Dead of Wynter: A Dark Mafia Romance (Frost Industries Book 2)
Dead of Wynter: Chapter 34

The words slip from her pretty red lips so easily it’s almost like she’s not signing a deal with the devil. Every moment I’ve ever spent with Wynter has been a moment I’ve held back, never wanting to frighten her with the monster I hide. But as fury rages through my body I can’t hide that part of me anymore.

The devil begs to be unleashed, begs to see the light of day after so many years of hiding from the woman we both love, and if Wynter wants to meet him, who am I to say no?

“Okay, little dove, let’s play your way.” I drag my fingers down until they wrap around the front of her throat, ever so slightly restricting her breathing. “But there are rules.”

She nods under my grip, her eyes dilated with the rush of endorphins spreading through her body. Everyone outside this room, the entire world, would think she’s an innocent wallflower, but maybe I always knew she would be like this. That the darkest parts of me, would call to her.

“When I speak to you, I expect an answer. I need to know that you’re okay, and I might miss your head nodding or shaking, so I need words, okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers. There’s the prettiest blush climbing up her chest, over her neck and up to her cheeks. It’s almost the same color as her ass was last night when I spanked her and my palm inches to do it again.

“Good girl. We’re going to run on a traffic light system, do you know what that means?” I ask. If she’s been to a BDSM club, there’s a good chance they used this with her. It’s the easiest for a sub to remember when they’re teetering on the edge of subspace, and that’s exactly where I’m taking her tonight. She needs it, and I do too. I need her to give me her submission, and know I’ll take care of it just like I will her.

“Yes.” She nods. “Green means I’m okay, orange I need to slow down and talk, and red is stop.”

I smile. Fuck, I’m lucky none of those Doms at that club claimed her, because she’s just about as perfect as subs come. Obedient. A little bratty. And a whole lot of sexy. “Very good. Now, you are not to come until I explicitly tell you that you can. Do you understand?”

Wynter’s eyes widen for a moment, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth. This is the part of the scene she wouldn’t have had much exposure to. She may have seen it as she walked past scenes at the club. If my girl was only there for punishments she probably wouldn’t have experienced edge play before, but it’s my personal favorite. Watching my sub writhe and beg and plead for her release only for me to take it away is one of my favorite things to do, and I have a feeling watching her in that situation is going to be my new favorite sight.

“Yes, I understand,” she breathes. Every breath I feel under my palm, and it’s a heady feeling to control something as basic as breathing.

“If you come without permission, dove, you will not be coming for the next week. I will bring you to the edge so many times, and so often, that you will forget your own goddamn name.”

Her eyes dilate further and my cock stiffens at the sight. She loves it. The idea of me controlling her like this is driving her wild, and I almost can’t restrain myself.

“Now, you know I will never do anything that would hurt you, but considering what has happened in your past, before I do anything we haven’t done before, I’m going to let you know what I’m doing. I will not blindfold you, however I am going to tie you up. If at any time it gets too much and you’re too overwhelmed with not being able to move, I want you to call out orange and we’ll talk through what’s going on, okay?”

“Okay, Ev,” she says quietly.

“Good girl, Wynter.” I smile down at her and take my time trailing my eyes down her body.

She’s still mostly covered by the towel, but the silky skin peeking out is tempting me like the apple tempted Eve.

“Are there any hard limits I should know about? Anything you absolutely do not want me to do to you?”

“Belts. I can’t.” She shakes her head and her heart rate speeds up under my fingers.

“No belts,” I assure her. It’s not my implement of choice anyway, I’ve seen too many subs walk away with lasting scars so similar to the ones Wynter has because the Dom was slightly too heavy handed. In the right setting, with the right people they can be fun, and maybe one day I’ll want to help her get past her fear, but for right now it’s not necessary for either of us. “Do you remember how to present yourself, dove?”

Wynter nods. “I think so.”

“Good. I need to go get some things from my room, I want you naked and in position when I get back,” I tell her, but I can’t bring myself to move. Her warmth below me feels so right it seems impossible to move, but when she wriggles beneath me I tear my body from hers.

Once there’s some space between us my brain starts to function again. It’s always been like this. Wynter has always clouded my vision, but that seems especially true now. Now I know what life is like without her in it.

If I were a good man, I would leave this room and not return until the thundering in my blood has calmed down. But I’m not a good man, and the only thing that can bring me down is Wynter.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask even though I’m not sure how I’ll stop if she changes her mind.

Wynter sits up, her tousled blonde hair falling around her face and down her chest. Her hand reaches for me and I can’t help but take it, tangling our fingers together. “I need this just the same way you do,” she whispers, as if the words are more than either of us can handle, and hell, they just may well be.

I squeeze her hand before breaking the contact between us and leaving the room quickly. The longer I linger, the more likely I am to fuck her without all the foreplay we both crave. I’ve only been back to my apartment once since the accident and I packed a lot more than clothes in the hope Wynter and I might replace ourselves here.

A selection of my favorite toys have been stuffed into the bottom of my wardrobe and barely thought about since.

Once I close my bedroom door behind me, I make a beeline to the hiding place, looking for a few key items. I imagine this is how teenage boys feel when they have porn stashed in their bedroom in places their parents would never look, squirreling it around in the fear their mom will replace it. I never had that experience. By the time I was old enough for porn my uncle was trying to have hookers take my virginity so I could become a man.

There are an endless number of implements I want to use on Wynter, and that I will at some stage, but I don’t have that kind of patience right now.

I throw a few things in a bag and hope like hell I don’t run into anyone in the hallway. Luckily I make it back to Wynter’s room without being caught red-handed with a bag of sex toys and close the door quietly behind me. Nothing could prepare me for the sight waiting for me.

Wynter kneels beside the bed, her knees spread apart, giving me a peek at her sweet pussy, her head is bowed, and eyes cast down submissively, and her hands rest on her thighs, palms open and facing up.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life.

“Very good, dove,” I praise as I set the bag down on the bed and run my fingers through her impossibly soft hair.

Wynter forces herself to keep her eyes down, but that’s the one thing I don’t want. At clubs, and generally, in the lifestyle, subs are taught not to meet a Dom’s eye unless explicitly instructed to do so, but that’s not me, at least it’s not when Wynter is involved.

“I want your eyes on me and what I’m doing to you at all times,” I tell her and it only takes a second for her eyes to meet mine, a small smile on her lips. “You’re very obedient like this considering you’re usually so bratty.”

“I am not bratty,” she quips and then snaps her mouth shut.

I chuckle and squat down in front of her, my fingers grasping her chin between them. “Case and point, little dove. Anymore outbursts like that and I’ll be adding to the punishment you’re owed.”