FAZER LOGINAndrea's POV"Please touch my pussy," I said, abandoning any pretense of pride. "Please, sir. I need you to touch me. Need your fingers, your mouth, your cock—anything. Please.""Much better." I felt his breath against my inner thigh, hot and deliberate. "Since you asked so nicely."Then his mouth was on me.I screamed at the first contact of his tongue against my clit. After the orgasm I'd just had, everything was oversensitive, and the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on me was almost too intense to bear."Too much?" he asked, pulling back slightly."No," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."He chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. "Greedy girl. I love it."His tongue returned to my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision. He knew exactly how I liked it now, knew the exact pressure and rhythm that drove me wild.His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as I tried to squirm against my restraints. The combination of the nipple clamps
Andrea's POVThe permission was all I needed. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, so intense that I screamed his name. My entire body convulsed, my pussy clamping down hard on his fingers, my back arching off the bed despite the restraints.Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, seemingly endless, amplified by the blindfold and the restraints and the complete surrender of control.Dante didn't stop. Kept his fingers moving, kept working me through it, drawing out every last second of pleasure until I was oversensitive and trembling."So beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful when you come apart for me."Finally, he slowed his movements, then carefully withdrew his fingers. I heard him suck them clean, groaning at the taste."Delicious," he said. "You taste fucking delicious, baby."I was still trying to catch my breath, my body still trembling with aftershocks. That had been intense—more intense than any orgasm I'd had before."Color?" Dante asked, his hand st
Andrea's POVMy breathing stopped entirely as I felt it slide under the side of my panties. Then I heard the fabric tear as he cut through it.He did the same on the other side, and then my ruined panties were being pulled away, leaving me completely naked and exposed."Much better," he said with satisfaction. "Now I can see all of you."The vulnerability of being completely naked while he was still mostly dressed, of being bound and blindfolded while he could see everything, should have made me feel powerless. Instead, it made me feel cherished. Safe. Like I was precious enough to unwrap carefully, to savor.I felt his hands on my thighs again, spreading them even wider this time. Then his fingers traced up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my center."So wet," he murmured. "So perfect. All for me."His finger finally, finally made contact with my pussy, running lightly through my folds. The touch was barely there, teasing, but it was enough to make me moan loudly."Sensit
Andrea's POVHe continued circling the ice around my nipple, occasionally pressing it directly against the peak, making me gasp and squirm. The sensations were overwhelming—the cold, the inability to see or move or do anything but feel, the knowledge that he was completely in control.Then the ice disappeared from my right breast, only to be replaced immediately by the wet heat of his mouth.The contrast was shocking. From freezing cold to burning hot in seconds, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his teeth grazing it gently. I moaned loudly, unable to help myself."That's it," he encouraged. "Let me hear you. Tell me how it feels.""So good," I gasped. "God, Dante, it feels so good."At the same time, I felt the ice touch my left nipple, the same torturous circles he'd done on the right. The dual sensations—ice on one side, his mouth on the other—were almost too much to process.He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, hard, while pressing the ice firmly against the left. I pulle
Andrea's POVI felt him stand up from the bed, heard his footsteps moving around the room. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Not being able to see what he was doing, where he was, what was coming next—it was both terrifying and exhilarating.Then I felt his weight on the bed again, felt the mattress dip as he positioned himself beside me."I'm going to touch you now," he said, his voice low and rough. "Slowly. Thoroughly. Learning every inch of your body. And you're going to lie there and take it. You're going to feel everything without being able to see it coming, without being able to touch me back. All you can do is feel and surrender. Understand?""Yes, sir," I whispered."That's my perfect girl. Now relax. Let go. And let me take care of you."His fingers touched my collarbone, feather-light and barely there. I gasped at the contact, my entire body hyper-sensitized to his touch.He traced along my collarbone slowly, exploring the line of it, then moved down to the valley be
Andrea's POVHe walked closer to me with slow, deliberate steps. Each footfall seemed to echo in the quiet room, building the tension, making my heart race faster with each second that passed.When he reached the side of the bed, he stopped and looked down at me. His dark eyes traveled over my body slowly, taking in every detail—my flushed cheeks, my rapid breathing that made my chest rise and fall, the way I was unconsciously squeezing my thighs together."Before we start," he said, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that made my stomach flip, "let's go over the rules one more time. I need to know you understand completely.""Okay," I whispered."Safe words. Red means?""Stop immediately. Everything ends.""Yellow means?""Slow down. Check in with me.""Green means?""Everything's good. Keep going.""Perfect." He took a sip of his whisky, his eyes never leaving mine. "And if you're gagged or can't speak for any reason, you snap your fingers three times in rapid succession.
Luca’s POVWe finally reached the address Marco had given me.The mansion sat far back from the road, hidden behind tall iron gates and rows of old trees that blocked most of the moonlight. It looked quiet. Too quiet. The kind of place that pretends to sleep while danger stays wide awake inside.Ma
Dahlia’s POVI wiped my face quickly, embarrassed by how raw I felt. “Come in.”The door opened, and Mrs. Cruz stepped inside.For a moment, I just stared at her. She didn’t belong here—in this sterile room full of machines and white walls. She belonged in the mansion. Somewhere warm and familiar.
Dante’s POVWhen Dahlia collapsed, it felt like the world tilted off its axis.One second she was standing, shaking, fighting to stay upright with pure will alone—and the next she was falling. Her body crumpled like it had finally given up on holding all that fear and pain inside. I rushed forward
Luca’s POVMy chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe. The weight of her words pressed down on me, heavy and terrifying and real. I thought of our child. Thought of the life we hadn’t even begun yet.“I promise,” I said without hesitation. My voice was steady now, even though my eyes burned. “On







