Chapter 24
Kaiser
Bella’s grinning when she comes out of the bathroom, which makes me suspicious. I take hold of her, pulling her close. I touch her lips because I have to. Touching her is a compulsion I can no longer resist. “Why are you smiling?”
“I’m just happy to be here.”
Liar. She’s taken down her ponytail, and she looks so innocent with her hair soft around her face. I need to be on my guard to keep her out of trouble.
I lead her down the hall to the large ballroom where the main event is already underway.
Two Fraternitas members guard the door. They recognize me and wave me on.
We enter a rounded hallway that feels like a tunnel.
The music is already so loud, it shakes the walls and seems to press on us from all sides.
Bella hunches her shoulders, and I pull out earplugs. I thought she might need these. She lets me put them in and relaxes. I run a hand down her back to soothe her.
“Welcome to Pandemonium,” I say and pull back the velvet curtains to reveal a rave.
The room is vast and filled with people. The center is one giant dance floor, and colorful lasers slice through the air, turning the wild movements of the dancers into a stop-motion music video.
I find an open spot and pull Bella close, protecting her from the people on the edges of the moshpit. She’s quiet, taking everything in.
Above our heads are several open stories with narrow railed walkways so people can reach the floors of private rooms. Some of the doors are lit already, glowing red, blue, pink, yellow, or green.
“Can we dance?”
I nod and lead her further into the fray. I guard her back while she raises her arms and sways to the music. I can’t see it, but I know every movement makes the ropes slide over her sex. Soon she’ll be begging for release.
She ends up dancing with a woman dressed like an angel in a costume complete with feathered wings. I stay on the periphery, shoving people away when they get too close. Protecting her, always.
The dance floor is full of half-naked people writhing together, but I only have eyes for her. My captive. My fiancée.
My future wife.
Her hair is a bright halo. She looks like an angel herself, but she dances like she’s possessed. She’s glowing; she might as well be spotlit.
It’s a joy to watch her. She’s so wild and free. And I remember, it’s her first time in a club. First time on a dance floor. Her father never let her out. And now she’s here with me.
She’s mine. And everyone knows it. Because all my brothers are here, standing in the shadows.
Bella probably doesn’t notice all of them, but I do.
The lights reflect off their skull masks.
They’re watching, and whenever one of them looks my way, they also notice the white ribbon around Bella’s throat.
She’s not ready for a collaring ceremony, not yet, but tonight I’m openly staking my claim.
I used to want to hide her away. Keep her hidden from everyone. But now I want the world to see her. To stand in awe of her beauty. To worship her as she deserves.
I watch her dance, the lights bathing her in red, green, blue, purple, yellow, and back to red.
Wicked thoughts flit across her face, chased by ecstasy. She’s so expressive. All that emotion, innocence, and deviousness in one perfect package.
She’s beautiful like the sky. Like a flame.
And I want her. I wanted to own her, but now I want more. I want her to want me. I want her to be happy… with me.
She deserves so much better than me. In a few years, she’ll be able to snap her fingers and have anyone she wants kneeling at her feet.
It hurts to think about. It hurts to watch her, knowing she’s shackled to me for life and will never be free. That, deep down, she’ll always see me as her captor.
Her enemy.
Every once in a while, she gives me a calculating look, and I know she’s plotting against me. I want her to let her guard down and keep it down. To trust that I won’t destroy her.
But who am I fooling? All I do is destroy.
But in the noise and chaos, I allow myself to imagine us having more.
What it would be like if she were really mine.
If she looked at me with softness and longing, not just when she’s in lust but all the time.
What would that be like? To give her all her firsts and watch her enjoy them.
To be her husband, not just in name, but in truth.
I’ve spent my whole life fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to be with her.
It’s impossible, but I still want it. Even though it hurts like my insides are getting shredded. It kills me, this wanting something I’ll never have, but if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s taking the pain.
The music swells, the beat drops, and suddenly, Bella is in front of me, gazing up at me with longing.
It’s only lust, but I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever I can get.
I gather her hair back, noting the sweat on her brow.
