brushed the undersides of my breasts or seemed to inadvertently course across the taut peak of my . . . tit.
With no contact to my aching center, the lust he provoked just kept escalating.
“This is breast bondage, Lucia.” He cinched another rope, and I felt a knot at the middle of my spine.
When he came back to my side, he finished his wicked machination by making sure both my breasts sat within the black rope harness.
“And it looks fucking great on you.” His voice had reached a new low timbre, the sound of which made me want to clench my thighs together.
But I couldn’t without losing balance.
I moaned instead, and he rubbed his rough palm across one torturously aroused nub, his voice rumbling right at my ear.
“You’ve got the kind of tits I could play with all night long, dragotsennaya printsessa.”
My head fell back on my neck, chills wracking my body.
His predatory nature—his overwhelming power—would’ve brought me to my knees had I not been strung up by my wrists.
I gasped when his hand closed around my elongated neck, a moan rising from deep within.
His touch, just there, centered me. Calmed me. Titillated me all at once.
His voice soothed, subdued, and excited at the same time.
He moved away again, leaving me with an unobstructed view to the mirror.
My skin glowed. My breasts heaved within their tight confinement. The ropes created a halter wrapped around the large mounds of flesh, slid deep into my cleavage, then circled around my neck.
Besides this shibari construction, the only other thing on my body was the stark white bandages on my thigh. He had full access to my completely naked form. I looked like a sexual creature with my black hair shimmering around me like a curtain, my flesh existing only for this sensual torment.
His sensual torment.
I glanced at Arkady, reveling in the ravenous hunger on his face.
Even bound, I had power over him too.
A dirty smile drew up one corner of his mouth as he inspected me slowly then he was gone from sight again.
He returned moments later, holding two small pincer-like things connected by a shimmering chain, and I swallowed hard.
He opened both pincers made of solid metal.
“Nipple clamps for these amazing tits of yours.” The metal snapped shut, and I tried to do the same with my thighs because I was soaked and already wanted to come.
He draped the cold chain around my neck, and I became mesmerized by the blazing blue depths of his eyes before his head lowered.
He lightly licked one nipple. Then he drew the entire peak into his hot mouth. Sucking with soft pressure, he lapped the budded flesh, one hand squeezing my breasts even more.
“Ohhh.” My neck craned back but I didn’t want to miss seeing everything he did to me.
Arching toward him, I watched as he moved to my other nipple and sucked it between his firm lips too.
“Dio!” Rising up to my tiptoes, I craned to get even closer to his incredibly hot mouth.
When he stepped back, I keened out an unholy noise.
He licked his lips again, and my eyes flew down his astonishing chest to his groin where his cock visibly pulsed inside his pants. Then he simultaneously clamped both my nipples inside the metal brackets.
The sharp sting on my most aroused flesh made me hiss. Wet heat flashed down to my already drenched core.
The chain hung heavily between my breasts and, with a slight yank, Arkady pulled my nipples taut.
“Ahhh!” A burst of sensation exploded throughout me.
“Is that enough pain for you, Lucia?”
I dripped with hedonistic arousal, surrendering to the pain and his penetrative stare that pinned me in place as much as the ropes.
“No,” I gasped out haltingly.
He gave another tug to the chain, and I bowed forward for more.
When he let go, I swung, captive on the rope that held me nearly suspended.
Again, he disappeared but only for a few seconds before he came back on softly padding bare feet.
I was magnetized by the sight of him, following every lion-like move of his well-muscled frame. And I cursed the pants keeping his cock from my view.
“Do you know what this is?” Suddenly, from behind his back, he revealed a leather handled device from which thick suede tassels hung.
He whipped the implement across the air with a whistle of multiple lashes, and a breeze brushed over my heated body.
“What is it, Arkady?” My voice came out sultrily, and his name on my tongue sounded like a caress.
I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I