As I lather soap through my hair, the events of last night dissolve, slipping away with the suds that spiral down the drain. The warm cascade of water from the oversized showerhead envelops me, a gentle embrace that soothes and cleanses. As I glide the bar of soap down my front, there’s a sting from fresh cuts, and I hiss in pain.
I glance at the door, left just slightly ajar, to see if Roman would give in to the need I know he feels just as strong as I do. But he doesn’t. My excitement, once bubbling under the surface of my skin, dwindles to nothing, extinguished as the water turns cold.
I shut off the water and reach for a towel, my thoughts a tangled web of uncertainty, replaying the hesitation in his eyes, the restraint in his movements.
This is so pointless.
He brought me here to keep me away from my parents.
As I step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around me, my breath catches at the sight before me. Roman’s back muscles flex as he finishes a knot, the ropes on his bed taut and secure. The door to his mysterious room is slightly ajar, hinting at secrets kept just out of reach.
Two thick, braided ropes stretch taut from the corners of his headboard, their coarse fibers stark against the dark wood. Each rope ends in a pair of metal cuffs, their cold steel gleaming dully in the low light, hanging open as if waiting to snap shut. Thecuffs sway ever so slightly, a silent promise of what could be, their weight pulling against the tension in the ropes.
A single blindfold, black as night and smooth as silk, rests atop the pillows. It lies there with an almost deliberate care, an invitation that teeters between seduction and surrender—or perhaps a test, a challenge for me to cross the threshold of his restraint.
The air in the room is cool, too cool, and it raises goosebumps on my skin. But it’s not just the temperature that causes me to shiver. It’s the sharp edge of anticipation that cuts through me, the electric undercurrent of tension that hums in the space between us, pulling tighter with every breath. I can feel it in the way the room seems to hold its breath, waiting as if the very walls are in on the secret we both refuse to speak aloud.
"Why so quiet?" Roman’s voice cuts through the room, devoid of the playful tone he usually carries. His words hang heavy as if daring me to respond, to cross the line he’s drawn.
Turning around, he places his ring on the nightstand, along with the cross he’d been wearing moments ago.
"Come here, Eden," He whispers, his voice a low, commanding hum that sends a shiver through me. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants unmistakable even from where I stand. "Unless you’re scared."
With a slow, deliberate step, I move closer, feeling the cool air brush against my skin as the towel loosens and drops to the floor, pooling around my ankles. The distance between us shrinks, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body as I stand before him. My breath hitches as I prepare to straddle his lap, already imagining the sensation of his lips on my skin.
Before I can settle into him, his hands are on me, not with tenderness, but with a roughness that catches me off guard. He shoves me onto the bed, his grip unyielding, his body pressing down against mine. The strain in his jeans is hard against my thigh, a stark reminder of the desire he’s barely keeping in check.
His hand wraps around my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to hold me in place, his thumb brushing along my pulse. His tongue traces a slow, burning path down my neck, each kiss a brand that sears into my skin. When he reaches my ear, his breath is hot, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
"If you really want me, Eden," He whispers, his voice a rough rasp that vibrates against my earlobe before he nips it sharply, sending a jolt through my body. "We have to get that pretty pussy prepared for it so you’re still able to walk once I’m done. I won’t be gentle. Understand that now before we go any further."
His words shock me, a raw mixture of fear and excitement tangling in my chest. Before I can react, his hands move with practiced speed, fastening the cuffs around my wrists. The metal bites into my skin as he tightens them, my arms pulled above my head, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath him.
The ropes, once an abstract possibility, now bind me to the bed, the cold steel of the cuffs a stark contrast to the heat pooling in my core. His eyes cloud with intensity as he looks down at me, all traces of restraint gone, replaced by a hunger that both terrifies and thrills me.
I can feel the pulse of anticipation, the tension between us reaching a fever pitch, as Roman’s control slips further away with every breath he takes. He’s no longer the composed priest nor the man who brought me here to protect me from theworld outside. Here, in this moment, he’s something else entirely—something primal, something I’m not sure I’m ready to face but can’t bring myself to resist.
"Roman—" I begin, but my words are cut off as his fingers clamp down on my nipples, delivering sharp pinches that send shockwaves of sensation through my body. My voice dissolves into a gasp, any protest dying on my lips.
"No talking," He commands, his tone leaving no room for defiance. He holds my legs firmly, his grip unyielding as he fastens cuffs around my ankles, pulling them tight until I can feel the strain in my leg muscles. He flips me onto my stomach, my ankles drawn out so far apart that I’m left completely exposed and vulnerable to him.
My ass is fully bared to him. My face presses into the softness of his sheets, the scent of him surrounding me intoxicating and overwhelming. The position is degrading, yet there’s a thrill in the helplessness of the way he’s taken control, leaving me at his mercy.
"What are you doing?" I manage to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement that courses through me like a blazing fire. I can feel him behind me, his presence looming, powerful. Though he still wears his pants, the weight of his body presses down on me, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in close.
"I'll stop once you've completed a Hail Mary," He murmurs, his voice dark and full of promise.
"Stop what?" I ask, but before I can grasp what he means, the blindfold from the pillow slides over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The loss of sight heightens my other sense, and Ifeel the tension coil tighter within me, every sound, every touch magnified.
"You’ll know," He whispers, his voice a tantalizing threat that sends a shiver down my spine. His hand glides over the curve of my ass, gentle at first, teasing. My body responds instinctively, my pussy beginning to throb with need, aching to be filled with his fingers, his cock, anything that’s Roman’s.
There’s a moment of stillness, a pause that stretches into eternity, where I’m left teetering on the edge of something unknown, the tension between us a living thing, pulsating, waiting to break free. And in that silence, the only sound is the quickening beat of my heart, the ragged breaths I try to steady, and the promise of what’s to come.
The sound reaches me before the sensation does—Roman’s spit, a warm, slick liquid that lands between my folds. The warmth spreads, and then his fingers follow, gliding slowly over my yearning heat. I bite down on a moan, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I strain against the binds that keep me helplessly in place. His fingers tease, tormenting me with every slow pass over my slick folds, never once dipping inside where I need him most.
"When I finally stretch this pretty pussy out, you're going to take every inch of me," He murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl that sends shivers down my spine. "You’ll feel me pounding into you, filling you up, claiming you..."
As he speaks, something cold and smooth touches my back, a startling contrast to the heat of his words. The object drags across my skin, leaving a trail of icy anticipation in itswake.
