Nobody's Perfect (40 page)

Sweat broke out on her forehead, but Damián didn't seem to notice her distress. He knotted the rope to several anchor points up and down each side of the table and soon he had the rope crisscrossed between her breasts and another rope across her abdomen. She tried to raise her torso and hips up but couldn't move.

"Deep breath,
querida
. I want to make sure it's not too tight."

When she didn't respond fast enough, he tweaked her nipple. She drew a shaky breath, and he smiled

"That's my girl."

Her nipple engorged, causing heat to diffuse into her face. When he pulled her left thigh up and outward, spreading her open even farther, she tried to fight him by pushing her leg down.

He stopped, but her leg remained in the air, cradled by his hand behind her thigh, just above the knee. "What is it? Have I hurt you?"

Savi shook her head.

"What's going on then?"

That's what she wanted to know. "Please, Sir. Tell me what you're going to do."

"You need to trust me, Savita."

She gave him a feeble nod. "I'm trying."

"Have I ever gone beyond your hard limits?"

"No. Thank you, Sir. But—why do I have to be on this kind of table?" The only reason she could think of was to be splayed open. She shuddered.

"It's not for you to ask, but because I want you to remain calm at this point, I'll explain. I'm going to bring back some of those bad memories you released last week—from the time you were tortured in the penthouse."

She remembered having her legs raised, spread open, and restrained to the headboard—
ropes, quirt, electricity
. As much as she hated those things, the implements weren't the reason for her distress at all.

He smiled and reached out with his free hand to stroke her cheek. "You've come a long way in a short time, Savi. Don't bail on me now. This is an important test of your trust in me."

"I do trust you."
Mostly.
"I just don't like being restrained like this."

"I thought we were beyond your fear of restraints."

He'd restrained her in other ways many times, but he'd never splayed her open. How to explain the actual problem? "I mean with my legs spread open like this. Promise you won't touch or look at my…pussy?" She still blushed when she referred to her private area that way.

He sighed. "Will you trust me to remember your limits, Savita, and fully surrender your body to me?"

Surrender.

"I trust you, Sir. I'll try, but..."

Damián bent his head to her face and pressed his lips hard against hers in another show of possession. She thought he might cover her mouth and steal her breath away again, but he kissed her briefly, stood, and reached down to tweak her nipple. Harder this time.

The sadists had used Shibari rope-tying techniques on her breasts, coiling the bindings tightly at the base of each. The exposed tips of her breasts had become swollen and hypersensitive, which she noticed whenever one of them reached out to twist her nipple.

Savi blinked back to the present. She wasn't in the penthouse. She was with Damián. She wished he would stop touching her like that, though.

As if he'd read her thought, he frowned. "Whose nipple, Savi?"

She sighed. "Yours, Sir."

Trust him completely. Submit.

Drawn into his warm, chocolate-colored eyes, she relaxed her leg into his hand. "My body is yours, Sir."

"Thank you,
querida
, for your most precious submission."

Not waiting for her to change her mind, he lifted her thigh higher in the air and outward, then grabbed the chain dangling from the D-ring on the thigh cuff and clamped it to the side of the table. He had fully exposed her pussy and ass to his view. All he had to do was move to the end of the table. How could he not look?

How could he not see her shame?

He stroked her hair. "Relax,
bebé
. Trust me. I'm restraining you like this so I can make sure you can't move and won't get hurt."

How could she relax when he was so close to discovering—?

Hurt?

"Now, for a little improvisation." Damián glanced up at her and smiled. "Give me your hand, Savi."

She lifted her unrestrained hand off her belly and extended it to him. He picked up the bundle of rope he'd laid between her breasts earlier, warm from her body heat, and shook it loose. Similar to the claw design Adam had used, he entwined the rope just above her wrist and ran it down and in between each of her fingers. With the end, he fashioned a thick knot and carefully positioned it over the palm pad between her middle and index fingers. He released her hand. What did he have in mind?

