Chapter 30
Thirty
When the next Saturday for the Ritual Room rolls around, I’m not nervous at all. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.
Kol explained to me that the theme for tonight night is vampires and vixens, so he’s going dressed as Dracula, and I’m going as Medusa.
My costume has green fabric that drapes straight down my chest, leaving a wide gap to my belly button where a gold belt holds the dress in place. Around my neck is a thin snake choker that wraps around several times and matches the gold heels wrapping around my calves. The head piece I’m wearing might be my favorite part, though, with all the snakes coming off it.
A knock lands on the bathroom door. “I’m getting impatient, Rapsody. I want to see.”
I told him I wanted to get ready without him seeing me so the finished product could be a surprise. He wasn’t happy about it, but he indulged me nonetheless.
“Coming.” With a final check in the mirror, I walk over and open the door.
Kol’s gaze moves along my body from top to bottom in a slow perusal. “You’ll definitely turn some cocks as hard as stone tonight, Medusa.” Kol adjusts himself in his pants. “You look fucking hot.”
I take in what he’s wearing. It’s reminiscent of the Dracula movie—a dark gray suit from yesteryear. The jacket has tails, and the suit pants are pinstripe. The vest over the shirt matches the rest of the suit, and rather than a tie, he wears a cravat. Does this man look sexy in everything? Now a huge part of me doesn’t want to wait until we reach the basement to undress him.
“You look really good.” I lick my lips.
“Tongue back in your mouth, or we’ll never make it there.” He takes my hand and drags me out of the bathroom. “Let’s go.”
Seems he’s as anxious as I am to get this started.
We walk through the dim house, not speaking, and even though I don’t feel nervous, my heart rate picks up speed with every step closer to our destination. When we reach the door to the basement, he pulls out his skeleton key and unlocks it, motioning for me to go first.
“Do all your brothers use this door?” I ask as I make my way down the stairs.
“This is our private entrance. Everyone else uses the side entrance you saw before.”
When we reach the bottom, Kol puts on his lion mask while I slide on a gold mask he gave me earlier. He told me I didn’t have to wear a white, red, or black mask because the only person I’ll be doing anything with is him. I didn’t complain. I like when he shows the ownership he feels over me.
Once we’re situated, Kol takes my hand and leads me down the long hallway. We enter the main room and find it full of people in masks. I feel a jolt of nerves when they all shift their attention to our arrival.
I lean into Kol. “What should I do during this part?”
He explained to me earlier that the evening starts with everyone mingling before the fun gets started. “Stick with me. You’ll be fine.”
And I am, because as it turns out, Kol doesn’t like to associate with many people. It’s clear he hasn’t nurtured friendships with any of these people, so for a good part of the evening, it’s just the two of us. All his brothers come by at one point or another, and I chat with Anabelle for a bit.
Kol is seated on one of the lounge chairs with me on his lap, his hand on my thigh. His thumb keeps drifting back and forth, and that one little movement is driving me crazy. Crazy horny. It doesn’t help that he’s been hard under my ass for the past hour.
I lean in to speak directly in his ear so he can hear me over the music but no one else can. “When can we… you know?”
When I pull back, he grins at me, then he slides my black thong to the side and runs his hand between my legs. “Seems like you’re primed and ready, aren’t you?”
He drags his fingers through my wetness and brings them to my mouth. I open and suck on his fingers, twirling my tongue around them.
“C’mon.” He takes my hips in his hands and helps me off his lap, standing behind me. Then he takes my hand and leads me toward the hallway.
A few of the people standing around take notice of us. When we reach one of the doors closest to the stairs, Kol uses his skeleton key to unlock it. After he pulls me inside, he doesn’t close the door.
The room is dim, and the music from the main room is being pumped in here. It takes me a moment to orient myself because the entire room is encased in mirrored glass. All the walls and the ceiling.
A bed sits at the far end of the room against the wall. In one corner is a large wooden X that looks as though it has restraints on each end, then there’s a black dresser in the opposite corner.
In the center of the room hangs what I think is a sex swing. I don’t really know anything about them, just what I’ve seen in pornography online before I came here.
Kol steps over to the swing and pulls on the harnesses to test the strength. He looks at me with a wicked grin. “I had this installed just for you.”
A full body shiver works its way down my spine as he steps over to me. When he reaches me, he grips me by the nape and roughly draws me in for a kiss. His other hand slips under one of the slits on my dress and pushes past my thong, delving into my folds. His fingers coast over my clit, and a needy noise slips into his mouth that causes him to hum.
When he pulls away from the kiss, he strips off my panties, takes my hand, and walks me over to the swing. Kol turns me so my back is facing the swing, and with two large hands around my waist, he lifts me and gently sets me so one strap rests across my upper back and the other rests in the middle of my ass.
It takes me a moment to get used to the sensation. But all thoughts of that go out the window when I notice a few people have trickled into the room. My insides clench at the knowledge of our observers.
Kol pays them no attention. He adjusts a couple of straps so that I’m in more of a seated position, and my legs naturally fall open.
