All-In by Sierra Cartwright

Chapter Six

Lorenzo led her to the corner of the room, to an overhead bar with a massive O-ring attached to it. He left her for a moment to fetch two lengths of silken white rope.

With practiced ease, he bound her wrists and then secured them above her head.

Being in this position, bound and helpless, heightened her already powerful response to him.

Next, he crossed to one of the glass drawers and selected a thick blindfold.

“I want you a little disoriented, not knowing what to expect.”

The thought terrified her, but since she wanted the experience, she nodded.

Within seconds, he’d secured it in place. “How’s that?”

“Fine.”

Then he touched his thumb pad to the fast, throbbing beat of her heart in her throat. “How are your bonds? Not too restrictive?”

Even though she assured him they were perfect, he checked for himself.

“Can you keep your legs apart for me?”

He was right about the effects of the blindfold. She turned her head to the side, trying to ascertain where he was standing.

“Or would a spreader bar help you to follow orders better?”

“I’ve never used one before.”

“In that case, it’s a delicious night for first experiences.”

Intently she listened to the sound of his footsteps. Some were loud, others softer and farther away.

“I love the way you look. Helpless. Waiting on my pleasure.”

She gulped a shallow breath but couldn’t respond.

Jolting her, Lorenzo placed his hands on her hips. She hadn’t realized he was so close.

With his knuckles, he brushed her hair back over her shoulders, then whispered a kiss across the side of her neck.

“Your nipples are hard again.” He captured both.

Slowly—agonizingly so—he twisted them before exerting even more pressure.

“I need you, Lorenzo. Make love to me.”

“In time.”

While she writhed, arching her back toward him, he captured her breasts, then pushed them together. Driving her wild, he sucked on her nipples in turn, gently biting before laving the swollen tips.

His skillful handling of her body brought her to the edge of another orgasm, but each time she whimpered, he pulled away, denying her any relief.

“Lorenzo!”

He laughed, an awful, mirthless sound that proved that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“In time, precious.” He trailed his fingertips down her sides, pausing at her hips before continuing across her belly, then lower, to her pubis. For a long, dizzying moment she thought perhaps he would touch her pussy.

But he continued, igniting a firestorm of response in her, until he tapped her ankle.

“I’d like your legs as far apart as you can get them.”

As she complied with his command, he gripped her waist to help keep her steady.

“Good.” He fastened the bar in place. “Now you truly are my captive.”

She ached to make eye contact, to read what was on his mind. But she was helpless, lost inside her own head.

He placed a hand between her legs, then tenderly stroked, soothing her, lulling her deeper into her surrender.

Then he cupped her pussy. She gasped, not from the miniscule pain, but from the shock.

“You wanted an intimate punishment. That’s what you shall receive.”

Because of the confounding blindfold, she had no idea what to expect, but wanting more, she strained against her bonds only for him to flick her nipples, making them harder still.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, the pain, she whimpered.

But he was persistent. Now that her pussy burned and her nipples hurt, he pinched the inside of one of her thighs, then her calf. He was bringing her entire body alive, and her brain responded, flooding her with endorphins.

With short, harsh spanks, he made his way up the insides of her legs only to lay dozens more against her pussy, leaving her dizzy. No matter how hard she twisted and strained, she couldn’t escape his focused determination.

Her most sensitive flesh was on fire, leaving her hungry. When she thought the torture would never end, he moved to stand behind her, then pulled her back against his body. Once again, he palmed her breasts, biting his fingers into them. From this angle, his grip was even stronger, terrible and thrilling.

When she’d asked him to punish her intimately, she’d had no idea what she was asking for. Or how magnificently wonderful it would be.

The room spun beneath her, and he stopped the beautiful torment to slide his powerful forearm against the softness of her belly.

He skimmed his fingertips over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Fearing what would happen next, she instinctively tightened her muscles.

“Relax as much as you can.” Gradually he increased the tempo, moving from a gentle touch to light spanks before increasing the force to bring blood flow to the area.

“Don’t deny me.” He pressed his palm against her pussy, then dragged his fingers backward across her already swollen flesh.

Crying out, she arched forward, desperate to escape, despite his harsh demand.

Once again, he adjusted his position, and he plumped her buttocks.

Damn.He was masterful. The moment she was tempted to admit she couldn’t endure any more, he changed up what he was doing.

When she was certain his fingertips would leave tiny bruises on her skin, he resumed his gentle, measured spanks on both her ass cheeks. The pleasure was divine, greater than anything she’d ever known.

Beneath his ministrations, she relaxed, and her insides turned molten with desire.

Suddenly he blazed a hand across the fleshiest part of her buttocks. Her breath rushed out in a startled, strangled gasp. “Lorenzo!”

“That’s it. Take what I give you.”

