through her chest, save her nipples. The cool air was making them tight. And she couldn’t help but smile at him.
Once more, he stepped in close, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and dropped to his knee, taking the bit of fabric with him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. Her heart beat a little faster. This was happening.
She was over wondering how she could fall for a man after such a short time. What was the point? There was no denying how the air around them sizzled when they were together. It was…wonderful.
She’d already fallen.
And he’d caught her.
He placed his hands against her thighs, just above her knees and slid them up, over her hips and stomach to her breasts. He rubbed his palms up and down, kissing her stomach. She clenched her hands into fists and focused on breathing, not to mention, keeping her knees from locking. It was hard enough to remain standing and not sink to the floor in a puddle of goo when he touched her.
“Do you want me?” Matías asked.
A lump formed in her throat. He knew she did, and yet—she wanted more than just his body. She wanted him, but that wasn’t what he meant.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you wet for me?”
Heat crawled up her neck. Would she ever get used to such straightforward questions? Probably. She liked not having to guess.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to see for myself.” He tapped her knees. “Spread ‘em.”
She widened her stance and stared out of the windows at the night beyond.
Matías kissed one hip then the other while his hands coasted up her inner thighs, his knuckles grazing her skin. She sucked in a deep breath and placed her hands on his shoulders. He spread her labia with one hand, and teased her core with his fingers. A moan escaped her lips, and try as she might to stay still, her hips moved against him.
“You are wet,” he said against her stomach.
“I think I need to sit down.” She leaned on his shoulders. She wasn’t ready for him to stop yet.
“No sitting.” He withdrew his hand and stood. “Can you stand here for a few minutes?”
“Yeah.”
He narrowed his gaze.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He kissed her forehead. “Stand right here. Don’t move.”
He went back to the bag and grabbed several bundles of something, tucking them under his arms, and what she could only guess were leather cuffs from the clank of metal. He returned to her, dropping the bundles of rope at her feet and holding out one of four cuffs clipped together.
She held out her right and he buckled the first around her wrist.
He stared at her, his gaze that same unmoving, determined force. “I’m going to make your fantasy come true—but I’m going to do it in my own way. Understand?”
Raven gulped. What was that supposed to mean? If she had any guess, it would be better—and worse—all in one.
“Do you understand?” he said again. He knelt and began buckling the last two around her ankles.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I don’t get a choice, do I?”
He flashed her a smile. Those were coming easier, more often.
“Not really,” he replied.
“Well, there you go.” She knew there was always the option to end a scene. He’d made that much clear, but even her fantasies fell under his direction.
He stood, grabbing one of the bundles of rope and uncoiling it.
“You asked to be restrained, but didn’t specify how.” He circled her chest with the rope and she shivered. There was something about the rough and pliant fibers that were sensual. “I’m not really a rope guy, it takes too long. But I had this idea as soon as you brought it up, so I’m going with it.” He tied the rope in a series of loops, circling her ribs, above and below her breasts.
“Impatient, much?” She smiled at him, maybe a little too big, but already she was getting drunk on the high of this. Him. He could beat her with a sock and she’d probably dig it—just because he was involved.
“I can be.” He took a second bundle and went over her shoulders in a V pattern, leaving a bunch of the rope hanging from her back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing a chest harness.” He grabbed the two sets of rope banded above and below her breasts in his hand and jerked her forward. She face planted against his chest, surprised by the movement.
“Oof!”
“Rope is fun because it gives you complete control. Damien and Yamamoto do rope in such a way that it’s a religious experience. I just want a way to tie you up where you don’t fall, have no range of movement and I can fuck you until you scream.”
Ooh, yes, please.
He pushed her back and held her steady until she got her balance once more.
“You should know, rope is dangerous. If something starts to fall asleep, you have to tell me. It’s possible to get nerve damage. You shouldn’t be in too much danger with the ties I’m going to do, but I need you to tell me—if you can—when something doesn’t feel right.”
“If I can?”
“I wouldn’t expect you to realize your fingers are falling asleep while your orgasming.”
“Oh.”
Matías circled her and took the tail of rope. She tipped her head up and watched him run it through a metal ring. He pulled it until she could feel the rope around her chest constrict, and the line above her went tight.
“Bend your knees,” he said.
She did—and the
rope held her weight. It was an odd, slightly uncomfortable sensation she couldn’t decide if she liked or not.
