Serendipity

Chapter 61

Elodie

I squeal, flying through the air a good few seconds before my back lands on the soft mattress of Raffaele's bed. I bounce twice due to the force he sent me flying and when I wipe my hair out of my face to glare up at him, I catch him staring down at me patiently.

I lift my upper body up on my elbows behind me but before I can say anything, Raffaele tsks. "I think you've done enough, my little one. Don't you agree?" he asks, his voice firm and dark in a way that elicits an ecstatic kind of fear within me.

He steps closer to the edge of the bed, momentarily making me forget his question. When one of his brows rises almost daringly, I find my tongue though. "No idea what you're talking about," I lie, my voice laced with fake boredom.

Raffaele's responding smile makes my heart skip a beat, though I try not to let it show. We're playing now and it's my job to make this as hard as possible for him. Which in turn hopefully gets him to be as hard on me as possible.

I'm a brat, sue me.

"Little liar, aren't you? Let me sum things up for you. First, you drag me to that party, which I can turn a blind eye to due to your good intentions. Then you walk off and get yourself in trouble. Finally, you make it your mission to hurt me as I take you home," he explains calmly.

"I wouldn't call it taking me home. More like dragging me off," I mumble under my breath, my balls not big enough for anything else. Raffaele tries his best to hide his amusement and changes tactics.

"Take off that dress for me, won't you?" he says, daring me to disobey with a single look.

"Do it yourself," I protest.

"Sweet, silly Elodie. You should know better by now. Each time you misbehave from now on only adds to your punishment. Stop making things worse for yourself." Despite the obvious warning, my body's response is clear. Whatever dark thing he's planning to do with- or to- me, I'll gladly take. Hell, I crave it. Long for a chance to turn off my head and give over control fully.

"What exactly does said punishment entail?" I ask.

"Your dress, Elodie. I don't like repeating myself," he insists firmly. Fine, then. With a smirk adorning my face, I slowly find the hem of my dress and shimmy out of it as teasingly as I can. That leaves me in nothing more than my panties, seeing as my smartass already took off my shoes in the car.

Now Raffaele's gaze is locked on the small white triangle made of such a flimsy fabric it barely covers my pussy intently enough it makes me burn up like an actual touch.

"Cat stole your tongue?" I tease him, spreading my legs wider to reveal what's really special about this underwear. That's right, crotchless.

"Deciding if this little getup you wore in public should get punished or rewarded. Luckily, your mouth just got you into more trouble." In a casual matter and with the air of a man with all the time in the world, he slowly takes off his own clothes and places them neatly on the bedside table. All the while I am almost fully naked and spread out for him.

I don't mind, though, the anticipation makes my blood hum in my veins. By the time Raffaele climbs onto the bed, moving my legs apart wider and kneeling down in between them, I'm already drenched.

"You walked off. You hurt me. You were mouthy. You didn't obey my order to take off the dress. You were mouthy again. That's five, correct?" he asks, hands finding my thighs and casually stroking them. I nod.

"Repeat it, little one," he urges.

"Walked off, hurt you, mouthy, dress, mouthy," I reply, faking rebellion by raising my chin defiantly.

"Very good. Now, if things become too much and you want me to stop, you say red, got it? Stop will make me ask. Red means it's over. You got the power, got it?" he asks gently, still caressing my thighs. I nod again, getting more and more eager to find out what the hell he has planned for me.

"Very well. Close your eyes," he commands. This time, I obey easily, accepting my punishment happily. I can feel the bed dip beneath me as he gets off and hear his steps somewhere right to the bed. He opens a drawer. I hear multiple different noises, something chain-like among them.

My nerves prick, the urge to open my eyes almost unbearable. Yet I force myself to keep it up.

"So you do know how to be a good girl. What a revelation," Raffaele says from much closer than I'd thought. I hold my breath, eyes shut tightly even as the need to open them just to be defiant rises.

One of his hands encircles my right ankle and lifts it only to set it down on some new material. I'm confused at first, and even when the shackles close snugly around my skin, I don't recognize it. Only when both of my ankles are shackled and I try to move them further apart or closer together do I realize I no longer can.

"You own a spreader bar?" I ask without thinking about it.

"Did some shopping," Is the reply I get. "Lift your head," comes next. I do as I'm told, unsurprised when a silky blindfold is tied around my head. When it's secured and Raffaele has made sure it fits comfortably, I release a shuddering breath. He's no longer touching me. Not making a sound at all and the sudden lack of him is enough for me to contemplate saying something just to calm my nerves.

Then again, I love the suspense.

"What a beautiful picture you paint, little whore. Your legs spread wide and those damned crotchless panties. I can see all of you so perfectly like this. See your wet, swollen flesh. You're ready for me already, aren't you? And I haven't even touched you." His voice is smooth velvet and pure sin wrapped together and a small whimper escapes me involuntarily.

I truly am at his mercy right now and I can't imagine anything better.

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