He stops immediately, pulling away, leaving me empty. My relief is short-lived as disappointment takes its place. I did it again. I let him down. Why can’t I move on from this?
The blindfold loosens as light slips in. I blink, hard, letting my eyes adjust. His hand slowly comes into focus.
It’s red…and wet. I forget to breathe. He’s been bleeding for me this whole time.
He doesn’t say anything. Just circles me, his bloody palm moving over my stomach, my sides, the backs of my thighs. I know what I must look like. Suspended, bare, covered in blood and sweat and fear and need. I don’t know how he could want me.
“No.”
My throat tightens. No? He’s not leaving. He’s not letting me push him away. My legs shake for a different reason now.
He steps in front of me. “I don’t think you want to stop. You’re scared, that’s all. But I’m right here. I won’t let you fall.”
He kneels again, lifting both my legs over his shoulders, his eyes locked on mine. He holds my gaze until my breath finally returns, then his mouth is on me.
His tongue drags up my slit. My fingers wrap around the chains as my back arches. Another stroke. Then another. Heat spikes. I try to pull away. Fingers dig into my hips keeping me in place, forcing me to feel everything. Fuck! My thighs tremble. I can’t! He circles my clit and everything inside me tightens. Oh God! A finger slides inside me. I try to take a breath, but a gasp comes out instead. My toes curl, my calves tighten. Pressure builds all at once. It’s too fast, too much.
I break.
A cry tears from my throat as my body releases, wet warmth spilling over his mouth and chin. I did it.
A wicked grin curls across his mouth when he reaches up and unhooks the chains. He eases me down to my knees. My body folds while I settle back on my knees. My cuffed wrists touch the floor, circulation rushing back to them. I shudder, my fingers prickling like they're waking up.
Boots step close, right beside my things. “Look at me.”
I lift my head, my gaze meeting his.
“Tell me who you saw when you came.”
My eyes begin to water. “You.”
He watches me, quiet at first like he’s been waiting for that exact sound. Then his eyes darken, amber fading away. His shoulders pull back, wings spreading a fraction.
“Good.” His smile is sharp, hungry.
A shiver runs up my spine. My knees press harder into the floor.
His fingers find my chin, making sure I can’t look away. “Do you understand what you just agreed to?”
Something drops inside me while I swallow. My voice comes out quiet, but steady. “Yes, sir.”
My eyes go wide the moment the words leave my lips. I did not just say that.
He laughs. Not a quiet one. A real one.
Of course he’s enjoying this. I start to roll my eyes, but quickly stop.
His grin is so wide now I can see his fangs. “Very good, little mate.”
I bite the inside of my cheeks. He won’t let me forget this. I lift my wrists to him, but he only shakes his head.
His fingers curl around the chain. He meets my eyes, holds them for a moment as my stomach tightens. Oh shit!
Then he pulls. The chain jerks, yanking me forward. My knees skid hard, breath knocking loose as my stomach scrapes across the cold floor. Metal clatters.
He drops to the floor, fastening the chain to a steel hook while I drag in air.. What the fuck?
He crouches next to me, his hand finding my cheek, holding me in place. “You don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook with just one little orgasm, do you?”
