His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 49

My little wife was rope drunk, her mind going to that sweet space where she could let go completely. Her body was relaxed, yielding perfectly to her bondage.

I leaned forward and pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, nose, and lips. I was rewarded by a little whimper. The sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

My hand ran down her chest, checking that the rope wasn’t cutting off circulation before I grabbed another length. “I’m going to tie your legs, baby.”

It had been a while since I’d done rope—at least, with an intimate partner. I used my skills frequently to torture my enemies.

But nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of tying Sofiya.

I’d researched how to modify rope for Ehlers-Danlos, even talking to one of the riggers at the club who had experience with EDS. Sofiya’s EDS meant that she was extra flexible, but I would need to be careful not to push her body into positions that would put a strain on her muscles or risk dislocation or inflammation of the joints. Her skin might also mark more easily—there had been some bruising when I spanked her—so I used soft leather cuffs for her wrists. The last tie I wanted to do was a mermaid tie on her thighs, which would hold her legs together.

I stayed focused on what I was doing, even though my cock was rock hard and pressing painfully against my pants. Sofiya looked like a fucking goddess in her chest harness, and I kept checking her for any signs of distress. My heart was pounding, both from my excitement and arousal, but also the edge of anxiety I carried—the fear of doing something wrong and hurting her.

I finished tying her legs, the pattern highlighting her creamy thighs.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured.

I wedged my hands between her glorious legs and cupped her pussy. My cock grew even harder at the feel of her slick heat drenching my hand. “You’re soaked for me.”

She whimpered again and tried to arch against my touch, but the ropes held her fast. “Please. Please, Matteo. I need…” She moaned as I ground the heel of my hand into her pussy.

“I love hearing you beg. Love hearing you so desperate for me.” I pushed one finger inside her, groaning at how she squeezed around me. “I’m going to take you like this. Your sweet legs tied together, trying to keep me out.” I ran my nose down the column of her throat, breathing in her sweet scent tinged with salt. “And you’ll lie there and take it, because you don’t have a choice.” I gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. “But you’ll fucking love it.”

She shuddered and whined and struggled against her bondage until I took mercy on her. I gripped her hips tightly, checking one more time that the rope wasn’t pinching or cutting off circulation, before thrusting fully inside her.

Sofiya let out a choked scream.

“That’s right, scream for me, tesoro. Scream for the way my cock is forcing its way into your cunt.” I could barely form words. This was the tightest she’d ever felt, even tighter than our first time. Sweat dripped down my back as I thrust again, trying to fully seat myself inside her.

“Matteo,” she cried out. “More.”

I let out a curse and leaned down, our lips meeting with desperation.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly. I need you to come with me.”

She whined as I pinched her nipples, her cunt squeezing around my cock. I circled her clit with my thumb, silently begging her to come before I made a fool of myself. Just as my spine was tingling and I was seconds away from blowing my load, she came with a cry. I gasped a sigh of release and let go, filling her tight, hot cunt with my cum.

Her eyes locked with mine, wide and glassy with pleasure. We breathed in the same air, our hearts beating in time, and I had never been this connected to another being in my entire life.

We stayed in that trance even as I pulled out, removed the rope, rubbed lotion into her soft skin, and held her close.

“Thank you for making me feel so safe,” she said, her lips brushing against the tattooed word “lealtà” on my chest.

I pressed my face to the top of her head, breathing in deeply. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, say it out loud, but she made me feel safe,