“Jaeger,” I whisper, more to make contact with him than anything. I stare across the room at a huge guy in an executioner’s hood painted with a skull. His face and hair are covered, but there’s a spiderweb tattoo on his hand.
It’s Kaiser. And he’s glaring at me.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jaeger murmurs. “Smile and wave.” I do, but not being afraid is easier said than done.
In the center of the room are more people in different sorts of skull masks, gathering around another platform. They’re all wearing skull rings.
The masked man closest to us has shucked off his suit jacket, showing off his shirtless torso. He’s in a black vest that leaves his burly arms bare, and his arms are wrapped around a tall, slim woman. It takes me a moment to place her, but then I realize—it’s Odette. I’d recognize her perfect dancer’s posture anywhere. She’s elegant in a dress of midnight blue, which makes her brown skin glow. Her ballerina bun showcases her graceful neck.
The last time I saw Odette, she was wearing a black ribbon around her throat, a dark blue jewel hanging from it. Now, it’s been replaced by a metal collar, either silver or white gold, with what looks like the same blue jewel. The gemstone matches the one in the man’s ring.
It’s just like Honey had told me. I wish she were here so she could explain what I’m seeing.
Now that I’ve noticed Odette, I can pick out more figures besides the men in masks. Some are wearing black ribbons around their neck. Some of the ribbons are white.
One woman is wearing a red ribbon around her throat. She’s to my far right, kneeling near the wall. She has dyed burgundy hair and a black ball gag in her mouth, and her arms are secured behind her in a red leather binder. She’s in a matching red leather bustier that leaves her breasts exposed. Her nipples are pierced and linked with a chain. The masked man beside her is holding a leash that leads to the chain.
My breath catches. Jaeger notices and leans in. “Like what you see?”
I swallow. I should look away, but I’ve just noticed the woman’s eyes. They’re open, but both the iris and the pupil are a uniform black. She must be wearing contact lenses that black out her vision, in addition to the rest of her bondage.
“Bunny?” Jaeger’s waiting for me to admit my interest.
I give him a shake of my head and turn away. But I can’t deny my pussy is throbbing harder.
The room is growing full as more people stream in. Murmurs sound from around the room, but when St. James steps onto the center platform, everyone falls silent.
“Dearly beloved,” he intones and chuckles erupt like it’s a joke. “We’re gathered here for the commitment ceremony of two of our cherished members. The one called Asmodeus, and the one he will claim. Sarah.”
A man in a silver skull mask steps onto the platform. He’s shirtless, with a red dragon inked across his rippling muscles. I can’t make out his ring or any other features besides his long black hair.
“Sarah.” Asmodeus holds out a hand and helps a young blonde woman onto the platform. She’s in a short, white dress. It’s simple and almost see-through, more like a silk slip than a dress.
A lot like the one I’m wearing now.
Once she’s on the platform, Asmodeus points to a spot in front of him. I suck in a breath, my belly quivering. Biting her lip, Sarah goes down to her knees. She gazes up at the masked figure looming over her, her eyes wide with expectation and fear.
Her hand drifts up to touch the ribbon around her neck. It’s black.
“Hands behind your back,” Asmodeus commands, loud enough for everyone to hear. Sarah obeys, and he leans in, saying something more that the rest of the room can’t hear.
“Do you like this, bunny?” Jaeger shifts so he can whisper right in my ear. “Does it make you wet?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, just reaches under my dress, between my legs and checks. I suck in a breath, my stomach tightening. The ballsmove inside me. I grab his wrist, but I can’t stop him from touching me.
“Jaeger, there are people here.”
“No one is watching us.” He starts stroking me, and my body, orgasm-starved as it is, crows with excitement. I cling to his arm, more to steady myself than to stall him.
His finger finds my clit and circles it. A little more pressure, and I’ll cum.
St. James is announcing more to the room, but my ears are filled with a buzzing sound. Even as my attention is on Jaeger’s finger, I can’t take my eyes off the proceedings.
A club submissive steps onto the platform and goes down on one knee, offering up a pillow with a silver collar on it.
Asmodeus steps behind Sarah and removes the black ribbon. There’s a jewel on it that I didn’t notice before, but I can’t see the color. He slides the jewel off the ribbon and takes up the metal collar.
Jaeger bites the tip of my ear, and I shudder. I’m so close, but he seems to know that. His finger retreats.
“Don’t come. Not yet.”
