Tempted by Fate (The Fate Trilogy Book Two) (4 page)

“Your bedroom?” Although it had often been
the subject of my daydreams, I had yet to step foot in his room. He led me out
of the art studio and across the hall. I glanced around to see if anyone was
nearby—Victor didn’t seem to care that I was half-naked but I didn’t want to be
caught topless by Oscar or Karen. Thankfully neither was to be seen as he led
me to his bedroom.

I was surprised to find that he just had a
regular bedroom, although it was positioned towards the front of the mansion so
that he could easily see who was coming and going. A large four-poster bed sat
in the middle of the room and was adorned with dark red sheets and pillows.

What had I had been expecting? A giant
waterfall spilling into a heated swimming pool complete with servants feeding
us food and cocktails? His room was much more intimate.

“How do you want me, Sir?” I asked, squaring
myself in front of him and doing my best to sound seductive and sexy.

It was then that I noticed ropes tied to the
posts of the bed. The sight of them made my heart quicken. “What are those—” I
began but stopped as he covered my eyes with a dark cloth.

My senses immediately heightened as
everything disappeared around me. My heart began hammering in my chest as I
braced myself for the unknown. I heard Victor’s voice in front of me. “You said
you like it rough. I’m going to find out if you were telling the truth.”

His hands gripped my skirt as he pushed it
down my hips along with my panties. “Step out of your skirt.” I stepped
forward, stumbling out of the loose clothing.

“Did I not teach you how to walk with grace,
Dove?”  I was embarrassed by my clumsiness given Victor’s confidence, but
my excited curiosity eclipsed my self-doubt, and I soon felt desire heat up
inside me as I stood there naked, not knowing what he had planned for me.

“I’m sorry,” I gulped, growing hot with
anticipation as wetness began to trickle down my legs.

“Bend over.” I did so, feeling more exposed
than ever as the memory of our encounter in the elevator in Paris flooded over
me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like being told what to do—it turned me on more
than I thought possible—but I didn’t want to be some convenient outlet for him.
I suddenly felt a sharp, stinging blow to my ass that made me jump. As if he
could sense my hesitancy he said, “If I’m making you uncomfortable tell me to
stop, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, his words reassuring me.
I relaxed as I registered the sting of the spanking and the wave of lust it
sent through my body.

“How was that?”

God, the burn of the pain brought with it a
new burn of desire, and it was almost difficult to tell the two sensations
apart; my pussy was already starting to throb from the novelty of it. “Harder,”
I whispered daringly, and whatever he was using, came down and struck me again.
This time it brought me to my knees.

“Careful,” he said.

“No.” The pain was so delicious; I wanted
more and more, to be doused in the fiery sting of it. “I want more.”

He struck me again and again and each time I
cried out with passion. “No more,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my
chest and pulled me up. I stumbled after him as he led me to the bed, disappointed
that I would no longer be able to feel the slow heat that burned more intensely
with each spanking. He pulled me against him so that I could feel his erection
against my back. I lifted my legs and drew myself up onto the bed. The silk
sheets were cold against my feverish skin.

“Sit down on your legs,” he commanded.

I tucked my legs beneath me and waited
eagerly for his next move. Something tight was being tied around both my ankles
and my legs. He must be using the ropes I had seen around the bed posts; the
restricted sensation made my heart flutter with nervous excitement.

“Lean back.”

I bent backwards until my shoulders rested on
the sheets, my back arched just above them. My head, not having any support
beneath it, hung upside down beyond the foot of the bed. Blood immediately
rushed to my head as I felt him grab my hands and tie them behind my back so
that there was no way for me to upright myself. I squirmed a bit to test my
restraints; there was some leeway so my circulation was not cut off, but there
was no way in hell the ropes would give.

The rush of blood to my face made it feel
like the entire world was spinning, even though I couldn’t see it. My face felt
hot with the awareness that my pelvis was thrust straight in the air for Victor’s
viewing and pleasure.

“You are absolutely beautiful,” he said.

I felt my skin jump as something light glided
across my body, like tiny butterfly wings fluttering over my skin. I squirmed
as the tickling sensation created goosebumps down my body and heightened my
awareness of his touch. The toy he was using traveled down to my pussy where he
twirled it back and forth ruthlessly.  I wanted to thrust my hips out to
meet the toy and increase the desire he ignited in me, but I could do nothing
but moan into the darkness.

“Did you want something, Dove?”

He began working my breasts with his large
hands, pulling sharply at the tips of my already hardened nipples. I whimpered
as my back arched. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation seemed to electrocute my
body as something much harder than his fingers clamped down on both of my
nipples. I gasped, lifting my head up for a moment before gravity brought it
back down. I was ravished by a searing pain that jolted through my breasts, but
the pain was overwhelmed by the persistent calling of my burning pussy.

I cried out as he stimulated me endlessly. He
didn’t seem to have any desire to give me release. I wanted to yell at him,
call him names, but all I could spit out was, “Fuck!”

“What’s that?” His voice was crooning in my
ears as he began slapping my pussy with the palm of his hand.

“Please. Finger me, Sir. Put your cock in me.
I can’t take it anymore.”

I felt a shift in the mattress and something
hard and smooth pressing against my breasts, moving across the tips of my
nipples that were still under the mercy of the clamps. He moved his cock down
my belly where most of my blazing desire was building up. He entered me with
just the tip of his cock and pulled out immediately. I cried out, not caring
how pitiful it was to be so powerless before him. He stuck his tip in again,
this time keeping it inside me for a moment, thrusting back and forth only
slightly.

