and tender, and it didn’t fit with what was happening here. He stood. Her thong he snapped open at the sides and whipped away.
Then he left.
She didn’t call for him. She wouldn’t anymore. Because she knew she didn’t have to. He would return.
She pulled on her bindings so that the few links of chain rattled. Was this to be her punishment? He was going to leave her here in this dungeon, cowering in the dark until she froze to death?
She heard his footfalls fade away and didn’t move. She stared up at the exposed wood beams across the ceiling for who knew how long. Eventually, when she thought the pressure in her chest couldn’t get any worse, she heard him.
The door opened. “How are you feeling, Yasmeen? After one hour? Do you feel alone? Lonely?” He came next to her and slammed his hand on the wood above her head. The scent of his skin was a comfort. “Abandoned?”
She wasn’t sure why she spoke when it had been proven once and for all that he wouldn’t hear her, but she tried anyway. “I always feel abandoned, Lucian. Why do you think I take this from you?” Because even though it was obsessive and crazed, the fact that he wanted her like this was nirvana. Could this be how a man like Lucian displayed love?
“Now maybe you’ll understand what I felt when I returned to our sanctuary and found you gone.”
“I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry. But you can’t screw off like that without letting me know what’s happening. How could I know you would return? What if you left me for months?”
He walked out, and she heard a door open a long way down the corridor. He was back a few moments later, and she looked down when he placed something in front of her. Her stomach dropped to the floor when she saw what it was.
“Oh, no. Don’t you fucking dare,” she breathed.
The small stand was about four feet high. It had a broad base, a timer, and a black wand pointing straight up in the place of honor. She tried to jerk away when he pushed it forward to get the vibrator between her legs. She was barely able to move.
“You’re a cruel fucker.” She was horrified by what she knew he was about to do. At the same time, her body was blooming with a wet heat. Preparing. “Why are you doing this to me? Please help me to understand why it has to be like this.”
He didn’t answer but took the cord and flipped a small metal plate on the floor. He plugged the prongs in and turned to look up at her as he fixed the wand so the rubber head was pressed snug against her pussy. Directly under her clit.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to forgive you for what you’re doing? I’m defending these decisions you’re making, excusing your behavior. But I’m scared I won’t be able to do that for much longer. Don’t bring us there, you frustrating pain in my ass!” She screamed the last bit because he was staring at her breasts. She calmed herself and tried once more. “I want you; not the toy.”
Their eyes met, and the powerful Romanian holding her captive deliberately leaned over and extended his tongue to lick a long, slow circle around her clit. He sucked the knot of jumping nerves into his hot mouth with one deep, beautiful pull that shook her to the core. Then he released her, and the vibrator clicked on.
Yasmeen tried as hard as she could to hold off, but in less than a minute, the stimulation that burrowed straight into her pussy caused a powerful orgasm to rip through her. As she wailed, her body shaking, her muscles contracting, Lucian came up and kissed her mouth with a possession she tried to deny him but couldn’t because she was drowning in pleasure. He thrust his tongue in a slow and deliberate imitation of fucking that left her starved for him.
The sharp pinch of her nipples being bitten had her eyes springing wide. When he drew away, she looked down to see he’d placed two small clamps that were attached by a sparkling silver chain. Holy shit. He gave the chain a little tug which caused the final wave of her climax to beat the hell out of her.
“The timer is set for twenty minutes, iubita mea. If I come back to see you less than soaked with sweat and