Chapter 18 #2
“Do you see the way she shakes and trembles?” he prompted. I hesitated, cutting my eyes to his and then back before nodding. The warmth of his body against mine was driving me close to the edge of sanity.
“The lines on her back are red—slightly raised, but her Dominant is obviously well versed in the art of whipping. Her skin hasn’t been split open at all.
The marks he puts on her tonight won’t scar.
They won’t even last. They’ll make her sore, and they might even bruise—but that pain will only be a reminder of how she gave herself to her Master and he gave her what she needed. She trusts him. Implicitly.”
Now, my attention was squarely on the man holding me captive. “And that’s what you want from me?” I asked. “My trust?”
People wanted companionship. They wanted safety.
Not Gaven Belmonte. He wanted control. He wanted mastery over everyone and everything; I was no different.
I had to remind myself of that. The brief night we’d been married was so long ago now.
I’d been young and stupid and resigned to my fate.
Now, I had a taste of freedom—limited, though it was since it was always with the knowledge that I had to stay a step ahead of my sister—but I’d grown accustomed to it, nonetheless.
“I want it all,” Gaven said. “Your trust and the truth.”
I stiffened at that. Tell him the truth about the night my father was murdered? That would only paint a target on his back. I shook my head.
Gaven quietly leaned away from me, and as his gaze burned into my face, I shifted my eyes downward. Away. It was the only thing I could think to do. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then I didn’t want him to see into mine.
“Perhaps this isn’t the best place for a conversation this important,” he said after a beat.
A moment later, his body was removed from mine with startling speed.
My hand was captured in his, and his fingers moved down to lock around my wrist, a manacle of strength.
He yanked me away from the wall and started walking.
Unable to free myself, I was forced to follow—rushing to keep up with his long gait, which he only eased after a moment as if realizing how difficult it was for me.
Gaven found one of the men from before—Ian, I recalled the man’s name—standing in front of another scene.
My eyes trailed to the small stage that had been set up and I found America on her knees with a cushion beneath her as her long golden hair trailed in various shades of blonde and brown intertwined down her back.
One man stood before her, his leather pants undone and his cock proudly straining as he held it out to her.
Another man was stationed behind her with a light flogger.
“I’d like to reserve one of your private rooms tonight,” Gaven said to Ian, drawing my attention back to him.
I glanced up and then switched from him to Ian as the second man looked my way. Automatically, my gaze turned down. “That can be arranged,” Ian replied. “Any particular play?”
“I assume they’re all equipped with the usual?” Gaven asked.
“Of course, anything special will need to be ordered,” Ian replied.
“That’ll do.”
Even with my face turned down, I heard the sound of the flogger slapping flesh and America’s low, rumbling moan of pleasure, muffled by something in her mouth. I was heating up inside. My stomach churned at the noise. I shifted on my feet.
“I assume this is a punishment?” Ian’s voice lifted in questioning. Whatever Gaven said in response was swallowed up by the sounds of America’s scene.
I lifted my gaze and turned my head back towards the stage, catching it just as the man at her back hit her again with the flogger.
Pink welts lifted along her back, but she didn’t appear to slow her sucking down at all as she took the man standing in front of her in her mouth, down to the hilt, with his hand at the back of her skull.
I saw it, but in my head, I switched positions.
Both the man standing in front of her and behind her became someone else.
Gaven. And America herself, she became me.
I remembered what it had felt like to have Gaven in that position.
Holding me against his groin as he fucked my throat raw.
I shivered as my insides contracted with need.
In the years since, I’d never even tried to find another who could make me feel the way he did. His grip on my wrist tightened and he tugged lightly, distracting me enough that I shifted my gaze to his.
Dark eyes met mine and then softened. “This way, Angel,” he said.
I blinked, so overwhelmed by my body’s sensations that I barely understood him.
It didn’t matter though, because I didn’t need to understand to be led by him.
Gaven pulled me along, leaving behind America’s scene and the dungeon’s main floor as we headed for a darkened hallway lit only by scones on the wall next to each door.
I swallowed when we stopped in front of one of them and he lifted a card I hadn’t realized he’d had in his hand to unlock it.
Ian must have given it to him. I didn’t notice because I’d been so focused on America’s scene, and now …
there would be a scene of my own. Just like I wanted.
Only this one would be private, and perhaps that was for the best. Because as Gaven yanked me inside and the door swung shut behind us, I felt my heart rate pick up speed and my pussy pulse with need.
He said he wanted a private conversation, but this room was not meant for conversation. There was only one thing it was meant for. Sex.
Disgustingly filthy, kink-filled sex.