I felt like I was dying as he continued to
tease me. I needed a release badly and he was making sure I suffered every bit
of it. I was angry with him for torturing me but I couldn’t imagine ever
wanting anyone else, only my sweet, devilish Victor. “Please, put it deep
inside me!”

“Did I say you could order me around?” he
growled, but he shoved his cock as deep inside of me as it could go. I once
again screamed out and dug the nails of my clenched hands into my skin. He
gripped my protruding hips as he thrust the entire length of himself into my
body.

The rush of blood that surged towards my head
doubled, and my heart began beating like a loud drum against my ears as I felt
the inside of my body rise up with his every movement. Tears began forming in
my eyes, streaming down my forehead and into my hair as my body rocked with his
force and passion. I was practically sobbing as the fire between my legs
finally erupted and my walls clenched and unclenched around his cock. The
relief of the tension building inside of me was so overwhelming that I felt
like I was going to pass out.

Kisses ravaged my body as he pulled himself
out of me. I felt his large, muscular body lean forward to take the blindfold
away from my face. I laid there panting as the ties around my body loosened and
fell away.

“Easy now,” he said. His hand supported my
lower back as he slowly drew me up into a more comfortable seated position.

I stared at him wordlessly as I continued to
pant like I had just run a race. He took the clamps, which were two metal
fasteners attached together by a long chain, off of my nipples. I continued to
stare at him, stunned.

“I want to give you pleasure now,” I said
once I had caught my breath.

He smiled down at me. “You’ve already given
me that.” He guided my hands down to my pussy where it was covered in evidence
of our arousal. I looked down at the sticky mess on my fingers and brought it
to my mouth to suck on it, hoping it would please him. His smile widened and he
kissed me. “Lay down with me.”

I rested my head comfortably on his pillows,
and looked down at the faint marks left by the bindings on my arms and legs.
Just seeing them there was enough for me to feel turned on again. Victor
enveloped my body with his, and I was still so sensitive from the stimulation
that I felt every inch of his body pressed against my skin. He held me silently
as I closed my eyes.

Despite the nearly perfect moment, my mind
began to wander as we lay in bed. Even in the most peaceful of moments, I had a
hard time pressing the invisible button that would turn off my thoughts for a
while. My mind flashed back to the strange, Victorian house where I was brought
to get cleaned up and pampered before being offered a job. I had been in a room
with dozens of young women around my age. I remembered that they were young and
attractive like me.

My body tensed up. Was I just one of many
girls he had taken in this bedroom? Did I sleep on the same sheets that Evelyn
used to lie on? What was he going to say to me that morning in Paris? I tried
not to let those thoughts ruin the moment I had with Victor. I snuggled into
his embrace, all too aware of how well we fit together as we lay on our sides.
His hand rested on my breasts as his breath tickled my neck. I sighed and
wanted nothing more than for us to stay like this forever.

But dark, lingering thoughts still wormed
their way into the back of my mind, telling me that nothing could last forever.

The soft cloud of Victor’s sheets felt like
heaven against my back. I was wearing white pearls around my neck and nothing
else save the thin layer of sweat clinging to my body. Handcuffs were tightened
firmly around my wrists, not really hurting unless I tried to escape—which
after the past few days since first being introduced to his bedroom, I wouldn’t
dream of attempting.

Victor was relentless with his torturous
pleasure, and wouldn’t allow me to come unless he said so. God, it was
difficult with the way he would tease my body into convulsions as I tried to
restrain my impending orgasm. Ropes attached to the bed posts were tied around
my ankles, forcing my legs wide open, leaving my pussy exposed for his
enjoyment, and my own. When he finally let me come, I screamed as pleasure
wracked my body, my voice eventually dropping to a low moan to mirror my
orgasm.

I loved spending time in Victor Draper’s
bedroom.

Afterwards he loosened the holds on my
ankles, allowing me to gain some control of myself. The blindfold was still
around my eyes, leaving me guessing as to what he would do next.

Victor sent a flurry of kisses up and down my
body as I lay with my back on the bed. I wrapped my legs around his torso and
pulled him down on top of me. Finding his head, I pulled at his hair and buried
my face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his deep, masculine scent.

I could stay like this forever and not mind a
bit.

I felt Victor pull away and kiss the tip of
my nose. “We have a dinner party to go to tonight.”

My body was still reeling from pleasure. It
took a moment to process what he’d said. “What was that?”

“My company is throwing a party at a hotel
called
The Royal
in San Francisco and I want you to accompany me.” He
took the blindfold off and unlocked the handcuffs before pulling them
 away from my wrists. My wrists were slightly red where the metal had
rubbed them while I had squirmed. I had learned that I had a hard time keeping
still. I blinked at him and took in the sight of his completely naked body, his
perfectly shaped tight ass and his disheveled hair. His cock was still hard
from sex.

“Oh, I—”

“There’s a new dress for you to wear on your
bed. I expect you to be ready by six.”

“Yes, Sir.” I had been looking forward to
spending more time with Victor this evening in his bedroom. It was much more
enticing than being paraded around in front of strangers like a prized stallion
as I was in Paris, but I kept my mouth shut. If I wanted to stay under his
roof, he had the final authority. And after a few nights in his bedroom, I knew
I never wanted to leave.