“Good girl,” he muttered as he tied the rope off. He knelt and grabbed two more bundles of rope. “Hands out.”
He tied a rope to the large D-rings on either cuff and attached those to the frame so her arms were held out to either side. He also tied ropes just above and below her elbows, though they weren’t tight.
“So your weight’s not just on your wrists,” he said as a passing explanation.
Matías did the same for her ankles, but the ropes he attached to her thighs went straight up. By the time he stepped back to survey his handiwork, she was a human marionette. Her arms were held straight out on either side, and her legs slightly bent. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but after a while her legs were going to burn.
Slowly, Matías unbuttoned his shirt, starting with the top button.
“You said you wanted to be tied up and fucked. I warned you I was interpreting this in my own way.”
Oh, shit…what had she agreed to?
He dropped his dress shirt into the pile of her clothes. She thought he would stop there, but he pulled off the undershirt as well.
Matías knelt and fiddled with something in the suitcase. She heard a low-pitched hum switch on and off. He stood, holding a long wand with a…ball? On the end of it. She glanced from him to the toy and back.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“No.” She had a feeling she wasn’t going to like this at all.
“This is a Hitachi. It’s kind of the Cadillac of vibrators. It’s said to induce orgasm in thirty seconds or less. It has three settings. You are going to experience them all.”
She stared at the white wand, not sure if she should be excited or nervous. Her experience with a vibrator began and ended with one she’d bought during a shopping trip for a friend’s bachelorette party. It had been her best friend through some of the lonelier times. And it was only powered by two batteries. This thing came with an electric cord and an inexhaustible source of power.
Matías grabbed a towel out of the bag and spread it out under her.
“Just in case,” he said.
Just in case—what?
She watched, wide eyed, as he flipped the switch on and the wand began to vibrate. The tennis-ball-shaped end shook so fast it was a blur. And that was going to go where?
“Wait, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she said.
“You already said yes.”
Matías cupped her mound. They stood face to face, and he flicked the power switch. The hum intensified and she gulped. She pulled on the ropes, but there wasn’t a lot of give.
He had her truly bound. This was what she’d wanted. Wasn’t it?
Matías lowered the vibrator, but kept his hand in place. The vibrations shook through his hand to her mound. She wiggled her toes as the sensation seeped into her pussy. She sucked in a breath, but could not look away from his gaze.
“What-what are you doing?” She wiggled her hands, shaking them out.
“I wasn’t clear? You’re going to come over and over and over again until I’m satisfied.”
“That’s not what we talked about.” Her pussy clenched and she moved her hips, not sure if she wanted more—or less.
“No, it’s not what you talked about. I told you I interpreted it differently. If you really want this to stop, just say red.”
“Would you really? Stop, I mean.”
“You say the word and it’s all over.”
Red. Did she want it to stop?
Her internal muscles quivered and she let her head drop back as fissures of pleasure shook her.
“Oh my god.”
Matías kissed her forehead as he shifted the vibrator lower, over her clit. If this was what it felt like through his hand, what was it going to be like on her skin? She was a little afraid to find out.
She inhaled deep and groaned as he pressed harder. Her jaw dropped as her muscles tensed. Pleasure rolled up from her toes. Warm and pleasant, her body clenched on nothing.
“One,” he said and lowered the intensity two clicks. He took his hand away and she reached for the rope, holding onto it. “Let’s see how many times you can come in ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes?” Her tongue felt thick, her speech slightly slurred as she blinked at him.
If it took thirty seconds at most for her to orgasm…and ten minutes…that was twenty orgasms…was that even possible?
He set the end of the wand against her mound and slid it back between her legs, then forward just over her clit. The intense vibrations snaked through her body. She curled her toes and gripped the ropes.
“Oh my god,” she got out through her clenched teeth.
The Hitachi vibrated her whole body from the single point of contact. Her already warm body heated further and sweat began to bead along her spine. Multiple orgasms were not something she’d ever expected, at least not before Matías, but there had to be limits to the human body.
Clearly no one had discussed those with Matías.
He stared at her, his gaze commanding her to come.
Raven bounced on her toes and she shifted her hips, unsure if she wanted the vibrator closer or not.
