Juliette
He warned me we were doomed from the start, and I should have listened. But some fires burn too hot to resist.
Now, I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of desire, tangled up in Areston's dangerous world. Every kiss, every touch pulls me deeper...
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"You have made me so proud, Belle," Areston hums, lifting me in his arms and lying me down with utmost care, on what I can feel is the red leather couch with drapes cascading around it like a sea of red flames.
He has gotten rid of my completely cuffed arms. Now, it's just my wrists that are cuffed in handcuffs.
My arms feel lifeless. So does my body. I am exhausted. But I want more. I know he's not done yet.
My body is burning with anticipation. There's a dull thud in my vagina even as I feel his cum leaking down my thighs. He has pumped his load so much in me, gravity causing it to all come sliding down.
I'm still blindfolded.
"I'm in awe of how you've handled it all," he says, brushing his mouth against mine.
And then, I lose his touch as he climbs off me.
Blaring alarms erupt inside me as a sudden realization that I'm lying on my back, blindfolded.
How is it possible?
I was feeling perfectly at ease while standing.
Maybe I could cope well earlier because I was in his arms. Mere his heat was enough to make me feel safe.
But he's about to climb back on me. Then why do I fear this gut-wrenching fear gripping me again?
As I lie in bed, I can feel the gripping anxiety gnawing me hard in the belly.
The soft leather against my back, the feeling of not being able to see anything, the feeling of being restrained and helpless... it all brings back memories from the past rushing like an uncontainable flood.
My weak limbs from his sensual assault start trembling.
I try hard to suppress the flood of painful pictures from the past that is working hard to flash through my eyes, but I am unable to.
I remember the feeling of pain.
I remember settling for the pain.
Tears form in my eyes.
I start feeling claustrophobic. Just like I do when alone in an elevator or confined, dark space.
My breathing pattern becomes uneven, and before I can even think of taking another deep breath, he climbs on top of me, putting his body weight on me as he shifts.
His body is stark naked as I feel his cock poking the entrance of my vagina as he curls his fingers around my neck while grounding my waist with a firm grip of another hand.
"You're so beautiful, Belle," he pins my restrained wrists above my head with one hand and chokes me slightly with another, sending a rush of thrill and excitement inside me regardless of the messed up state I'm already in. "I am enjoying you bound and helpless. You're at my mercy. You can't see what I am doing. Can't do anything. Just feel what I want you to. It's heavenly."
