Page 92 of Jackpot Joker

“Yes.” My voice is husky with desire when I answer, and Dario must enjoy it because his gorgeous smile is on his face as he steps in front of me. He tips my chin up and places a kiss against my lips. I melt into it, but he takes a step back.

“This room has several”—he moves his head from side to side—“tools to be used. I want you to look around and let me know if any of them are off-limits.”

My eyes dart around the room before looking up to him. “Nothing is off-limits. I trust you.”

The words must do something to him because his kiss is deeper this time as he crushes his lips to mine, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling me in closer to him. I widen my mouth for him to deepen the kiss and explore. Dario’s tongue is sinful and able to do amazing things to my body, but the way it licks inside my mouth as though he wants to consume me is my favorite way to experience it.

When Dario pulls his lips from mine, he presses his forehead to my own, sucking in air like he’s out of breath. “You have no idea how much it means to me to have earned that trust, angioletta, but there are things in this room you may have never used before, and I need to know you’re okay with it. I’m afraid I’ll lose control. My desires can go a bit dark.”

It’s my turn to run my hands up his muscular arms, and when I reach his face, I cup it with both hands, pulling it from mine so I can stare into his chocolate eyes. “You’ve brought light into my life since the first day we met, and it was something I didn’t even know I needed at the time. I’m thankful for your light. I love your light.” I press a soft kiss to his lips. “But I crave your darkness, too.”

A wicked smile spreads across his face, and my stomach flips as I realize why this angelic man was cast from the heavens. My body pulses in need as he rakes his eyes over my body.

“Untie your coat.”

Choosing to wear a trench coat in the desert during the early fall is definitely a choice, but I didn’t want anything to risk messing up what I’m wearing underneath. I tug at the knot tied at my waist, opening the black coat and allowing Dario to see one of the other Arabella Reign pieces I purchased.

The black set is definitely more bold than anything else I’ve worn. The satin strips branch out in an intricate pattern across my skin, and Dario drinks in my body like I’m a gift ready for him to unwrap. The sheer panels and cutouts at my breasts and between my thighs do very little to hide my arousal as I watch his tongue dart out in appreciation.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, and I’m going to have such a good time marking this gorgeous body of yours.”

A shudder runs through me, and I arch into his touch as Dario wraps his arms around me. He sucks at my neck, hard enough I fear I may have to purchase some new concealer to disguise it tomorrow, but it feels too good to push him away.

His hands come up and cup my breasts, pinching my nipples under the sheer fabric. I moan, and he chuckles. “So eager for me. I bet that cunt of yours is already dripping.”

He smacks my ass and steps away. “Get on the bed.”

I obey him instantly, asking all the strong women who came before me for their forgiveness, but if they were ever under the gaze of this man, I’m sure they would understand.

Dario walks back over to me with black strips that match the lingerie I’m wearing. “Lie down and put your arms up.”

Once again, I follow instructions. He slips the material through the silver on the bed, then ties it against my wrist. It isn’t too tight, but there’s no way I’m breaking from these without his help.

Once I’m secure, chocolate eyes stare down at me. “I need you to choose a safe word, Jasmine. Just in case.”

I lick my lips before uttering the first word that comes to mind. “Joker.”

He grins and nods, then walks back over to the closet and opens the door full of the tools he spoke of earlier. When he returns, he’s gripping the handle of a flogger.

“Have you ever used one of these before?” Dario asks, allowing the strips to tickle the base of my neck.

“No,” I answer honestly.

He hums in appreciation and begins trailing the leather tails over my skin. My breathing turns ragged at the sensation before a yelp bellows out of me as the tendrils are smacked across my breast.

I whimper at the sensation, though not because it’s unpleasant. Dario gives me no reprieve before coming down on the other side with another smack. I gasp, relishing the way it makes my body feel, but also confused as to why I enjoy it so much.

Dario trails his hand south and lifts the material covering my pussy just enough that he can slide his fingers underneath and collect the moisture gathered there. He chuckles. “You seem to enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure.”

Before I can respond, he thrusts two fingers deep into me, curling them up and rubbing them at a spot inside that has me arching into him and seeing stars. “Fuck, Dario, that feels so good.”

He immediately pulls his hand from me, and I deflate, nearly on the brink of tears. When his face comes into view, he looks displeased. “You will not come until I give you permission to do so.”

Why the hell is that hot?

The flogger comes back into view as Dario glides it along every inch of skin revealed from my strappy bodice. I squirm against the silk sheets, causing the rustle of the material to be the only noise until a moan rips from me when the tendrils sting against the sides of my thighs.

Dario pushes his fingers back inside me, finding even more arousal than before and groaning as he slides in further. “Fuck, your pretty cunt is dripping for me. Does it need more?”