Tension unfurls within me, soft and delicious. “What are you?—?”
Watching me the whole time, he slides the clamp over my breast, circling my nipple. And then he eases it on.
“Bael!” The clamp pinches tight over my nipple and I hiss. Gods, the pain twists my stomach, makes me clench my thighs, makes me slick…
“You do like it,” Bael murmurs, watching every hint of expression cross my face as though he’s devouring it.
He sucks the clamp into his mouth, and this time he wins a soft cry from me as the pressure both intensifies and softens from the heat of his mouth.Fuck. I want to moan. I want to curl my fingers in his hair and pull. I don’t know what I want.
His mouth releases me with a wet pop.
Conversation captures my ear. People murmuring on the other side of the crystal walls.
“Eyes on me, lioness.” He grips my chin. “Only me, Zyla.”
Baring my other breast, he works it the same way, laving my areola with his tongue. A second clamp follows, feeling like it has a direct connection to my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp, hands sinking into his hair as I wilt backward.
Bael kisses me everywhere, his hands roaming over my thighs and ass, pinning me wide as he shoves my skirts up. His mouth follows, capturing my cunt with the same conquering claim as the way he took my mouth.
Sounds come out of my throat, sounds I’ve never made before. I whimper and moan, thrusting shamelessly against him, even as I grip fistfuls of his hair.Oh, Gods. I want to scream. The last time he made me come, it built slowly, teasing me with his mercilessness. This is like a flashfire. My nerves want to explode and he’s barely fucking touching me.
Tongue fluttering over my clit, he looks up the length of my body, amber eyes gleaming as he licks every last hint of paint from my wet cunt.
“Please,” I gasp. “I just… Please…”
He slaps my thigh, the vibration making me shudder. “Don’t be impatient. You’ll come when I say you’ll come.”
Two fingers find me, sliding deep inside me. Working me with both fingers and tongue, he takes me straight to the edge. Every time I hit that crest, he backs off, until I can barely take it anymore.
“Just fucking do it,” I scream.
“Come,” he growls, the sensation vibrating through my sleek skin. “Come for me, Zyla. Scream it.”
And then he suckles hard.
Climax crashes over me like the roll of a storm, lightning searing my nerves. I scream and beg as he drinks down my pleasure, tongue absolutely merciless. There’s no escape. Not until I’m desperate and begging him, pleasure-soaked and ruined.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing one last wet kiss to my mons, before he straightens up, wiping my wetness from his face.
Mouth capturing my nipple, he unlocks the first clamp, and I cry out as blood rushes back in. The heat of his mouth eases the pain, leaving me gasping as he does the same to my other nipple. Fingers drive into my cunt again, and he scissors them this time, taking me right back over the edge.
This time I’m ruined.
Flipping me over, he chains me to the kneeling chair, locking my collar in so tight I can’t move, even if I had the desire to do so. The padded “seat” drives under my hips, forcing me to thrust my ass high in the air. It’s horrifically vulnerable, but in some strange way I trust him. I know he’d never let anyone hurt me.
And I couldn’t move right now anyway. Aftershock still trembles through me, leaving me a quivering mess.
“Brace yourself,” he whispers in my ear, and then his fingers find the back of my dress and he tears it.
I gasp.
“More,” someone calls, pulling my attention to the walls.
Bael catches my chin in his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Me. Only me.”
Dripping the bottle of oil over his fingers, he meets my gaze, and then he rubs one over my lips, leaving them slick and molten. His other hand strays to his belt and slowly, he undoes the top two buttons, before circling me, painting oil down my bare back.
