I nod, unable to speak, and he leans in until he’s speaking against my lips, “Words, baby. I need words.”Baby.That makes me wanna melt into his big fucking arms, but I wanna play more.
“Okay. Two minutes, then you… hunt me,” I force out, swallowing down my fear. His eyes flash even brighter, and I’m in fucking danger, but my panties have never been wetter.
He plants a brief, rough kiss on my lips and pushes me away, mouthing the wordrun,and I’m off. Hauling ass toward the club exit and back onto the casino floor. I veer to the side instantly, deciding to use the shadows of the machines to my advantage. I keep an eye out for security guards, but they’re busy enough dealing with all the angry patrons flushing their cash away.
I pick up speed, pumping my arms and trying to get a glimpse behind me. I can’t see Caspian, but I can feel him. I sense the change in the air that surrounds him, like a predator lying in wait. I dive between two slot machines, scaring the shit out of an old lady. I mouth the wordSorry,then pantomime zipping my lips together. I just needed a second to catch my breath.
Daring a peek around the slot machine, I see him. He’s barely keeping his eyes and body in this mortal facade, and I can see tiny wisps of black smoke coming from his shoulders the way they do in his true form. I distantly wonder what it would take to coax the monster inside of him out.
He hasn’t spotted me yet, so I take this moment to admire how terrifyingly strong he is. Those massive shoulders and biceps, hands tipped in tiny claws, looking as though they’ve been dipped in a vat of black tar, and it’s trying to climb up his forearms through his veins. I’ve never had more reason to fear someone, yet I’ve never felt safer. All that strength and he wants to use it to protect me.
When I’ve caught my breath and looked my fill, I slink back out of my hiding spot and begin to run again. I hear a growl and try to go faster, sensing my time is almost up. He isn’t close enough to catch me so after rounding another corner, I spot a small side door that’s opened just a crack.
I slip inside and cover my mouth to quiet my loud breathing.It’s pitch fucking black in here.I try to feel my way around, hoping for a light switch of some kind, but as I stumble forward, I bump into a soft and firm rounded edge right at hip level. I run my hands over it as my eyes start to adjust, and it’s… it’s a chair. Next to it is another, followed by another, and even more of them as far as I can see. There are more in front of it and behind it.
The theater.Shit.I get myself out of the maze of seats and push against the wall again, trying to see which way is the exit. I inch against the wall and get hit with deja vu. I ease slightly off the wall, thinking there’s a light ahead.
I don’t even hear him sneak up on me.
“Got you,” he growls into my ear before wrapping one arm around my waist and the other hand around my mouth, taunting me. “Poor lost Little Dove can’t see in the dark, can you?” before licking from my jawline up my cheek with another growl rumbling from his chest. He drags me along the pathway, up a small flight of stairs, and across the wooden floor. I fight against him fruitlessly the whole way up, the exhilaration causing me to break out in goosebumps.
He releases me before spinning me and forces me down onto my knees using a firm grip on my hair.My punishment is going to be a blowjob?I have to admit, that does sound hot; just thinking about choking on his— no doubtenormous— cock has me dripping. It just seems a little… simplistic for someone so calculated.
“Lie down, Bel,” he utters quietly. “On your back and lift your arms above your head,”Oh.I do as he says and find a small ledge behind me. “There’s a good girl, hold on to the edge of the stage there.”STAGE?“Now, hold still.” He lowers himself close to me and runs one of his clawed fingers down the front of my neck, leaving a tingly stinging feeling. He drags it lower and lower until*rip*he tears the dress completely down the middle.
“Hey! I loved this dress.” I protest, though, admittedly, it is a halfhearted one at best.
“Oh, but it’ssomuch better now. In fact, it’s almost perfect,” with another small scratch and tug of Caspian’s claw, my bra is in a similar state to the dress. He groans and mumbles, “So fucking pretty.” He covers my body with his, pressing every inch of himself to me. He rocks his hard cock against my hip once, forcing a quiet whine out of my throat.
It’s so dark the only thing visible is the outline of his shadow and the glow of his unearthly eyes. He lowers his lips to my neck, gently mouthing it, using the tip of his tongue to tease my skin. He nibbles on my ear, and I’m trying so hard to stay still, but it’s impossible.
With each wiggle against him, he grows more insistent with his touches, nibbles turn to bites, and his tongue presses longer and firmer against my neck. One hand supports his weight while the other reaches down to grip my leg, lifting it behind the knee to bring it to his waist, opening me up fully to him.
With his first full grind against me, barely anything between us, I moan loudly, and he chuckles against my neck. Trying to play off the sounds I’m making, I pant, “I thought this was supposed to be torture.”Why thefuckdid I just say that?
His laughter turns wickedly dark, responding, “How right you are.” He bites down where my neck and shoulder meet, hard enough to have me crying out and involuntarily lifting my hips against him. He licks to soothe the spot before suddenly kneeling back and standing. I lift my knees, keeping them together, and plant my feet on the floor, hoping that it might give me some semblance of protection against him witnessing how embarrassingly wet I am.
“Take them off, Bel,” he commands.
“Takewhatoff, Caspian?”I must be a glutton for punishment.
“Take your fucking panties off, spread those pretty thighs, and show me my new plaything. Now,” he orders again with a rumbling growl.
I move as slowly as possible without earning more of his wrath, lifting my hips and sliding my panties down past them. When I get the panties to my knees, Caspian gently takes over, forcing both of my legs into the air. Once he has the panties in his hands, he steps back even further until I haven’t a clue where he is.
I lower my feet back to the ground, keeping my knees locked together.
“Spread,” he demands again, and my body listens without waiting for my lust-addled brain to catch up.
From his spot in the dark, he releases a monstrous, desperate growl before he begins slowly stepping toward me again. The glow of his eyes is gone; I can’t see where he is at all. By the sounds of his footsteps, he’s circling me, trying to decide where to begin, before rumbling, “Look at my sweet little sacrifice, all splayed out, just for me.”
I whimper, so horny I’m beyond the possibility of any sense of shame. I need Caspian to touch meright now. But he doesn’t, just keeps watching me writhe and try to control myself.
Finally, he stands between my spread legs and lowers himself to his knees. He leans in and runs a single finger through my wetness, the teasing sensation enough to force a small moan from me.
“All this from a game of chase? Poor, needy thing,” he mocks. He trails his finger away from where I need it, teasing my entrance, using two fingers to spread me open, “Christ, you aredripping. You need me to play with this pretty pussy, baby?”
Okay, maybe letting him listen to all those audiobooks was a bad idea.I nod, unable to formulate words, hoping he doesn’t ask me for any.
