Bondage Unlimited (17 page)

Gio spread out his assault, flogging her back, ass and legs. He was careful to avoid her kidneys and lower back. Her skin took on a healthy, pink glow.

From behind, he pressed his body against hers and whispered in her ear. “Want more?”

Eva wiggled her ass over his rock hard cock. “Please, Master. I’m burning up.” She was trying to bring her legs together, only the rope kept her from stealing her pleasure.

He palmed her breasts and tugged on her nipples. “I’m going to flog you until you come.”

“Oh, gawd.” She began to tremble. “Yes, please.”

“Are you thinking what these strands are going to feel like on your breasts?” He smacked her tummy once but with enough bite to make her gasp. Again, he tugged on her nipples, pulling and squeezing until she whimpered.

“Yes, do it, please. Don’t make me wait.”

He struck her thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Do you want me to hit your pussy over and over until you come?”

Eva moaned. “Yes.” She was shaking and trying to pull her legs closed.

Gio cupped her pussy and found her clit wet and engorged. Eva was a pleasure beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.

She rocked her hips and spread her legs wider. The temptation was too great. Gio trust two fingers inside her, brushing her clit with each stroke. When she was close, he pulled out and began using the flogger again.

He walked in front of her and began at her calves working upward. “Your skin bears my marks. Tomorrow, you’re going to feel my possession with every move you make.”

“Please, Master. I’m begging.” She was panting with her head tipped back and her eyes closed.

“What do you want, Eva?” She wouldn’t last long. Her body glistened and Gio wished he had a camera set up. She’d never looked more beautiful.

“Own me. Make me yours,” Eva pleaded.

Gio’s breath stilled in his body. He’d expected her to ask for release, not this. “You
are
mine.” The flogger connected with her mound.

She screamed and struggled against the ropes. Tears fell down her cheeks. “More.” She moaned.

He sent the strands across her breasts, leaving pink stripes along her curves. Her nipples puckered and hardened even more. Gio began a merciless pattern, one strike to each tit then another between her lips.

She gasped and cried out with each blow. Her hips rocked forward in anticipation. “Please, please. I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Eva. Give yourself to me.”

As her release washed over her, she fought the ropes, thrashing without any seeming control.

Gio fell to his knees and wrapped an arm around her waist. He feathered kisses over her breasts as he cupped her pussy, extending her orgasm. Once the aftershocks had faded, he untied her ankles. He kept his arm firmly around her as he stood and untied her hands. When she was free, she fell limply against him. Gio cradled her to his chest and carried her to the bed.

“You really are my world, Eva. I hope you know that.” He spread her legs and thrust inside her.

Chapter Eight

Eva was floating back to Earth. Colors of every hue danced and sparkled behind her eyelids. Aftershocks slowed her journey. Without warning, Gio drove deep inside her pussy. Like an afterburner had exploded, she flew again. His lower body covered hers, while his hands tantalized her breasts.

“I’ll spend my life making you happy,” he promised.

Tears flowed down her cheeks. Her body melted at his touch, but her soul belonged to him as well. She yearned to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to tell him how she felt, to pledge her undying love, but her body was spinning out of control again.

She fought the sensations. Arousal was building too fast, too hot. She wasn’t used to feeling like this. Hell, she didn’t know she could feel like this. “Gio.” She didn’t know what she was begging him to do. Stop? Continue? She just didn’t know.

“You’re mine, Eva. I’ll keep you safe. Give yourself into my keeping.” Gio didn’t miss a stroke as he pounded in and out of her.

Eva let go and let him take command. She could never deny Gio. Not for long anyway.

As another orgasm tore through her, she heard him groan and throb deep within her. She wrapped her arms around him and held on. The connection she felt with Gio was beyond anything she believed existed.

Their bodies rocked back and forth. Neither seemed willing to break the perfection of what they shared.

Eva must have nodded off. She woke to Gio snuggling behind her.

“Stay with me.” He held her like he’d never let her go.

“Always.” She was done running.

Gio propped up on one elbow and rolled her over onto her back. “Really?” He searched her face intently.

