Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part XVII

| DAISY |

Once the elevator dings and we arrive at the top floor, Vito takes my hand, leading me round a corner.

We stop at a large door and I watch him loosen his tie, pulling it from around his neck and shoving it in his pocket.

"What are you showing me?" I ask, curiosity building.

His voice is low, "do you trust me?"

I bite my lip, unsure what to say. I shouldn't trust a man like him, not when he's kidnapped me and practically forced me to be with him. Of course I don't trust him.

"Yes." I lie.

Grabbing me by the shoulders, Vito spins me around  so my back is against his front. Before I have the chance to protest, he wraps his tie around my eyes, blocking off my vision completely.

I let out a small gasp when I feel his lips against my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.

"I will show you," he rasps, "but not with your eyes."

The door creaks open and I feel my arousal already coating my panties as he guides into the room. I can't see anything, but the air feels hot and intimate, especially with Vito pressed so closely against me.

All of a sudden his body heat leaves me and I'm stood there longing for his touch.

"Strip." His voice comes from the other side of the room.

All I can hear is my breathing and his footsteps against the wooden floor as I unzip my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I can hear him walking towards me, watching me slide off my shirt and unclasp my bra, leaving me stood there in just my thong.

"Everything." He demands, and I can feel his scorching gaze.

I hook two fingers in my thong and slowly lower it down my legs, attempting to step out of the leg loops despite my lack of vision.

Vito, who's now directly in front of me, ties both my hands together with what feels like a belt. I don't fight him, or even resist, I'm far too curious and turned on to care what he does to me.

My breath hitches when he pulls my hands up above my head and attaches them to something, connecting me to the ceiling.

I subconsciously pull on the restraints as I try to balance on my tippy toes but my attempts are futile and result in me swinging about hopelessly.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" I whisper, breathless.

Vito doesn't respond and so I listen out for the sound of his footsteps. Nothing.

"Vito?"

Just as the words slip from my tongue, something hard and leathery whips at my outer thigh.

"AHH!" I scream out instinctively, my body flinching away from Vito's torture tool "What was that for?"

I finally hear his footsteps, "in here you are to address me as sir."

With my vision cut off I'm hyper aware of my heart beating, thumping so loud Vito can probably hear how nervous I am.

"Understood?" He prompts.