This was what she’d asked for, what she wanted, and it was so much more than she’d imagined possible.

Ruthlessly he scorched her body. He dug his grip into her everywhere, keeping her inflamed.

“You’re wearing the marks of my possession.”

“Yes.”

He sank his teeth into that tender space between her shoulder and her neck. Twisting, she tried to escape him, but her efforts were futile. His arm was still in place, and he effortlessly dragged her back for more.

His touch was everywhere all at once, pinching and spanking until she was crying out his name and sweat drenched her body. But rather than wanting it to end, she thrust her hips back, a silent entreaty for more.

“You were made for me.”

She couldn’t deny his truth. Whatever he gave, she wanted.

He continued to make her his, leaving no part of her body unexplored. “You’re so fucking sexy, principessa.”

Zara was lost in darkness, flying in a world that he created.

He moved a hand between her legs. “You’ve got fifteen seconds to get yourself off before I change my mind.”

“Are you serious?” Surely he couldn’t be so cruel.

“Try me.”

Being unable to read his expression left her foundering.

“Ten seconds remaining.” He continued masturbating her, and she was desperate to climax.

Frantic and hampered by the spreader bar and her hands being immobilized, she began to undulate her body, seeking the relief he’d promised.

“Five seconds.”

“Please. Lorenzo, please!” She wasn’t sure she could survive if she didn’t manage to climax.

He entered her, burying two fingers deep inside her.

Even though she was past his time limit, he kept going. And she was grateful, helpless and surrendered.

“That’s it. Keep working it. Fuck my hand.”

His filthy words freed her. Trusting he would support her and keep her safe, she moved faster and faster. “I’m going to—”

Shockingly, he slapped the underside of her buttocks, bringing his free hand quickly and with more force than before, pitching her forward. The depth of him inside her combined with the blazing explosion against her ass sent her splintering into an abyss of completion—satiated, floating in a place she’d never known existed.

“Such a perfect submissive.”

From a vast distance, his rough voice reached her.

“You’re everything I imagined, principessa.”

Limply, she allowed the ropes to support her.

Talking in soothing words and with gentle movements, taking care not to snag her hair, he removed her blindfold.

Dizzy, she blinked the world back into focus.

Words failed her when she looked into the richness in his eyes. They were darker than normal, filled with emotion and something else. Reverence, maybe? Whatever had happened to her, he had also experienced it.

“My darling principessa.” Lorenzo traced a fingertip down the column of her throat and paused at the hollow there. “You complete me.”

Overwhelmed by his words and with her reaction to their scene, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her knees buckled. If her bonds hadn’t been so perfect, she might have fallen. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

In less than two minutes, he unshackled her ankles and released her wrists. “Stay where you are.” The perfect Dominant, he rubbed the circulation back into her hands and shoulders. “How’s that?”

After shrugging, she slowly lowered her arms.

Then, stealing the breath from her lungs, he swept her from the floor and strode back through his dungeon and onto the pool deck.

She expected him to put her down, but he continued into the main part of the house. “Where are we going?”

“To my bedroom.”

“Are you kidding?” Zara braced a palm on his chest and pushed herself away so she could look into his eyes. “You can’t carry me up the stairs!”

“I assure you I can.”

Shaking her head, she curled into him, wrapping an arm around his neck for stability.

Without even breathing hard, he climbed the narrow winding staircase. Then he continued across the room and placed her on his bed.

She sat with her knees upturned and shamelessly stared as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a faint amount of chest hair that arrowed straight down.

Even though she’d seen him in his athletic gear, she wasn’t prepared for the mouthwatering sight of his chiseled abdomen or his wide shoulders and well-defined biceps.

He placed his shirt on the back of the chair he’d slept in last night before toeing off his shoes and pulling off his socks. Then he unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them, revealing his trim waist. Shamelessly she continued to drink in the sight of his gorgeous body.

The man must be relentless in all his pursuits, including working out.

But as he removed his boxer briefs, all her attention was focused on his enormous cock and heavy, full balls.

Obviously enjoying her intensity, he grinned. “Dominating you turns me on.”

As she continued to watch, he stroked himself. His pleasure fed her own. Joining with him would be unlike anything she’d ever known.

Still fisting himself, he strode toward her, filling her vision until nothing existed in her life except him. “I’m a little nervous, I have to admit.”

“Oh, you’ll take me.”

She shook her head. He was enormously endowed, in both length and girth.

When he reached the edge of the bed, he caught her gaze and crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Unsure what to expect, she crawled to him.

“Take my cockhead in your mouth.”

Nervously she licked a drop of precum from the glistening slit.

“That’s right.” He ensnared one of her hands and placed it on his shaft where his had been. “Take the whole head.”

Trying to be brave, she drew the tip of him into her mouth.

