Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
ARIANA
I t’s the night of the initiation, and I haven’t been this nervous in a long time.
Probably not since the day I went to see Uma.
My brother wasn’t pleased when I told him I wouldn’t be able to meet him this week. When he asked why, I lied and told him I had to be out of town for work. There’s no way I’m admitting to him that I’m sleeping with Obsidian. He’d see right through me and know that I feel more than sexual attraction for the man.
And I can’t tell him about the Ritual Room, that’s for certain.
Obsidian explained to me how things would go tonight—we’ll arrive and proceed to a dais in the main room. I’ll be the only one unmasked, and I have to do whatever he asks of me, though I’m not to know prior to arriving what that might be. Apparently, every meeting has a theme, and this month’s theme is Mardi Gras Madness.
I slip into the outfit Obsidian left with me earlier today, if you can call it that. It’s a sequined purple, yellow, and green bikini bottom, some strappy gold heels, a matching sequined headband with feathers sticking out the top, and beads. Lots and lots of beaded necklaces that will act as a shirt of sorts, covering my breasts.
Not that I have any reason to think anything about tonight will be modest, but I’m glad I don’t have to walk in there completely naked from the get-go.
There’s a knock at the door. I survey myself quickly in the mirror before going to answer it. I swing the door open and come up short at Obsidian. He’s always impeccably dressed, and tonight is no different.
He’s wearing a deep green suit with a fleur-de-lis design in gold sequins on the jacket. He hasn’t bothered to put on a shirt underneath.
But none of that is what makes me draw up short. It’s the wolf mask. It’s gold and vicious looking, the top two canine teeth extending down as if in warning.
His dark eyes take me in through the mask, and though I can’t see his face, I see the approval in his eyes. “You ready for this?”
“I’m nervous, but ready.”
He steps into me, and when our chests meet, it makes the necklaces shift, some cresting over my nipples in the most delicious way.
“You’re going to be amazing. I have no doubt.”
He takes my hand, and we leave my bedroom. He leads me through the house, out of the east wing. I get a little turned around, but eventually we end up in front of a carved wooden door.
Obsidian removes a skeleton key from the pocket of his pants and unlocks the door, swinging it open. On the other side is a set of stone stairs that lead down. The entire thing looks as if it’s been carved from the earth. Old sconces flicker on one side, but I can’t see all the way down to the bottom.
Setting aside my unease, I start down the steps. I trust Obsidian, and though it’s absolutely creepy as heck down here, my steps don’t slow. When we’re close to the bottom, the thrumming of music comes from somewhere. By the time we reach the last step, sensual music fills the space.
We’re at the end of a long hallway interspersed with closed doors. I can see people mingling at the end in what appears to be the main room.
Obsidian takes my hand again and wastes no time leading me down the hallway. As we draw closer, people seem to notice our arrival. The hum of conversation underlying the music dies down, then stops entirely when we step into the opening that leads to a huge room with a domed ceiling made from stone.
It’s filled with people in costumes that suit the theme. They’re all wearing masks, either black, red, or white, except… I notice a few gold masks. When I see the one with the bear on it, I realize that must be Asher. At least I assume so, given that he has that bear tattoo on his hand.
Until this moment, I didn’t give much thought to the fact that Obsidian’s brothers and their partners would be here. Will it be embarrassing as hell if I come upon them in the manor after this?
I push aside my worry. Now isn’t the time for it.
Obsidian seems to wait for a beat, then a path forms in the crowd, and he leads me down it.
I feel exposed with my bare back, wearing just the necklaces. Exposed, but my nipples pebble from the sensation of all their eyes roaming my skin.
When the crowd parts all the way to the stairs at the side of the dais, I get my first look at what’s waiting for me. It’s a massage table. It’s not until I step onto the stage that I realize there’s a hole in the table at about waist length. I realize then what it is.
It’s a milking table.
Heat blooms between my thighs. Somehow Obsidian knows, because he looks at me with a smirk before he turns to address the room.
“In true Mardi Gras fashion, I feel it’s only right that Ariana offers you her beads before the show begins.” He gestures for me to take a spot at his side at the edge of the dais. “Anyone who’d like a necklace is welcome to come grab one.”
I suck in a breath and watch as a man wearing a red mask steps forward. I’m not sure what to expect. Will he touch me or just take the necklace? Obsidian and I haven’t discussed anything like that.
He approaches, and I watch his gaze dip and take in my body. The heat from his eyes causes fire to blossom between my legs. He removes one of the necklaces from over my head. I bend forward to make it easier for him, exposing my breasts to anyone at my sides.
Next a woman approaches, and she looks as interested as the man is. I’m not into women, but her obvious appreciation for my body churns something between my thighs.
I stand at the edge of the dais and bend my head every time someone approaches. It feels like an unraveling, an unwrapping. How Obsidian knew I would need something gradual like this to ease me in, I have no idea. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. That man has been attuned to my needs since the moment he first put his hand under my dress in his car. With the weight of each necklace that disappears from around my neck, it feels as if I’m shedding some of my trepidation.
Finally, Obsidian takes the last two necklaces, pulling them over his own head until they rest on his chest. I stand topless in front of a room full of strangers, yet I’ve never felt more confident. Especially when I see pride, adoration, and lust in Obsidian’s eyes.