She didn't have long to wonder.

"Touch your breasts."

"Wha—?" Remembering that he hadn't asked her a direct question, she quirked her head, leaving the question unfinished but clear.

He glared at her. "I. Said. Touch your breasts. I want you to pull on your nipples, pleasure yourself as you do when you're alone."

She'd never touched herself like that.

When she remained frozen, Damián went to the bag and pulled out the quirt. "Savi. Are you willfully ignoring an order from your Top?"

Memories of how the quirt had made her inner thighs raw all those years ago made her insides quiver. She tentatively slid her hand up her abdomen to her left breast and took the nipple between her thumb and index finger. She squeezed and rolled it the way Damián sometimes did, not sure exactly how she was supposed to do this.

"Pull your nipple away from your body."

Her gaze remained riveted on Damián. She pulled the nipple taut, stretching her breast upward.

"Release it."

She let go, and her breast regained it's natural shape.

"Again."

Savi licked her suddenly dry lips, and Damián's gaze zeroed in on her mouth. She pulled at her nipple again and released it, imagining he was the one pulling on it with his fingers—or teeth. She grew warmer but still didn't truly feel anything. What did he want her to feel? Damián's breathing quickened, became shallower. The knowledge that he was getting turned on by watching her sent a tremor through her body. No one had ever asked her to pleasure herself before, much less watched her do so.

"Breathe, Savita." Damián's stern command reminded her to take a breath, but her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she couldn't keep her mind on her breathing. She needed to calm herself down. If he gave another command, she wouldn't be able to hear it.

I can't do this.

Damián set the quirt across her belly and stood between her legs. Her hand froze before she realized he was standing too close to see the thing she most wanted to hide.

"Look at me, Savi."

She locked gazes with him.

"What do you feel?"

"Nothing, Sir. I feel numb."

He nodded and roughly scraped his blunt fingernails against the skin on the backs of her legs, raising gooseflesh wherever he touched. Her skin tingled.

"Roll your nipple."

She complied.

"Harder."

When she applied more pressure, his fingertips rounded her hips and scraped her butt cheeks. A jolt of electricity shot through her breast to her privates. Her eyes opened wider. She'd felt that! Damián's gaze drifted from her face to the nipple she wasn't even touching, which was becoming erect. He smiled and looked into her eyes, but remained true to his word. He didn't look at or touch her pussy.

Damián's fingernails continued to abrade the skin on her thighs and butt. She held her breath, but he always drew away before touching her pussy.

She relaxed.

Reaching for the loose end of the rope tied to her wrist and hand, Damián tugged slowly and drew her hand down toward him. She released her nipple when she couldn't stand for it to stretch any further. Slowly, her hand crossed her abdomen, skimming over the ropes he'd used to lace her to the table. She provided some resistance as he drew her hand over her mons, but the displeasure on his face caused her to relent.

Seconds later, the palm of her hand lay splayed over her mons. He made adjustments to the rope tethered at the lower end until the knot on her palm pressed firmly against her pussy lips, just over her clit. Savi tried to pull her hand away once more, but he answered her movement by tying the rope more taut at the lower end of the table. She had nowhere to go.

Damián stepped away, and she panicked before realizing her fingers and hand covered her shame from his sight. His improvised scene left her just barely within her hard limit, but within it nonetheless. The man had a devious mind.

He folded his arms across his chest and leaned his back against the door, his gaze on the hand between her legs. "Take your fingers, and open your pussy lips."

Heat crept up her neck. Other than washing herself in the shower, she'd never touched herself there in a sexual way when alone, much less while a man watched her. When she remained still, he pierced her with his gaze.

"Masturbate for me, Savi. Now."

Her face grew hot as her embarrassment spread. "I…I don't know how."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You mean you've never even—?"

"No! And I don't want to now either!" She struggled to pull her hand away but only managed to stroke herself with each movement.

