The Devil himself.That’s how he appeared the first time he had me under his spell one room over all those months ago.
“Strip.” The one word is spoken with so much authority, it has goosebumps spreading along my flesh.
“Always so bossy,” I quip, not moving a muscle. Not yet, at least.
Laughing, the sound dark, he closes the distance between us until he’s a mere hairsbreadth away from me. Mateo’s bottomless eyes drink me in as one hand rests flat against the door beside my head, his other coming up to my face, thumb rubbing mindlessly against my cheek. “This may be new for you,cariño, getting punished. But let me let you in on a little secret,mi amor…”
Tipping my chin up with his fingers, our eyes meet. I’m hypnotized, unable to look away even if I wanted to as he wraps me up in his web, covering me with his spell. The longer I stand here in his presence, the idea that I can keep this purely physical starts to feel more like a lie to myself than anything.
This thing between us, whatever it is, has never beenjust physical. Not even that first time.
“When I give you an order,” he continues, reminding me why I’m standing here. “You obey, or the punishment will only be harder. Do you understand me?”
Swallowing thickly, I nod as best as I can, despite the unforgiving grip he has on my chin.
Mateo smirks, his eyes narrowing. “Wonderful. Now,strip.”
This time, when he steps back, putting some distance between us, I do as he asks. First my shirt, then my pants. My gaze lifts, meeting his questioningly as my fingers pause on the waistband of my boxers. He nods, and I shove them down, kicking them to the side until I’m left standing before him wearing nothing but tantalizing desire.
His eyes drink me in, and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth when his perusal lands on my hard, jutting out cock. What I’d give to replace his teeth with my own right now. Lifting a brow, he murmurs, “You listen so well when you want to.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, fighting the urge to tell him to fuck off.
Checking me out for a beat longer, Mateo tips his head toward the corner of his room, my eyes following the direction. “Go stand in front of the cross.”
“You can’t be serious,” I deadpan, not budging.
“Oh,cariño,” he coos. “You’re in for such a rude awakening.”
My eyes drag from his, to the black-and-red tufted leather cross sitting in the corner of the room like a fucking statement. Each arm of the cross has a set of leather cuffs attached, ready to strap its next victim to the contraption. My body trembles, a chill racing down my spine as I chance one more glance at Mateo before fumbling my way over to where I’m supposed to be.
I’m starting to regret coming here.
I don’t think I’m going to survive the wrath of Mateo.
He steps up behind me, footsteps lighter than a feather, startling me. An arm wrapped around my middle, he pulls me into his body, my back against his front, as he peppers the curve of my neck with kisses. His scent wafts around me; marijuana, vanilla, and horrible fucking decisions.
His lips hover over the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my already overheated flesh. “If you’re a good boy for me,cariño, you’ll be rewarded in spades.” Goosebumps pebble every inch of my body as he adds, “Now, hands up, baby. Let’s strap you in.”
33
TRAVIS
This is so fucked up. A thin sheen of sweat covers my naked body, my wrists and ankles are secured to this cross using leather cuffs, and my backside is exposed to whatever fuckery Mateo is about to put me through.
I should be horrified. Embarrassed. Furious.
But I’m not.
I’m so unbelievably horny. I feel alive, like every inch of flesh is made up of live wire, my blood infused with electricity. My body is a hair-trigger, certain to go off with the barest of touches.
Rampageby gizmo is pulsing and vibrating through the speakers, the LED lights casting the room in a familiar red glow, and I can’t quite make out what Mateo is doing behind me with the way I’m strapped into the cross. My heart pounds nearly as fast as the beat of the song, my hands clammy, and my dick throbbing with arousal.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge, skin prickling with awareness as Mateo crowds my back, his body heat radiating against mine. “There are a few things we need to go over before getting started.” His hot, minty breath fans my skin, a shiver racking through me. “First things first, paddle or flogger?”
Confusion has my brows knitting together. “What?”
He chuckles, the sound gruff as it washes over my body. “Would you prefer I use a paddle on you,cariño, or a flogger?”
