I swallowed a hard lump of nerves in my throat. I lifted a hand and let him place it into the restraint that was attached to the chair.
“You’re shaking,” he observed. “Are you afraid?”
“Yes. All the time,” I admitted.
He paused when he had one hand tied up and brought one of his to the top of my head. Then, he stroked my hair with a gentler touch than I’d have expected from a man capable of such violence.
“You don’t need to be anymore. You’ve given yourself to me. You owe me a debt, and to pay it, you need to be intact. Our deal makes you mine, and no one touches my things... except me.”
He tied my other hand to the chair but left the rest of me untouched. No feet straps, no head strap.
Then he knelt before me. He’d never looked more like a demonic priest than in that moment, flicking open his little bone-handled knife with practiced ease and cleaning the sharp blade against his cassock.
“Do you trust me, Katarina?” he murmured.
“No.” My answer was immediate.
He chuckled. “Clever girl. But soon you’ll realize I always keep my word. If I say you’re safe, you’re safe. If I say you’re dead, you’re dead, no matter what. I always keep my word.”
Then he put the edge of the knife to the neckline of my medical gown and cut a precise line downward, dividing the material into two flaps.
“I think we’ll burn this after today. You won’t ever wear it again.”
My nipples contracted, and my skin prickled. I was hyperaware of him as he set the knife down and switched his attention to the fabric. With deliberate slowness, he drew the two sides apart, baring my breasts to his greedy gaze.
My face burned hot, the feeling spreading down my neck to my chest.
He let his gaze wander across my breasts. The edges of the medical tape were only just visible, peeking around the corners of my ribs. My breasts swayed with my rapid breaths; I was so nervous I couldn’t stop gulping down air.
Massimo tilted his head to the side, a languid inspection, and then, in an almost involuntary movement, wetted his lips.
He looked hungry.
His huge hands came to my chest.
“Today, I’ll make you come, and take thisfirst. The first man to show you what you’re capable of. The first of manyfirsts.”
Then his fingers closed over my breasts, and my brain whited out. His palms were so warm and calloused, in the best way. They enveloped my breasts completely, sending warmth shooting through me. Slowly, he swept his fingers in a caress, growing more powerful as I got used to the sensation. Eventually, he was weighing my small breasts in his palms, his thumbs rubbing across my hard nipples and making me squirm. He was right to tie my hands. I wouldn’t have been able to sit still under such an erotic onslaught.
It felt better than I’d ever imagined it would.
“You like that, little stray?” he murmured softly.
I nodded, ashamed, addicted, and everything in between.
“How about this?” he continued and shocked me by leaning inand pressing my legs wide to fit his body, then lowering his mouth to my chest.
At the first touch of his hot, wet tongue against my heated skin, I cried out. I couldn’t help it. I felt like I was melting. I was dripping inside. My thighs felt sticky, and I couldn’t stop rubbing them together. This was it. The lustful thoughts that Pavol had been attempting to stimulate for years, and yet, this was the very first time I’d ever felt anything close.
I arched backward, wanting to give Massimo as much of my breasts as I could, and he obliged by ruthlessly sucking on my nipples, tugging and rolling the hard buds between his lips until I was thrusting my aching pussy against the chair, desperately seeking friction.
“Let me help you,micetta,” Massimo whispered, seconds before the rest of my gown was torn away and his blunt-tipped fingers found my panties.
My wet panties. I’d wet them right through with desire for this man and his devilish touch.
He inhaled roughly, moving away from my swollen, well-sucked nipples to press his face to my panties and inhale. His chest expanded deeply as he breathed in the smell of my lust.
“Now, that is the kind of heaven I can believe in,” he murmured, and slid his hand under the elastic of my panties and tugged.