Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Bellonna
It’s been a week since the aftermath of rescuing Vienna and permanently ending the Obsidian Circle. The majority of that time I’ve spent at the Brotherhood clubhouse. Not by desire, but because my mate insisted on staying close to Vienna, who has temporarily taken refuge at the clubhouse. A sinking feeling in my gut tells me that Warrick has a hand in it, knowing that having her here would keep Varys closer to him, within his reach. I’ve been here the majority of the time, only slipping back to my own home most nights for the comfort of my own bed, more often than not with Varys accompanying me.
But this morning, Blackwell came to me with a request—a sleepover. I found the idea intriguing and agreed, though I didn’t bother to share one small detail; Varys would be joining us. It was my special condition to the agreement. And I had a special treat planned for my favorite troublemaker.
I spend the day lounging around the clubhouse, taking personal glee at watching the whores cower in the corners, far from my gaze. Each time they came close to Varys or Blackwell, I’d wave a hand and send them flying. While Warrick scowled, Blackwell took delight in it, kissing along my neck each time one of them took a hit that drew blood.
But as the day wore on and night drew closer, my anticipation grew for what was to come. Leaning into Blackwell, I stick out my tongue, letting it drag along the rim of his ear. “I’ll see you in an hour. Time to get ready.” He lets out a guttural growl that has my pussy throbbing and I stand, making sure to sway my hips as I make my way across the room toward the hallway.
I bypass Varys' room, which now belongs to Vienna, and the room that Warrick gave to me to use and head straight to Blackwell’s. He keeps the door locked, but that's never meant anything to me. With just a gentle wave of my hand, the door opens and I step inside, inhaling the metallic scent mixed with unhingement that's unmistakably him. Varys should’ve gotten my note and be showing up any minute so I don’t have long. I don’t waste any time removing my clothing, leaving me in my black lace bra and crotchless panties. After manifesting a silky robe, I drape it over my shoulders and perch myself on the edge of Blackwell’s bed. With my legs crossed and my demeanor calm yet teasingly inviting, I’m ready to watch each of them unravel when they catch sight of me.
There's a gentle knock on the door before it opens and Varys steps in first, his eyes immediately darkening as they gaze upon me. He shuts the door behind him, clicking the lock in place.
“You look delicious, Bellonna,” he murmurs, his voice husky.
My lips curl into a wicked smile. Score one for me. “Thank you.”
He moves across the room, from the door to the bed in just a few strides, stopping only when he’s standing right before me. Reaching up, I take hold of his shirt, gripping it tightly as I pull him down, pressing my lips on his, kissing him deeply. Our mouths collide, slow and sultry, as if savoring the moment before the storm, leaving both of us breathing heavily as I pull back. “I’m horny and ready to fuck, so he’d better hurry up, or he’s gonna walk in on me riding my unicorn,” I tell him with a smirk.
Varys lets out a needy groan that only intensifies my desire.
The sound of a key in the lock draws our attention just before the knob turns and the door opens again, and Blackwell enters just in the knick of time. He stops in his tracks, his eyes flicking between the two of us as a wide grin spreads across his face. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this little scene?”
I tilt my head to the side, my voice playful as I reply, “You asked for a sleepover, so here we are. And if you’re a good boy, I have a prize for you.”
His eyes light up, his eagerness almost childlike. “I love prizes. What do I have to do to be a good boy? Do you want me to kill someone? I’ll do it. You don’t even have to ask. Want me to crawl on the floor and kiss your feet? Fuck, I’ll do that too.”
“Hmmm. I like that last one. But let’s change it up just a little.” I turn to Varys. “Unicorn, take off your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed.”
Varys raises an eyebrow but doesn’t hesitate to do just as I say. He may not fully understand, but we’re all about to have a lot of fun. Blackwell doesn’t say a word, just strips down with practiced ease, baring every inch of himself before dropping to all fours. Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth as he watches Varys’ every movement, showing just how much of a good boy he can be. Once Varys is seated, I let Blackwell know what to do.
“Blackwell, crawl over to Varys. Take his cock into your mouth and suck it. Bring him right to the edge, but don’t let him come. If you can do that, then you’ll earn your reward.”
Blackwell doesn’t hesitate. He crawls across the floor, his movements slow and deliberate, a mix of submission and showmanship. The only thing missing is a perfectly studded collar around his neck with a name tag hanging off of it, letting everyone know he belongs to me.
When he reaches Varys, he wastes no time. He places his hands on his thighs, pulling his body up, then spreads his thighs open, so he can move his body between them. Varys leans back, placing his hands on the bed, bracing himself as Blackwell grips his cock. Blackwell lowers his head, wrapping his lips around Varys' already hardened length with an expertise that makes Varys moan almost immediately.
I can’t help how my breath hitches as I watch the sight before me. I lean back on my hands, enjoying the view. Varys groans again, his head falling back as his hips buck slightly, meeting the rhythm of Blackwell’s mouth.
“Good boy,” I purr as Blackwell continues to bob his head up and down Varys’ shaft. At that moment, he pulls his lips back deliberately, letting me see the wicked glint of his teeth before they lightly graze the tip in a teasing nip. Varys sucks in a sharp breath at the action.
After a few agonizing moments, I speak again, my voice dripping with authority. “Blackwell, you’ve done a good job. Now, go sit in that chair in the corner and get ready for your prize.”
Blackwell’s mouth pops off Varys’ cock with a smirk as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing. He makes his way swiftly across the room, dropping down in the chair, eagerly anticipating what he’s about to be given.
I stand from the bed, letting the silky robe slide off my shoulders as it pools at my feet. The soft lace of my lingerie clings to my curves in all the right places. I climb onto the bed, my movements graceful, and spread my thighs; thanks to my crotchless panties, my pussy is on full display.
“Varys, move over, lie down underneath me and eat my pussy.” My voice is sultry as I command him.
Varys doesn’t need to be told twice. He quickly moves from where he is sitting, climbs between my legs and lays down, lifting his head up so that he can lap at my pussy. He buries his face between my thighs. A moan escapes my lips as Varys feasts on me like I’m the only thing in the world he needs to survive.
Blackwell watches from his chair, his arousal evident as he observes the scene unfolding before him, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
The night is only just beginning and if he thinks this is his reward for being a good boy, he’s sorely mistaken. I give him a few minutes more to watch before I let the real fun begin.