Matías pushed her back onto her heels, grasping the ropes between her breasts and pressed the wand harder against her. She gasped as all her muscles tensed. The second orgasm ripped through her in much less than thirty seconds. She hung from the ropes, gasping for breath.
“Two.”
“Stop. Give me a second,” she said between breaths. Maybe this was a very bad idea.
“Nope. No waiting.” The click of the intensity sent a shiver of dread through her.
“No, no, no, no,” she wailed.
Matías bent, licking one nipple then the other. She gasped as sensation attacked her from both sides, the intensity way too much.
Her back arched as he slid the wand between her legs. She tossed her head and screamed as he bit down. Her legs gave out and the ropes supported her.
“Three,” he muttered against her breast.
“Seven.”
Matías smoothed Raven’s hair off her face. His ears rang with her screams, and they were barely a few minutes into his challenge. Maybe he’d set the bar too high. She’d orgasmed fairly easily when they’d been together. Perhaps he needed to rethink this.
He splayed his hands over her chest, feeling her racing pulse. Her skin was damp with sweat.
Her face creased and she moaned, breathless and sagging against the ropes.
“Eight.”
“Make it stop. Please? Make it stop,” she got out between gasps.
“No.” He couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not yet.
He went to a knee, kissing her stomach and over the mark he’d left on her side. He left a trail over her navel, to her hip. He bit her there, sinking his teeth in and holding on.
Raven screamed and jerked on the ropes with more spunk than she’d shown since the second orgasm.
“Nine.”
She sobbed, and it jerked at his heart. He powered the vibrator down from the mid-setting and rose up on his knee. He tweaked her nipple and she whimpered, her jaw frozen on a silent scream. Again? Already?
“Ten.”
That was all he could take. No more. He needed to feel her, to be inside of her.
He flipped the power off and dropped the vibrator. Halfway to the mark was fine. He knelt and unbuckled the ankle restraints. As he stood, he shoved his pants off, letting them drop to the ground and pulled out the condom he’d stashed in his pocket.
“Oh, thank goodness.” Raven’s head lolled to the side and she peered at him through narrowed slits. She’d given up any pretense of standing of her own power. Even now, with her feet unbuckled, she still hung from the ropes.
Had he pushed her too far?
Matías rolled the condom on and stepped toward her. He pushed her hair off her face and she pressed her cheek
against his palm, her eyes completely shut now.
“Was this what you imagined? Bound and fucked?” His tone was rough. The need for her, to feel her, rode him hard.
“No,” she whispered. Raven turned into his palm and pressed a kiss to his fingers. “But you haven’t fucked me yet.” One side of her mouth lifted, just a little.
Exhausted, spent, and ten orgasms into subspace, and she still had bite.
God, he loved her.
Matías grabbed her knees and lifted. The ropes at her thighs and chest held most of her weight, suspending her into a sort of swing. Her head snapped up and her eyes widened as he guided her legs to wrap around his waist. Matías held her gaze as he grasped his cock and passed it through her slick folds.
Raven groaned and her eyes seemed to roll back up into her head. He thrust into her and they both stopped breathing. Her body was hot, slick and she pulsed around him, her inner muscles squeezing him tight.
“Oh, fuck, Matías.” She shifted in the ropes, her legs tightening around him.
“What?” He cupped her ass and rocked into her.
“Oh my God. You’re going to make me come again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He rocked back, withdrawing from her and thrust once more. Slow, easy strokes.
“Oh, God. Oh, Matías, fuck me already.” She chanted the same phrase over and over again, her head tossing back and forth.
He chuckled and adjusted his hold on her, hooking his thumbs into the ropes at her thighs. This time, he used his arms, shoving deep into her with force, going deeper.
Raven’s squeal turned into a choked scream as she gasped for breath. She was completely out of control, a creature of feeling, and she still chanted his name.
He used the ropes, swinging her as he thrust, increasing the rhythm until he grunted through clenched teeth. Raven’s eyes fluttered open and they stared at each other. Each thrust, every time his cock slid deep inside her, her breath hitched and her eyes widened. He widened his stance and she began a keening cry of release.
“Eleven, goddamn you,” she wailed.
He crushed his mouth to hers, clinging to the rope at her back as the skin at the base of his spine began to prickle. A tingling sensation spread across his lower back, and his balls drew up. He rocked into her, rough, short thrusts as he came, panting into the crook of her neck.
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