“Really!” She gave him a sweet peck on the lips.

He deepened their kiss. She felt ravaged by the time he pulled back.

“You’re dangerous, Gio.” She touched her still tingling mouth.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” He crashed onto the bed. “Let me hold you, baby.”

* * * *

Gio’s heart was pounding out of his chest. He knew it was too soon. Eva had conceded so much already, he really should be content. He shook his head, knowing that when it came to Eva all bets were off. He wanted her tied to him in every sense of the word.

Eva lay sleeping on his bed. He could sit and watch her all night, but he had one more surprise planned for her.

As quietly as possible, Gio opened his closet and pulled out a strongbox. He searched through it until he found the small heart-shaped candy box Eva had given him in college. He lined it with a satin hanky. It wasn’t perfect, but neither was he. In the corner of the strongbox sat the bag of Sweethearts they’d goofed around with for days. He examined the candy carefully and while it certainly wasn’t fit for eating, it would serve his purpose nicely.

It took a moment or two, but he found the candy with the message he was looking for—
Marry me
. Next, he went to the safe and pulled out his grandmother’s wedding ring. As the oldest son, it had been passed down to him. Gio had no idea if yellow diamonds were in vogue or not, but sentimentally the ring meant a lot to him.

He placed the ring and the candy in the box then returned to the bedroom. Carefully, he laid it on the pillow beside her and slid back into bed, spooning her. Gio tried to calm his breathing, but it was difficult. This was the biggest moment of his life. He knew odds were high that she’d put him off, though he doubted she’d out and out say no.

“Gio, you’re squeezing me too hard.” She giggled.

He forced a chuckle. “I’m just hanging on so I don’t fall out of bed.” He hoped he sounded casual so he didn’t tip her off.

“Am I taking up too much room?” She scooted over and her hand touched the box. “What’s this?” She picked it up and turned toward him.

Gio turned on the nightstand lamp.

“Open it.”

“I remember this.” She ran her hand tenderly over the box. “I can’t believe you kept it. The candy must be as hard as a rock by now.” She smiled at him. “Not that it matters. We had more fun making messages out of them than eating them.”

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Too much was riding on this.

She must have realized how tense he was. Eva sat tailor fashion and took the box in her hands. With her slender, delicate fingers she pried off the lid. She sat staring at the contents until her bottom lip quivered. “Oh, Gio.”

Eva picked up the wedding ring and he noticed that her hand was trembling.

“It belonged to my grandmother. If you don’t like it, we can go shopping together.”

“It’s beautiful. I love it.”

Gio took the band between his thumb and index finger. “Eva Margaret Anderson, will you marry me?”

She launched herself across the bed and into his lap. With her fingers splayed, she held out her hand.

“Is that a yes?” He needed to hear her say it.

“Giovanni Michelangelo Parma, more than anything I want to marry you.”

“And?” Want wasn’t the same as a yes.
Come on, babe, say it.

“Yes—a million times, yes!”

Gio slid the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit.

Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

Desired Discipline: Bondage Included

Tori Carson

Excerpt

Chapter One

“When are you two going to stop the furtive glances and just fuck already? This dancing around the issue is making my ass tired,” Eva complained to André.

Adriana giggled and ducked behind a pillar. Eva was pushing André pretty hard. He hated it when women used ‘inappropriate’ language.

“And don’t even pretend you don’t know who I’m talking about, Boss, because everyone has seen you guys making googlie eyes at each other. It’s the talk of the club.” Eva poked him a little more. “You two sit on the couch and talk all night, damn near every night. You do remember this is a sex club, right? It’s called that because people have sex here. If you want to talk and hold hands and shit, you go to a church social.”

“Are you finished?” André glared at Eva.

“Not really. I was kind of on a roll, but since I need a steady paycheck, I’ll shut up now.” Eva smiled sweetly.

“You know she won’t
scene
with me. That’s the word we use in polite company—‘scene’, not ‘fuck’.”

Adriana couldn’t see his face, but she knew the exact expression he was using with Eva. She turned away and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep him from hearing her laugh.