She’s hot and horny from dancing. The room is getting steamy from all the bodies in here, and many of the dancers have gone from grinding on each other to actively fucking. It smells like sex.
I cup Bella’s pussy over her skirt. I can feel her heat through the fabric. “You wet for me, little bride?” Her eyes go black.
I grip the collar of her shirt and rip it down the front.
She helps me shed the pieces. The harness pushes her breasts up and leaves her nipple free for me to torment.
I’m the only one who gets to see them, so I pull out the nipple clamps I have in my pocket, waiting for this moment.
I tease her nipples and clamp them. She hisses in pain and curls into me.
My cock throbs, and I grit my teeth to get my lust under control.
If we don’t get upstairs soon, I’m going to take her right here on the floor.
No, go slow. Make it good for her.
I swing her up into my arms and walk us out of the main room, up a staircase to the private rooms. Several of them are taken, their doors opaque or backlit in a way that allows anyone to see the activities inside.
I reserved one for us near the middle, where we can look down on the dance floor.
I switch on the light, adjusting it until we’re bathed in a light pink glow.
I choose a setting that makes sure the door is lit in a way that lets people know someone’s in here, but won’t let them see inside.
I’m not giving the voyeurs a show. Not yet.
I set Bella down. She hums to herself, laying a hand on my chest and petting me through my shirt.
I grit my teeth again. I want her touch, but my nerve endings are coming awake after a long time dormant.
The slightest brush of her hand is overwhelming.
At the same time, the sensitivity reminds me that I’ve spent my adult life being numb to both pain and pleasure.
Does that mean I’m doomed to forever feel dead inside? I hate that.
Bella deserves better.
I snatch her hand and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. I can feel her pulse thudding there. I lick and suck on it, noting how she gasps, how her lips part.
I can do this. I can make her feel good. Give her the intensity she craves, a rollercoaster ride that both keeps her safe and leaves her gasping for more.
I reach down and rip off her skirt. I back her up into the room until I find a low platform that will put her at the right height to suck me off. “On your knees.”
She goes down and immediately boxes her arms behind her back. She looks up at me, patiently waiting.
“Good girl.” I grab a handful of her hair. I’m too impatient to strip. I press her head to my crotch, using her face to rub my cock. It’s rough and degrading, but it’s what I need. And she seems to like it. She sticks out her tongue to lick at the front of my jeans until I can’t take it anymore.
I take out my cock and let her have a taste. Lightning shoots up the backs of my legs at the touch of her tongue. It’s too much. Her wet heat on my sensitive glans is good but also makes me go numb, like my nerve endings are overstimulated. It feels like my skin got too close to dry ice or a flame.
I grit my teeth and bear it, and it gets easier. Her eyes are dreamy, and the way she works to bob her head, sucking hard to earn my cum? I’m a lucky man.
I gather her hair up so I can watch her try to swallow me down. All the blood flows to my cock. Her tongue swirls around me, and my knees go weak. I have to fight the urge to thrust deeper and bang on the back of her throat.
She can take me. Not all of me, but we’ll get there.
She’ll take me in her pussy tonight. It’s time.
The sight of her on her knees, naked with her ass split by the hot pink rope, almost sends me over. I lean down and pull on the lower half of the harness until she moans. The tugging increases pressure on her clit. There’s got to be a puddle under her by now.
It also makes her throw herself forward, swallowing as much of my dick as possible. Fuck me.
I pull her off and set my thumb on her lips. “You did so good for me, baby. But I’m not coming in your mouth, not tonight.” I slide my fingers around her throat and draw her up slowly, letting her get her feet under her and stand so I don’t choke her out. Her pulse hammers at my palm.
I move her backward until her knees hit the couch and she goes down. The couch is one of those loungers that’s as big as a bed.
I inspect her sweet pussy. Her poor skin is chafed red from the rope, so I undo the lower half of the harness and cup her, feeling her wetness pool on my palm.
“I’m going to take you here,” I say, stroking around her entrance. “Would you like that?”
She gives me a frantic nod. The nipple clamps swing. I smile.