“Good.”With a groan, he dug his hands into her, holding her steady. “Now more.” He pumped his hips slightly, forcing his shaft deeper. “Fuck.”

Her eyes watered, but she continued to take more until he eventually pulled out.

With lightning-fast movements, he had her flat on her back; then he tugged her to the edge of the mattress. “Now lift your legs.”

“Uhm, my ass will be hanging off the edge of the bed.”

“Did I ask for your opinion on the mechanics?”

She blinked. “No. But…” She cleared her throat. “I’m not going to be able to take you from that angle.”

“Trust me.”

Still skeptical, she did as he said.

With iron strength, he imprisoned her ankles. “Bend your knees.”

He slid a finger inside her, driving her mad, reigniting all the nerve endings that had been so recently aroused. All her protests vanished beneath a clawing layer of need.

When she was wet and ready, he slid his cock back and forth between her feminine folds, slapping her pussy with his shaft until they were both slick from her arousal.

Then he moved between her legs. “I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to see me as I make love to you.”

But before he entered her, he played with her breasts once again, kneading, sucking the tips into his mouth, rocketing desire straight through her.

She reached for him. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Instead of claiming her with a single thrust, he took his time, easing in, then pulling back, using short, purposeful strokes. As her body accommodated his massive length, he went deeper.

“So tight.” Impatience tinged his words.

Wanting to be his in every way possible, she spread her legs wider. “Fuck me, Lorenzo.”

With a guttural groan, he accepted her invitation.

Once he was fully inside her, Zara was completed in a way she never imagined, as if she’d found the missing piece of her heart.

“My precious Zara.” He captured her mouth and moved inside her.

She surrendered to the primal pulse that connected them.

For a moment, he lifted himself a little, enough to finger her clit. The touch sent her spiraling, as all her nerve endings flooded with desire. “God. Lorenzo…”

“Come anytime.”

Despite his earlier order, she closed her eyes and turned herself over to the incredible sensation of him filling her—taking and simultaneously giving.

He flicked her clit. A climax tore through her, and she came hard, calling his name, lifting her body, seeking more.

“Take it. Take all of me.” Tiny drops of exertion dotted his forehead, and she realized he was forcibly holding back his orgasm.

“Come in me, Lorenzo.”

“Fuuuuuuck.”Teeth gritted, he tipped back his head.

Impossibly his cock became even thicker. Time froze as he went rigid. A fraction of a moment later, he climaxed, spilling himself deep inside her.

She threaded her hands into his hair, marveling at their union.

When he stopped pulsing long moments later, he shook his head. “Goddamn.”

With a rough exhalation, he moved quickly, rolling to one side and pulling her against him. “You were worth the wait. Every year, every month, every moment.” He dropped the gentlest of kisses on her forehead.

She sighed into him, more relaxed, feeling safer than she ever had in her entire life.

Her lover, her Dominant, held her until their breathing returned to normal. Then he suggested a shower. She was too tired and overwhelmed to say much of anything, but she enjoyed his tender ministrations as he washed her with a bar of lavender soap that hadn’t been there last night.

When he was finished, she looked up at him. “My turn.”

“Of course.” Impossibly his cock was still half-hard and became thicker as she lathered his chest.

“See what you do to me?”

She gave him a wicked grin. “I think that’s only fair given what you do to me.”

He turned so she could wash his back, and she paused when she noticed a massive tattoo on his right shoulder blade. “Is this the same one that is on your door?”

“It is. A representation of my family. And my fealty to it.”

She shivered.

He turned to her. “Scared?”

“Maybe.” It was his first stark admission of who he was. “Everything I’ve heard about you? It’s true?”

“Some of it is surely exaggerated.”

“And your ring?”

He lifted his hand so she could garner a closer look—an owl, framed by laurel leaves. “The Zeta Society really exists.”

“I won’t deny it.”

“And your uncle…?”

His silence was his admission.

“My life is not for everyone. And you have a decision to make.”

“You’ve trusted me with your secrets.”

“With my life.”

She exhaled, not knowing what the future held, and the risks and threats that surrounded him. “I think I made my decision the moment I walked through the revolving glass door this evening.”

His eyes smoldered as he captured her mouth. Then he lifted her, pinning her against the tile wall. Even though she was tender and not quite ready for him, he sank his massive cock inside her.

“I’m never letting you go.”

Their gazes locked.

“We’ll be married as soon as I can get it arranged.”

What?Her head spun. How was this even possible? “Married?”

“Say yes, Zara.” He traced the delicate line of her collar. “Tell me you’ll be beside me for the rest of our lives.”

Laughing, crying, happier than she’d ever been, lost in him, she nodded. “Yes.”

He fucked her hard, proving just how completely she belonged to him, and then he took her to bed and made love to her once more, sealing their heartfelt promise to each other.