Pt 1 - https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1672199
Pt 2 - https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1674094
Eleanor’s breath came in shallow pants as Dominic guided her toward the center of the room. The heavy candlelight flickered, casting jagged shadows against the antique wallpaper, the room itself seemingly bending under the weight of what was about to unfold.
He stood behind her, his broad frame a wall of heat against her exposed back. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles along her bare shoulders, sending a shudder rippling down her spine.
“You’re trembling again,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Eleanor swallowed hard, but she didn’t respond. She knew better by now.
Dominic’s grip suddenly tightened, his fingers digging into her shoulders, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of exactly who was in control.
“Speak,” he ordered, his voice like thunder wrapped in silk.
“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible.
He exhaled a dark chuckle. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir,” she corrected herself quickly, her pulse hammering.
“Good girl.” The praise sent an unexpected surge of pleasure through her, and she hated how much she craved it. How much she needed it.
Dominic stepped around her, his presence consuming every inch of space until she was left staring up at him. His fingers drifted up her throat, tilting her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“You’ve been starved for this, haven’t you?”
She hesitated, shame crawling up her chest, but she couldn’t deny it, not when her body had already betrayed her.
“Yes, Sir,” she admitted.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Then let’s see how hungry you really are.”
Without another word, Dominic turned and strode toward a dark wooden chest in the corner of the room. Eleanor’s stomach twisted in anticipation as he flicked it open, his fingers sifting through its contents.
When he returned, a length of silk was draped over his arm, and in his other hand, a coil of black rope.
Eleanor’s breath caught.
He stepped close again, his voice low and teasing. “What’s the matter, Eleanor? You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Dominic hummed in satisfaction, then lifted the silk and held it in front of her eyes. “Then close them.”
Eleanor hesitated only a moment before surrendering, her lashes fluttering shut. The next sensation was the soft, cool glide of fabric over her eyes as he tied the blindfold into place, the knot firm but not painful.
Darkness swallowed her.
Her world narrowed to sound and sensation, the whisper of Dominic’s breath, the rustle of his clothing, the faint creak of the floorboards as he shifted around her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You look even more exquisite like this. Helpless.”
A flush of heat rushed through her, pooling low in her belly.
She felt his fingers at her wrists next, guiding them behind her back. The first coil of rope tightened around her skin, firm but careful, the fibers rough against her delicate flesh. He worked methodically, wrapping and knotting until her arms were bound behind her, immobilized.
“You don’t get to touch me,” he said, his voice dipping into something dangerous. “You only get to feel what I allow.”
Eleanor’s breath hitched, the anticipation bordering on unbearable.
A long silence stretched between them. Then, something warm and wet flicked against her throat.
Her knees buckled.
Dominic caught her effortlessly, a dark chuckle vibrating against her skin. “So sensitive,” he mused. “I could play with you for hours.”
His mouth ghosted over her collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her pulse. Every touch sent shockwaves through her, her senses heightened by the deprivation of sight.
Then, just as quickly as he had touched her, he pulled away.
Eleanor let out a frustrated whimper before she could stop herself.
“Impatient,” he mused. “But I don’t reward impatience.”
Before she could process his meaning, she felt it, a sharp, stinging slap against the inside of her thigh. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of heat rushing through her body.
She gasped, her bound hands flexing uselessly behind her.
Dominic chuckled again, pleased with her reaction. “Let’s see how long you can last before you beg.”
His fingers skimmed lower, teasing, lingering, never quite giving her what she craved. Eleanor bit her lip, fighting the urge to arch into his touch.
But Dominic was patient. Calculated. And he was determined to make her break.
And Eleanor?
She wasn’t sure she wanted to be strong anymore. |
