Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,55
inside me. It’s all part of that same thing that ensnared me after Amelia’s death.
Once again Lilly reminds me of her. Maybe this woman is my path to some form of redemption. Redemption I didn’t even know I was still seeking.
“Thank you for helping me,” she adds, and those eyes become glassy with tears.
“You sure I helped enough?” I ask. I’m not sure she was telling me everything in regard to her being in trouble but I figured whatever is happening will fix itself when she gets paid the million.
“It was more than enough,” she replies.
“Come back to my lips and give me that kiss again,” I say, and she does.
I take it and get drunk on it and her. Like a drug I take it and want more and more. And I can’t resist.
Chapter Nineteen
Lily
I shuffle against the chains binding my wrist testing out how far I can move my arms.
This is the first time we’ve tried chains. When Christian said he wanted to take me to a darker fantasy I didn’t think this was what he had in mind.
We used the scarf again last week, then Christian took it to another level and used ropes the night after that. That night we went to the sex dungeon and he tied me to a metal St. Andrews cross unit.
Tonight, is the sixth night that we’ve tried BDSM and now it seems to be our thing.
If anyone had told me I would like this I wouldn’t have believed them at all.
But, here I am. Chained to Christian Giordano’s bed in his penthouse suite.
Chained and covered in cream and strawberries.
I watch him watching me, assessing my reaction. He’s never eaten food off me before so I’m not sure how to react. There’s no way I can imagine feeling anything other than pleasure though. I’m already wet just for thinking of his mouth on me, his tongue licking all over my body.
I’m completely his and I can’t move at all. I have chains on my wrists and ankles, and I’m laid out spread eagle on the bed waiting for him to take me.
He gets on the bed and I scan over his body, admiring the perfection of his muscles and all that he is.
“You look like you’re enjoying this far too much. However will we have vanilla sex again?” he asks licking some cream off the tip of my right breasts.
“I’m sure we’ll manage,” I answer.
He takes a strawberry and feeds it to me. When I’m done, he pushes his finger into my mouth so I can lick it off.
“I’m sure we will. Remember angel… red is your safe word.” He says with a wide smile knowing I won’t be using any form of safe word.
“I remember,” I say with a smile.
On my word he lowers and starts licking the cream off me and eating the fruit.
“I didn’t know you could taste even better than you already taste.” He smirks.
I don’t get to answer. He takes in my right breast and sucks off the cream with such a force that I feel it everywhere. The intensity tugs on my pussy and I moan trying to reach for him, stopping when the chains clink reminding me that I can’t.
He chuckles and I try to catch my breath. The pleasure feels different this way, amplified so even the slightest touch feels like it’s magnified a hundredfold. The restraint is what does it. Whether that’s a scarf or chains. As long as it can hold you in place it holds you in the glow of pleasure.
I’ve been in this state for over two weeks with this man. This is what we do every night. in the space of time since we agreed to the contract, I’ve had two days off and both nights saw me here. here in this bed with him or having sex in the parking lot in his car.
We haven’t stopped and every time I’m with him those lines between what we are and when we aren’t supposed to be blur. We’ve existed in this bubble of escape. That’s what I call it.
It sure feels like it as I watch him in his pursuit to eat food off my body. By the time he finishes my skin sizzles with the wild sensation of his tongue working my nerves to life.
I’m close to orgasm when he pushes his face between my thighs and starts eating me out.
I writhe against his mouth and the chains now feeling the effect of the chains holding me.