“That’s a good little thief. See, I knew you’d make a perfect pet,” he praised as I did as I was told and shuffled so I was kneeling with my back to him. “Now, lift your dress and spread yourself for me.”
My thighs clenched, slick arousal oozing down my thighs. Jesus, this was making me so wet. Every soul in the throne room had their eyes—those that had them—on me. If this wasn’t a dream, I’d probably be just a tad more hesitant about doing this in front of a bunch of rotting souls, but they weren’t real. This was just another fantasy I could safely indulge.
Reaching around, I slipped the hem of my dress up to reveal my ass and gripped my bare cheeks to spread them.
“Good. Now bend over, till your lips touch the stone. Show your Lord all that he owns.”
I did as he instructed, and kissed the cold stairs that led up to the throne’s platform while holding myself open for the Lord’s hungry gaze.
The air was cold against my exposed center, but the Lord of Bones’ attention swept over my skin like a fever, keeping me hot and cold all over. It was delicious torture.
“Next,” he instructed the soul at the front of the line. “State your name, soul, for your Judgement. And don’t you dare look at my pet. Eyes on me, lest you wish to lose them.”
The soul obeyed, approaching the first stair. As he spoke, detailing his identity and his life, the Lord of Bones seemed to lose focus as I began to tremble.
“You’re enjoying this.” He sounded surprised again. “You’re shaking from pleasure, not shame.”
“The shame brings me pleasure, My Lord.”
The monster released a low groan, catching me off guard—especially since this was my dream. “Blood and Darkness. I knew you’d make a perfect pet for me. Now…I’d like you to touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
He must have gripped the chain again, as it clanked gently.Fuck.I shouldn’t have found that sound so hot.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I took one hand and reached between my legs, my fingers sliding through my folds. I was so slick with arousal, wetter than I’d ever gotten with Mark. Then again, this was a dream.
Nothing could ever be this good in reality.
I moaned as my fingers picked up speed, massaging my tender flesh in tight little circles. I lost myself to the bliss, as all the souls did their damndest not to look at me for fear they’d lose the precious body parts they had left.
From behind me, there was a rustle of fabric and the chain rattled again. Then, big growly breaths began to barrel out from the Lord. Was he…? I was too curious not to look.
Craning my head over my shoulder, I found him tense in his throne, his muscles straining against his flesh. He’d freed himself from his pants and was furiously stroking himself at the sight of me. His huge, claw-tipped hand blocked much of his cock past his pants, but what I could see was that he’d looped the chain around his shaft and was choking himself with it.
I strained to get a better look but he snarled at me to turn back around.
“This is your fate, if you don’t escape me,” he huffed over the chaos of the clanking chain.
“I know!” I cried. “I will escape you. I will…ooooh!” As pure ecstasy washed over me in brutal waves, I crumpled onto the floor, the cool stone heaven against my flushed cheeks.
He finished with an animalistic roar that had dust raining down from the ceiling. Then, after several moments, I heard him push to his feet. “You can try to escape. But you will fail. Then you’ll be mine forever. And is that such a terrible fate? You’re not like Catherine. There’s a part of you that wants me. A twisted, dark little part that I’ll uncover.”
A yelp of surprise dropped from my lips as he hauled me up from the floor and dumped me into his throne. His hands gripped my thighs and spread them, guiding my legs so they were propped over the armrests.
Then he dropped to his knees, the bare bone of his snout mere inches away from my pussy. “Even if I have to break you open and wrench it out. I’ll do it.” It wasn’t a warning. His gravelly timbre carried all the weight of an oath. “Don’t make me do that. I can be gentle. If you let me… I can tease it out. Milk it from you.”
His black tongue snaked out from his parted jowls. Beads of saliva oozed off it, peppering over my folds. He laughed at the way my flesh twitched at the contact. Then the monstrous appendage slid over my seam, lapping up my arousal.
His eyes flickered as my flavor seeped into his taste buds. “The freshest cream any soul has ever tasted.”
Fuck me. He felt so good against me. Forbidden. Sinful. Butgood.
Unlike anything I’d ever felt before, especially in a dream. My brain was either working on overdrive to drown out the horrors of my reality—creating a version of this monster that I desired–or showing me just how salacious and horrifying my deepest desires were.
Something told me that this wasn’t all a figment of my imagination, which was only more reason for me to escape this place as soon as possible.
Because if this was a taste of what Hell was going to be like, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t want to leave.
Chapter10
