The warmth of a blush creeps up my neck from his demand, earning me a low chuckle from deep within his chest.
Knox lowers himself to his knees in front of me, his hands roughly clasping my ankles and moving them apart slightly. I forget how to breathe as the bond tugs with painful pleasure between us. The feel of his skin on my bare legs is like electricity that shoots straight into my clit. It’s hard not to moan. His hands travel higher, taking the dress hem up with them, fully exposing my lower half to the audience.
“No need for these,” he says as his fingers hook around white lace and he drags my underwear down my legs.
This is torture. But then again, I guess that is the point…
To build up these unwitting fuckers in front of me so they’ll taste good for the vampires. Beyond fucked up.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I helplessly obey, watching him intensely as he spreads my legs wider so my feet meet opposite sides of the wide circle. My inner thigh muscles protest at the stretch. He fastens more soft leather around my ankles, leaving a blazing trail of heat in the wake of his touch. Once I’m safely secured and can’t move even if I want to, Knox kneels back in front of me.
A heartbeat passes as we gaze at each other, lost in our own private world. Just as I wonder what might come next, he leans forward and clamps his mouth around my clit. His tongue gently laps and swirls around in painfully slow motions, tasting me, teasing me. I grip the chains holding me up and let out a loud moan. His hands roam everywhere, from the backs of my calves to the curves of my ass, leaving a blazing trail with each of his impatient touches. My stomach clenches and my body tightens. I’m so close. So ready to break apart.
Then, the pleasure’s gone.
Breathless, I snap my eyes open to see him standing up in front of me, a wicked grin etched onto his face.
I glare. “You dick,” I grit through my teeth.
“Ah, ah, ah. You broke my rule.” His smile turns feral as he slides around the circle to stand behind me.
Oh shit. What’s happening now?
I hear a metallic click, then the top half of the circle begins to fold forward on hidden hinges, forcing me to bend with it. I try not to panic, but I can’t help the pitiful whimper that escapes me.
“I told you not to speak unless I allow it.”
The circle jolts to a halt, suspending me in midair as my hair cascades down in front of my face. I can’t see anything but the floor of the stage. Knox gives me no time to wonder what is coming next as he tears the bottom half of my dress in two. Scraps of nude glittery fabric flutter to the ground in front of me. My heart beats faster. I’m bent over and fully exposed to him. Chained up and unable to kick his ass. I should say the safeword now and run for the hills. But my mouth stays shut.
This is my darkest, dirtiest fantasy. Call me selfish or fickle, but I might not ever get this opportunity again. So far, I haven’t indulged in anything this realm has to offer. I’ve sacrificed numerous relationships in my lifetime in order to pursue my mom’s killer, not to mention saying goodbye to several apartments and jobs. I gave so much.
Don’t I deserve to enjoy myself? Just this once, with someone who—no, I can’t think about that right now.
This doesn’t mean anything. We’re just two people who happen to be bonded for eternity by some mysterious sentient thing that lives inside of us. Who are—whatare we doing?
Knox’s hand comes down on my left ass cheek. I cry out in shock. The snapping sting quickly is replaced by a soft and delicate rub in the same spot. But that tenderness soon turns into trouble as he groans and digs his fingers deeper into my flesh.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “I can see you glistening for me. I can smell your arousal. I have to say, I’ve never had a woman’s scent drive me to the brink of madness before.” Knox grabs the hair at the top of my head and pulls me up to face the audience head-on. “I asked you a question, pet.”
I shiver at the new nickname. Oh god, just fuck me already!
“Yes… yes! I liked it.” My voice is hoarse, my mouth dry from panting.
“And tell the audience who made you so wet.”
My pussy throbs and the bond tightens at his possessive tone.
“You,” I breathe out.
He holds my head up as he spanks me this time. The audience swims in and out of focus as the line between pleasure and pain blurs. I drown in the softness of his touch against my bare skin as Knox gently rubs the rawness away. His left hand is still buried deep into my scalp and I don’t think I ever want him to let go.
The knot in my stomach grows tighter and the bond reaches for him with more ferocity than before. It twists and turns inside of me, begging for me to break the shackles and screw him right here on the stage. I hold onto what little restraint I have left even as my skin begins to burn. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
It’s just like the other night when we…
Knox’s hand comes down on me again, harder this time. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I’m grateful for the distraction from the inferno growing inside of me.
