Page 96 of Enforcer
Tonight will be the first time it gets broken into, however. Though, I think the Don will forgive me.
I cleanedup and packed up some toys and rope from my special closet in the third spare bedroom, and now I’m jimmying open the window in the kitchen of Slate’s house.
Slate had me assess all the properties this year for security; this window is on the list to be fixed.
For now, however, I’ll use it to my advantage.
I nearly knock over a lamp once I’m inside.
I wince, listening to see if Alyssa is still awake. Oddly, I don’t even hear the low murmur of television filtering through the house. She usually slept with it on with me.
I close the window as gently as possible and heft my black bag over my shoulder as I kick off my shoes and pad up the ornate marble staircase to where I assume she’s asleep in one of the rooms.
I find her face down in what used to be Slate’s bedroom. One of her legs is out of the covers, and I follow its path up with my gaze. A supple ass cheek is lying bare, her underwear having ridden up as she’s tossed in her sleep.
She sleeps like a fish out of water at night.
Peeling the covers slowly, I take in every beautiful curve.
She murmurs something in her sleep as I drop my bag and get my rope to begin my work.
I work her feet together to tie them, and abruptly, I’m halted as Alyssa flips over onto her back, one leg lying straight and one cocking up in the air.
I purse my lips but get a better idea and set to work.
Tying a basic heel weave over her heel and foot, I then work it up over her knee to tie her leg in a bent position. I work the rope over her thighs, knotting it down the sides as I go along. When I’m done, only I know how to pull the right way to release her, and she can’t straighten her leg.
When I lift the other, I think I wake her, but she snorts and drifts back off to sleep as I get the other tied the same.
Shibari is a favorite pastime of mine, and my little tesoro will learn what it means to be at my mercy tonight.
I only hope she’s ready.
I work carefully to get leather cuffs on her wrists and then connect them to the metal bed frame above her head, and when I hear her coming around, it’s the perfect time.
Because my work is done.
“What the fuck? Oh God, who are you? No, no, no,” she panics as she can’t see me in the dark and realizes how immobile she is.
“Help!” she screams, but I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling it.
“Now, tesoro, is that any way to treat the man that you miss?”
Her scream dies into a breath behind my hand, and I remove it.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
The patter of her heart is bleeding into my chest where I lay over her body, my cock answering with its own pulse as it presses into her center.
“I told you I was going to tie you up and torture you. I am a man who keeps my promises,” I answer, reaching between us and shoving her panties to the side.
“Dante,” she breathes. “I don’t know if I like this. I feel too… too out of control.”
“Mm, I worried about that. You want a safeword, minaccia?”
“Back to menace now?” she breathes, her head lifting as her lips dust over mine.
It’s beautiful torment, the torrent that waves invisibly between us. It’s addictive, like that first taste of your favorite ice cream to curb a craving.