“She doesn’t like that I’m under contract with the girls. Until that changes, she won’t allow our friendship to become sexual.” André kept his volume low, but it still carried.

God, she loved his voice. She could listen to it for hours, which was a good thing because Eva had been telling the truth. Most nights she spent holding hands and talking to André. It was pathetic. She wanted so much more, but he was being a stubborn ass. He wasn’t in love with those girls, but he wouldn’t break their contracts either.

“She’s a smart woman. Your subs are mean, spiteful witches. Do you have any—?”

With her heart pounding in her chest, Adriana rushed to the bar beside André. She couldn’t allow Eva to finish that sentence, no matter how true it was. “Hi!”

André turned and greeted her with a huge smile on his face, which promptly disappeared the moment he saw she was wearing simply a towel. His head bounced up and he started examining the ceiling tiles. “Hi… I um, I have some important matters…in my office. I’ll be in there, if you need me…once you’re, um, clothed and…yeah.” He practically ran toward the executive offices.

“Damn, I wish I had that on tape. The big bad Dom of DiscipliNation stammering like a school boy because you stood next to him in a towel. You should screw that man and put him out of his misery,” Eva teased Adriana.

“If I do, I’ll never have him all to myself. I refuse to be one of many, Eva. We’ve talked about this.” She had to stand her ground.

“I still say you’re wrong, but watching the misery you’re putting that man through has become my reason for coming to work each day, so who am I to say stop?”

“You’re bad. You were pushing his buttons by cussing like a sailor. That’s not how you normally speak. Why do you do it?” Adriana had to ask.

“Because I can. And you’re one to talk. The man practically came in his pants seeing you dressed like that. Is this your latest strategy?”

“No, this was me keeping you from causing even more trouble. You were about to tell him things I’ve told you in confidence. Things you promised me you wouldn’t share with anyone.” Adriana gave Eva her most fierce death glare.

“Someone needs to clue the man in on the crap his subs have been pulling. He is the owner of this club. He has a right to know that his perfect angels are really Satan’s trolls.” Eva reversed the death glare and shot it right back at her.

“It would be their word against mine. André couldn’t take my side without making it ten times worse. Besides, he couldn’t assume it was one of them. He’d have to consider every club member if he investigated their pranks and the last thing he needs right now is another worry. Just let it drop. I’m a big girl, I can handle this.”

“You’re an idiot who is in love with a bigger idiot, but I’m a fine one to talk. My love life is more of a disaster than yours. Okay, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“Thank you. And I need a favor.”
Damn this is the worst timing.

Eva eyed her wearily. “What’s happened now?”

“One of the trolls put Nair in my shampoo bottle. I sweated enough for three women in our pole dancing class tonight and need to shower. Can I borrow yours?”

“This is me biting my tongue.” She shook her head and reached under the cabinet for something. A moment later, she handed Adriana a key. “Locker three-twenty-eight.”

“Thanks, Eva. You’re the best bestie a girl can have.”

* * * *

André sat in his office with his head cradled in his hands. Fuck, how had his life gotten so out of control? His business was bringing in millions of dollars a year and more than that, he was proud of what he’d accomplished. He’d established safe havens all over the country for lovers of kink to come and learn from each other. The friends he’d made along the way had become his surrogate family.

None of it mattered to him anymore. All he thought about was Adriana Parma. The crack Eva had made about a church social had hit a little too close to home. Adriana was a sweetheart. She deserved to find a good man, one her family would admire, so she could settle down and have babies. In almost every conversation they had, she talked about her family, her large, Italian, ‘in your business’ family. It was a concept that over the years had become almost foreign to André.

His roots were French Cajun and he’d grown up in a large, ‘in your business’ type family. Unfortunately, they didn’t approve of his business and thus he was dead to them. Of the hundreds of people sharing his familiar DNA, only Amanda and Trixie would speak to him. He never discussed it and he tried hard to never think about it, but it hurt. For years after their rejection, he’d felt as though he’d been stabbed in the back. It had since, mostly, healed. He and his band of other misfits had joined together and built their own family, one that believed in acceptance. Most days it was enough.