So, who was the man with the crowned skull on his ring? And why was he looking at me like that?
Jaeger appears at my side, holding two glasses filled with red liquid. I relax when his big body blocks my view of the rest of the room.
“Good girl,” he praises me. I realize I’m fingering the ribbon at my neck again and drop my hand. “You’re doing well,” he adds, making me think he saw the whole thing.
“Who were those men?” I ask. I should be smart and keep quiet, but I can’t help it.
“That was St. James. You know him.” Jaeger answers right away. He did see it. He brought me here to be seen. “And the man with him is Damien. The Devil.”
And now I know the man called “the Devil” has a real name, and it’s Damien. Great. Honey will be ecstatic.
Be careful, Daria’s warning comes to me.
“Why did you bring me here?” I ask. I have to know. Ignorance won’t save me anymore.
“Tonight is a very special night. We’re here to watch a ceremony binding one of my brothers to hiselita.”
I squeeze my legs together. I’m so desperate to cum I might submit to a ceremony. “Just watch?”
“Just watch.”
I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
“It’ll be okay, bunny. I’ll be with you the whole time. Here.” He sets a glass to my lips. “It’s juice,” he tells me when I hesitate. “Nothing alcoholic.”
I take a sip, and he’s right. Something sparkling is in it that makes my tongue tingle, and there’s a complexity to the flavor like they added a shrub of some sort.
Jaeger’s drink looks the same.
“You can drink,” I tell him. We’re in a bar, after all.
“I’ll drink what you drink,” he says, and even with my aching core and the nervousness gripping me, his solidarity warms me through and through.
I lean close to him, and the balls shift inside me, making me dizzy. I end up clutching his arm, my forehead pressed to his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
I swallow. “The balls… they’re…” I can’t explain how I feel. I gaze at him in a silent plea for mercy.
“My poor bunny. Being so good, suffering for me.” He strokes my face, and I bite back a moan. “Don’t worry. You can cum soon.”
“When?” My cunt is swollen. One touch could get me off.
“When I say so. Not a moment before.” I shut my eyes, and he whispers in my ear. “Do this for me, bunny, and I’ll give you the world.”
When I open my eyes again, the bar is clearing out. People are drifting toward the door.
“Come.” Jaeger tosses back his drink. He offers me the rest of mine and when I refuse, he downs that as well. “The festivities will start soon.”
We head back downstairs, this time by elevator. The doors open into a packed room, several stories high and lit by a massive chandelier overhead.
The elite of New Rome are here, in tuxedos and ball gowns and a few in catsuits of patent leather. Weaving through the crowd are club submissives in black and red corsets, teetering on red-soled stilettos.
Jaeger carries me through the crowd, heading to the far wall where there’s a large gilt chair set on a small platform. Still holding me, Jaeger sinks onto the red velvet cushions. The elevated height puts us head and shoulders above the crowd, and I can see everything.
A few heads turn our way, and I jolt upright in Jaeger’s arms. Most people are wearing plain black or white masks or more elaborate ones glittering with jewels. But not these men.
They’re wearing different sorts of skull masks. Some black, some white, some silver. The effect is chilling.