“Undress me.” His voice reverberates over the music, and I step forward.
First, I undo the jacket and slide it over his shoulders until it falls to the floor behind him. Next, I get on my haunches and help him out of his shoes, setting them aside. I settle on my knees and undo his belt buckle, then the button on his pants. My nipples are hard points as I undo the zipper and see he’s wearing no underwear. Using my hands, I maneuver the pants over the globes of his muscled ass until they pool at his ankles. Then I set them aside with his shoes, stand, and wait for my next instructions.
My breaths come in short, shallow spurts as Obsidian trails his hand down his body until his hand wraps around his thick cock.
“Do you know what that is?” He nods toward the table.
“A milking table.”
A small smile tilts his lips. “Do you know what to do if I go lie on it?”
I nod. “Yes.” My voice is needy. The idea of pleasing him in that way in front of all of these people, of having them witness the connection between us… I’m eager.
“Good.”
He steps forward and threads a hand through the hair at the side of my head. For a moment, I think he might lean in and kiss me. Instead, he brings his forehead down to meet mine and breathes me in before turning to lie on the table.
It’s the first really good look I’ve gotten of the circular scars dotting his back. I’ve felt them plenty in the throes of passion, but never had an unobstructed view. My chest squeezes painfully because it’s obvious this is something that was inflicted upon him, and I can only imagine the horror of having to live with visible scars of torture.
I try not to let any of that show in my face when he looks at me before lowering himself face down onto the table. I crawl under the table and see that he’s fitted his cock through the opening. Liquid fire erupts in my belly. I know it’s Obsidian I take in hand, but I can’t see him. I’m one step removed from him, and there’s something so tawdry about it that it makes my core tighten.
With my fist wrapped around his girth, I slide my hand down his length and bring my mouth up to the crown. I suck gently on it and whirl my tongue around the tip, continuing to stroke him with my hand. Then I pull back and run my hand all the way down, spreading my saliva over his entire length.
I work him like that, every so often changing my stroking pattern so he won’t know what to expect. When I bring my free hand up to his balls and squeeze, he moans loudly enough that I can hear him over the music.
He can’t thrust in my mouth like this, but I know if this table weren’t here, he would be. Knowing he’s at my mercy makes it even hotter. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by him.
Hearing Obsidian moan again urges me on. I keep jerking his stiff cock while I bring my mouth up to his balls, sucking one then the other. He barks out a curse, and I can tell he’s close from the usual tremor in his voice right before he comes.
The power trip pleasing him gives me is nothing I’ve ever felt before. Never would I have thought I could bring a man like Obsidian to his knees, but he is absolutely at my mercy. When I glance away from him and see people in the crowd fondling themselves or each other, the power skyrockets inside me.
I redouble my efforts, returning my mouth to his dick and using my hands to play with his now slippery balls. It doesn’t take long before his precum touches my tongue.
“I want to come on your tits.”
Pulling my lips away from him, I jerk him until he comes with a fierce bellow, then I squeeze every last drop out of him.
I’m not even the one who came, but my breathing is ragged, my adrenaline high. When I feel him pull away, I release his shaft and remain where I am until his hand appears below the table to help me out from under it. I take it, and once I’m standing in front of him, his gaze dips down to my chest.
“Always such a good fucking girl.” He swipes through his arousal with two fingers and brings them to my mouth.
I open for him and hum around his finger at the salty taste of his release, not diverting my gaze from his dark one. Then before I know what’s happening, he’s dipped down and lifted me over his shoulder.
It was hot the first time he did it in the tower, but it feels even more so now as I see the feet of the crowd part around him as we make our exit. At first, I think he’s taking me to one of the rooms down the hall—he mentioned that he has his own private room—but when I see the stairs appear, I realize that’s not the case.
We enter the manor. I hear him swing the large wooden door closed behind us, and he only takes a few strides before he says, “Fuck it,” and he lowers me to the floor. “I can’t wait until we get back to my room.”
Before I can say or do anything, he spins me around and plasters me against the wall. We’re in the middle of the manor, I’m half naked and he’s totally naked, yet I don’t want him to stop. All I want is him and whatever he’ll give me.
Obsidian rips my bottoms from my body, lifts one of my legs under the crook of his arm to spread me, and with one brutal thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, and my hands grasp aimlessly at the wall as he pounds into me.
“What are you doing to me? What kind of spell have you put over me?” he seethes into my ear.
The sound of him slamming into me echoes down the hallway. He pushes his free hand into my hair, wrenching my head back and forcing me to meet his dark gaze.
“What is this?” His pupils are blown, and fear and disbelief mixes with lust in his eyes.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just know I can’t get enough.”
He cries out and releases my head, fucking me so hard, I’ll be sore for days. He’s feral, unstrained, and animalistic. Having his way with me is about nothing more than sating his desire. Exerting his dominance over me. And I love it. I love it so much that I come without him ever touching my clit.
I cry out, my body spasming between him and the wall. With one last savage thrust, he fills me, snarling at my neck right before biting down, sure to leave a mark.
It’s wild and untamed and perfect.