Page 218 of Breaking Rosalind
I’m still weak and trembling from the orgasm when he drags me to the edge of the canvas and hurls me against the ropes. I fall back, my arms splaying to the side, but he entangles them within the top and middle restraints.
Once he’s sure I’m secured, he moves to the steps where he left the second bottle of baby oil.
Oh, shit. I can see where this is going.
EIGHTY-SEVEN
CESARE
Orgasms make Rosalind weak. Powerful ones make her especially docile. Maybe the endorphins flooding her system cloak her usual resistance, or maybe it’s the sense of euphoria she can only get from me.
Whatever the reason for her current state, I have her utterly under my control.
She flops forward, trying to disentangle her arms from the ropes, but her body won’t cooperate. All she can do is tremble from the aftershocks of the best climax of her life.
I grab her throat and force up her head. She pants hard through reddened lips and stares up at me through glazed eyes. My cock hardens, and my chest swells with pride at having conquered a woman so powerful.
But I’m not done with her yet.
My gaze drops to her nipples straining through her cropped top. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Without waiting for her to comment, I push up the fabric, exposing those glorious tits. Rosalind whimpers as I uncap the bottle of baby oil and pour a generous amount on my hand.
She trembles as I glide my slick hand over her breasts, coating her already glistening skin. My fingers find her hardened nipples, and I twist one followed by the other, then revel in her pretty little gasps.
My hand roams her belly, and she releases a soft sigh. Her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, and she trembles under my touch. Pouring the oil directly on her belly, I move my hand lower, caressing every inch of her bare skin, enjoying how she quivers under my touch.
I slide my fingers down to her still slick pussy. She bucks her hips and moans as I stroke her, wanting to make it purr. When she tries to close her thighs, I pull back.
“You don’t get to hide my cunt.”
She groans, desperate for my touch. I set down the bottle to grab her right calf and entwine it between the ropes before moving onto her left. Once she’s completely restrained, her body goes limp.
Note to self. Rosalind loves bondage as long as there’s a chance for her to escape.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” My fingers return to her pussy. “Bound and spread open like a feast.”
I grab my shaft, lining up my cock head to her entrance and relishing in her helpless mewls. For a woman who claims not to like being called a pet, she’s certainly playing the part.
“Eager?” I ask.
The noise she makes is an unintelligible sound of raw need. She tries to arch off the ropes to speed things along, but I take hold of her waist.
“Eyes on me, if you want me to feed your hungry little cunt.”
Lashes fluttering, she raises her gaze to meet my eyes. Her pupils are blown with flames burning within those hazel orbs. A flush blooms across both cheeks, in a perfect contract to her pale skin.
Sensation surges to my cock at the sight of her vulnerability, making me lightheaded. There’s only so much of this desperate display a man can withstand before something inside him breaks.
“Tell me how much you want this cock,” I growl.
She cries out. “Cesare.”
“Tell me, or I’ll stop,”
“I want it,” she says through gasping breaths.
“Now, tell me how much you want me.”