“Hold on up here.” He guides my hands above me and wraps my fingers around the handles, adjusting the length of the straps so that my elbows are slightly bent. His concerned gaze meets mine. “You good?”
I smile and nod, appreciating him checking in with me.
As soon as I’ve nodded, his demeanor changes, like flipping a switch. He’s more rigid, his pupils bleeding lust out of his irises. Kol yanks both pieces of fabric currently hanging down between my legs up and to the side so that I’m totally exposed. The green fabric drapes on either side of my hips.
Kol licks his lips before meeting my eyes again. He leans in so that only I can hear him over the music. “I’ll be right back. Let them enjoy gazing at this little bit of perfection, knowing they will never have it.”
He slides the fabric over my breasts to the side and steps away from me. I look in the mirror to my left and see that he went to the black dresser. He opens one of the drawers, and I look away, back at our observers. More people have joined, maybe six or seven, an even mix of men and women.
Kol pulls something from the drawer, but I can’t see what it is until he steps back in front of me. The dim lights flicker along the sharp edge of the knife in his hand.
My eyes widen and panic causes my heart to beat even harder.
“Trust me?”
I swallow and stare at the sharp tip of the knife for a beat, then I nod. I do trust him. I trust that whatever that knife is for, it’s all in the name of pleasure. No part of me believes that Kol would cause me pain just for the hell of it.
My nod satisfies him. He brings the knife to his mouth and clutches the dull side between his teeth while he strips off his overcoat, vest, and shirt, leaving him in just his pants where his large bulge presses against the fabric.
He steps forward and slowly drags the knife down my body, using the dull side, starting at my collarbone. When he reaches my chest, the cold metal kisses my nipple. I suck in a breath, watching while it travels along the curve of my breast down to my belly button. My breathing is shallow, and anticipation thrums through my veins. He drags it farther down, over my mound, until he reaches my inner thigh. So quickly it takes me a minute to even figure out what happened, he nicks my inner thigh with the knife.
Blood pools there, leaving the spot burning. Not a lot, but enough so I’m aware of it.
Kol lifts his lion’s mask to rest on top of his head, leaning in, and closes his mouth over the wound, sucking the blood. It’s like a direct pull on my clit.
I moan, arching my back and causing the swing to move. He grips the straps and tugs me forward, swirling his tongue, tasting my life’s essence. His eyes meet mine as if he’s checking in on me, and I smile at him in pleasure. With every flick of his tongue, the pressure builds.
My moan echoes through the room above the steady beat of the music.
Movement behind Kol gains my attention, and I look over to see some of the men have their dicks out, stroking them. My insides clench.
Kol repeats the gash on my other inner thigh, sucking again. When he finally lowers himself to his knees between my thighs, there’s still blood on his tongue. He uses the swing to pull me closer and lap on my pussy.
The moment his tongue skims my entrance, I buck, savoring the feeling but wanting, needing more. He makes quick work of bringing me to the edge, then he pulls back and looks at me, stark need in his amber eyes.
“Do you get off on all these men and women watching, wanting what’s mine, knowing they’ll never get a taste?”
The possession in his words speaks to some dark part of my soul. “Yes.”
“How many times should I make you come while they watch?” He latches onto my clit with his mouth.
I open my mouth, but no words come out. All I can do is moan and writhe, a needy piece of flesh with no thoughts.
I watch in the mirror to the side of us and groan at the image of him kneeling before me, ravenously delivering me pleasure with his mouth. When I look up at the reflection of us below, my hands grip the handles even tighter. It’s so erotic to bear witness to this in the same way that everyone else in the room is.
Kol pulls his mouth from me and watches me as he pushes two fingers inside. “Who owns this pussy, Rapsody?” I cry out when he curves his fingers and presses on my G-spot. “Who owns it, sweetheart?”
I still can’t find the words to respond, and he withdraws his fingers from me and pulls the mask back down over his face.
“You own it!”
With a smirk, he pushes his fingers back in. “Do you think everyone knows that? Or do you think some of them are still wondering if they can join us? Whether they’ll get to feast on this delicious pussy and know what it feels like when your cunt milks my cock?”
I glance over his head at everyone surrounding us. There are more people. Some of the men even have women between their legs, sucking them off while their attention is riveted on us. I make eye contact with one man in a black mask, and he bucks harder into the woman’s mouth.
Kol works his fingers in and out of me, and my climax draws closer and closer. “Do you know how badly some of them want to push me out of the way so they can fuck you and try to make you theirs? But they’ll never get the chance because you have always been and will forever be mine.”
He growls the word mine from behind his lion’s mask, a true predator who will rip out the throat of anyone who treads on his territory.
Kol stands from his knees and curves his fingers again, then uses his thumb to circle my clit. His other hand holds onto the strap to keep the swing in place while he works me. Every muscle in my body tightens more and more, until I can’t hold back, and my orgasm explodes from within, shattering me into a million pieces.
I’m not aware of anything else but the sensation inside my body until it begins to ebb. Then I look at Kol.
He’s fully undressed, stroking his cock, staring at me with so much hunger it should probably scare me. “Time to really show everyone here that you’re mine.”
As if I didn’t just orgasm, I clench in anticipation.