Damián chuckled, the rat bastard. "Relax. Take a deep breath." Maybe he was going to release her. Instead, he stepped away and went over to his toy bag. "Do. Not. Move. I don't want to miss anything."

She tried not to hyperventilate as he rummaged around. When he turned toward her again, he had retrieved a phallic-shaped, light-blue vibrator and held it up to her.

"Do you know what this is?"

She hadn't just crawled out from under a rock, but wasn't about to admit to him that she'd never seen one in person. "Yes. Of course I do."

He smiled. "Good." He turned a switch on a small blue box he held in his other hand, and she heard the vibrations before he clicked it off again.

"You're not putting that thing inside me!"

He shot daggers at her. "Savi, remember your place and who is in control of this scene." He glanced at the quirt resting on her abdomen. "We've been through this enough times tonight. Another outburst and I'll use the quirt to work on teaching you some how to better discipline your mind—and your mouth."

"I'm sorry, Sir." She wasn't really afraid of the pain of the quirt; she just didn't want to displease him. The vibrator, however, was another story. That scared her. If he wasn't going to insert it into her vagina, what exactly did he have in mind?

She didn't have long to wonder. He set the remote on the cabinet and picked up a bundle of thin rope from the cabinet beside him. With a few twists and pulls, he had the vibrator strapped to the back of her hand, looking like a rocket about to launch between her legs.

Savi closed her eyes.
Oh, dear lord.
With the click of the remote, the vibrator roared to life again. Her entire hand began to pulse against her mons, her clit, and the middle finger tingled as it pressed against the opening of her vagina.

"Look at me."

With reluctance, she opened her eyelids and stared into his piercing eyes.

"Please my body, Savita." His voice was low, just above a whisper. "Please
me
."

Mesmerized by his eyes, she begged him silently to tell her how. She wanted to please him. "Spread the lips of pussy and place your middle finger inside that tight hole."

How did he know if it was still tight? Probably not, after having a baby. But he kept his gaze on her, so she took her fingers and pushed the labia aside, keeping her finger where the brand could remain hidden. She never took her gaze off Damián as she pushed the tip of her finger against her opening. She paused at the resistance there.

"Harder. Push it inside."

The vibrations slowed to a lower frequency, and she actually felt the sensation more intensely than when it was vibrating faster. She pressed her middle finger against her hole and pushed past the snug opening until her finger was inserted to the first knuckle. The muscles clenched around her as the vibrating knot in the rope pressed harder against her clit.

Zing!

Savi's eyes opened wider. Damián's smile confirmed he knew what had happened. Oh, God.
I can't do this.

"Deeper. Push it in."

Obey him.
She pressed her finger to the next knuckle; the vibrations spread throughout her pelvis and into her thighs.

"Two fingers inside. Now."

She pressed her index finger against the opening to her pussy and pushed it inside. Damián's eyes remained locked on her face, rather than what her fingers were doing. Somehow that made it easier for her to free her inhibitions more. She pushed her fingers in as far as she could at this angle.

"Finger-fuck yourself, Savi."

His dirty words startled her. The electrical pulses between her clit and pussy fired even faster. She withdrew her fingers, relieving the pressure of the knot against her clit, before plunging her fingers back inside her wet pussy.

"Again, Savi. Don't stop. Faster."

Savi increased the rhythm, feeling a pressure building up inside her. She wished it were Damián's hands on her again.

"Close your eyes, bebé. Give in to the sensations."

Savannah’s clit throbbed.
Please, touch me again
. She’d never asked a man for what she wanted; she wouldn’t start now.

Savi blinked herself back into the moment. She wouldn't zone out. Why did her mind keep returning to that beach cave?

"I said, close your eyes." She'd displeased him. She closed her eyes again.

"Good. Now breathe through your mouth. Take your wet finger and move it to your clit, Savi. Imagine it's my tongue on your clit—stroking the sides of your swollen hood."

“Please, let me taste you.”

Savannah's face grew hotter. He was begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head and watched as he smiled before lowering himself to her again. When his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded. Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.