All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,228

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The world vanishes and it’s just Dahlia, Adrian, and me. The soft whisper of the ropes, her moans, her whimpers, all of it is deafening to my ears. I try to be soft. I try to be gentle. Hell, I try to recapture that man who watched her dance in the living room, but I can’t. Now that I know her body is responding to my roughness, I can’t ever go back.

Her eyelids flutter closed as Adrian gives his ropes a few more tugs. She’s stunning. Leaning over, I gently touch her nipples before pinching them slightly. The more I roll them around, the harder they become. She gasps and arches up, only to be thwarted by Adrian keeping a firm hold on the ropes. Smirking, I lead her up to the St Andrew’s Cross by her nipples, ignoring her whimpers and pleas. There’s only one word I need to hear from her tonight, and until she says it, I’m not stopping.

I let go just as she gets close enough for me to get the cuffs on her wrists. With fast movements, Adrian and I bind her in place—both her hands, and ankles. Slipping behind her, I let Adrian pick out the floggers while I torment my little prey. Her ass feels like heaven when I grip it. No. Heaven is too ephemeral. More like home. Something feels so right while I touch her body like I own her. Without warning, I bring my hand down against her backside, delighting in the small wiggle she gives as she tries to escape.

A few more swats, and then I finally allow myself a taste of her divine heat. I watch the rope intently as I pinch it and bring it up. Dahlia rises up on her toes, trying to escape the rope biting into her. I give her a small reprieve as I slide lower and play with the ropes above her core. Easing in between them, I slip a finger in. Her body clutches at my digit, trying to bring me even deeper inside her. I wonder what it would feel like to fuck her with the ropes on—with my shaft pistoning in and out of her with rope on either side? Reluctantly, I pull out of her as Adrian walks up.

Chapter 7

I’m dead. That’s it. I’m dead, and in heaven. That’s the only way I can explain what’s happening to me now. My body is alive with more feeling than I ever dreamed was even possible. The moment Damiano slips his finger out of me, I feel bereft. Is this how it’s supposed to feel between people? All the times I put out just to have a roof over my head, it never felt like this. It’s like some part of me was dead this whole time, just waiting for Damiano to revive me. Hell, I guess this is a fairytale. Twisted, but it still works.

I’m so deep in my thoughts, I don’t even realize something is coming at me until it falls softly against my shoulder. Brow furrowed, I try to crank my neck around so I can see what it is. A dark chuckle makes me adjust my line of sight, and I see Damiano holding up an odd object. It has lots of tails, and dances about with the slightest movement. He must see my confusion because he walks even closer to me and lets me examine it for a moment.

“It’s called a flogger, cara,” he murmurs, pinching the tails in between his thumb and finger and rubbing the supple fabric. Oh, how I wish he was pinching me like that again. Crap. Focus. What’s he talking about? Right. Floggers. Before I can examine it further, he disappears from my sight again. Within moments, that same soft movement glances across my other shoulder.

This isn’t so bad. I can handle this. Tossing my head back, I shimmy just for a moment, just enough to let Damiano know that he’s nowhere near my threshold. Have his way with me? If this is what BDSM is, it’s nothing. I can so handle this. What the hell is everyone screaming and yelling about?

Before I can continue that thought, a line of fire zips across my ass cheek. Yelping, I turn hard in my bonds, trying to see what the hell just happened. But each time I move, Damiano is back out of eyesight. Another flash of fire cracks against my other cheek. Maybe I thought this was