answer to you.”
“Until Damiano releases you from my part in this scene, you do. Now. Open up.”
I slowly ease my mouth open, very unsure of what he’s going to do to me. However, I don’t want to make things worse with Damiano when he gets back. Once my mouth gets to an acceptable level of open, Adrian slides the rod between my teeth.
“Hold this for me. And take care not to leave any bite marks in it.”
Nodding, I cup the wood into my mouth, holding it steady with my tongue so I don’t grip too hard with my teeth. I’ve just got it steady into my mouth when a hard wallop crashes against my shoulders. The sensation feels like the flogger from earlier, but the force is at least double. My stomach flips a few times. How much have they been holding back? A trickle of unease flows into me. Could they really harm me?
Another crash interrupts my thoughts, and the rod falls out of my mouth and clatters to the floor. Adrian’s tsking tickles my ear before he bends down and grabs it. With his free hand, he gestures to my mouth, and I open again.
“It seems we will have to start again. Don’t drop the cane.”
“Hold on one moment.” Damiano appears on my other side, and my pulse quickens. “She seems to have difficulty concentrating. I may be able to assist.” His cool fingers grasp my chin as he turns my face to fully look at him. “You remember your safeword, yes? Say it.”
“Sunlight.”
He gives a firm nod before disappearing back behind me. I strain to hear something. Something to give me a clue what’s about to happen. What more could he do to me? Adrian shifts and stands in front of me, flogger draped over his shoulder. At least I know what’s about to happen won’t be at his hands. He’s a nice guy and all, but he doesn’t make my stomach plummet, or butterflies take up residence in my chest.
Thick, firm fingers cup my bottom, squeezing tight. Damiano’s grip reignites the fire from the cane strokes, as well as the longing in my core. After holding on for a few moments, his hand leaves me and once again I’m shifting back, trying to connect back into his touch. He gives me a playful swat and pushes me back against the wood. By now, I’ve already forgotten the tingling from the liquid; however, as my chest scrapes against the leather padding on the cross, that heat flares back up—not as hot, but a soft, steady burn that makes me writhe with need.
Damiano’s breath whispers against my low spine as he peppers me with light, feathery kisses. Moaning, I move back again, and he swats me hard before pushing me back against the wood. It’s another waiting game. I feel him behind me, but he just kneels there, his cool breaths fanning my heated skin. What is he waiting for? I contemplate moving, but there’s nowhere I can go. If I move back, his face is in my ass. I can’t move forward because the wood is an immovable force. Besides, moving forward also puts me closer to Adrian. His smile makes me hesitant, and so I’m stuck.
Luckily, Damiano doesn’t leave me waiting for too much longer. His long fingers skim my ass again before he slides a finger down the crack, pausing as he reaches my back entrance. My breath stills in my throat. Is he going to go there? Instinctively, I clench as he slips between my cheeks. No one has ever been there before, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for him to go there.
Stilling my body, I force myself to take a deep breath. I have a safeword. If I truly can’t handle what he’s about to do, I can say it and escape. But even now, a small part of me doesn’t want to safeword. I want to see just how far he can take me. It’s scary, yes, but also the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want it to end just because I’m scared. Out of everything that’s happened tonight, there was nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m sure if I just breathe, I can handle this as well.
“That’s it, cara, just breathe. You’re doing so good for me.” His fingers withdraw, only to return slippery. His digits dance across the entrance for a moment, drawing out a long, loud groan from me.
Adrian steps forward, slides his hand up