Chapter 37 Zion #2
“Maybe that’s because you’re tiny,” she teased, and squealed when I pinched the soft flesh above her hipbones.
“Such a dirty birdie.”
She contracted around me. “Not pretty anymore?”
“Fuck,” I ground out as she moved her hips, and she snickered.
Gedeon jerked his chin to Dorrian. “You can continue.”
“Can you put your arm back on the table?” he asked.
She laid it across the wooden surface and hid her face in the crook of my neck.
Dorrian resumed his work, and soon her breaths quickened, becoming shallow and mixed with half-smothered little sounds.
Every couple of minutes, she jerked, and her pussy squeezed my cock.
I had to resort to grinding my teeth to keep the last shreds of my composure.
Dorrian ran the tattoo needle over the bone, and her nails prodded my upper back as she rose and lowered herself back down, muffling her whimpers in my neck.
“Say my name again.” My head dropped back over the backrest, and the wood pinched my skin, but I used the discomfort to distract me. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against my chest despite the barrier of the thin fabric of her dress and my t-shirt. “Fucking say it.”
“Zion,” she cried out, her legs quivering, and I prayed to all the depraved gods watching over us to not bust too soon.
“I don’t think I can take this much longer,” she murmured as she chased her release, half-sliding up and down and half-grinding herself against me, searching for that perfect amount of friction.
Gedeon lowered to one knee behind us, and his hand glided between our bodies. He found her clit, and my muscles twitched each time his knuckles brushed against my pelvis. “None of you are allowed to come until I tell you to.”
His statement slithered down my spine, and her gasp as her hips dropped down onto me sent me spinning.
“Yes,” I groaned as my vision withdrew. His low voice promised torture, and not the fun kind, maybe the best kind. I dug my thumbs into her flesh to guide her as our movements grew frantic. “I can’t hold off.” I scrambled for my plea to make sense. “I need—”
“Not yet,” he said, his tone gruff.
Her legs gave out, and I took over, clutching her ass and hauling her up and down in rhythm with his caresses, trying to hold off the coiling tension threatening to disintegrate my self-restraint and push me over the edge.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted as a broken record, focusing the last bits of my frying mind on his order.
“Ged-eon,” she croaked out, and joined my prayer. “Please.”
“So impatient.” He chuckled. “But you have been good today. Ask me nicely again, and I might be tempted to give my permission.”
“Can— Can I—” She hid her whimper in the crook of my neck.
“Can we fucking come?” I nearly yelled out the question.
His chuckle turned wicked, his darkened eyes meeting mine. “You can come,” he said coldly, like this had been a game to him and he had won.
He circled her clit, and she bit my shoulder, her scream stifled as her teeth pierced the surface of my skin. As she clenched around me in pulses, her drool burned the tiny wounds she’d created.
I viciously slammed her down on me as the peak rushed through my veins, and I tumbled into a fleeting loss of comprehension. Garbled groans vibrated my throat as she tightened around my spurts filling her up.
None of my previous playthings could compare to this.
“How do you feel?” Gedeon kneaded the muscles along her spine as she rested on my chest.
Cupping her nape, I searched her face. “Pretty birdie?”
Heavy-lidded, she complained, “You both are jerks. This was not what I’d imagined getting a tattoo would be like.”
“Don’t worry, not the first time this has occurred,” Dorrian piped up, earning a disapproving look from Gedeon.
“How long?” Gedeon asked.
“Ten minutes,” Dorrian said, the buzzing from the tattoo needle renewing as he laid the finishing touches. “If she stays still.”
I was slitting his throat open if he dared complain about her doing whatever she wished. I had Gedeon’s permission to do it.
“No.” Gedeon shook his head at me. “You are not doing it.”
Displeasure was a wrong word to describe what his ability to see through me stirred in my gut. It irked the shit out of me.
Kali traced the mark on my shoulder. “Sorry about the bite.”
I grinned. “You mean, you tasting my blood?”
“It sounds truly unhinged when you put it like that.”
I snapped my teeth at her nose, and she slapped my chest. “Crazy.” She shook her head, but a smile tilted her lush lips upward. “What will happen in the hall? Tarri said something about a celebration.”
“After I publicly claim you as mine, everyone will rejoice in their own way.” Gedeon pinched her chin and turned her to face him over her shoulder. “You can watch, but you are not allowed to join anyone unless I say so. Do you understand?”
“You have no control over me.”
“Yes, I do. See that?” He twisted her head to the table. Dorrian had finished and was cleansing her arm. “From now on, you answer to me. From now on, you breathe for me.”
She sharply inhaled, and I whispered in her ear. “You’re ours.”
“I don’t want to interrupt this,” Dorrian paused, pulling the latex gloves off his dark brown hands, “thing you have going on, but we’re all done. You can check it out.”
A bit awkwardly, she jumped off my lap. Raising her arm into the light and twisting it around, she examined the detailed artwork.
Three thin but lush vines twined from her wrist to the middle of her forearm.
On the outer side, a single silhouette of a bird fluttering its wings sat on the top vine, and on the inner side, a knife had fallen into the vegetation’s snare, the stems tangled around the blade and the steel handle—cold, ruthless, and trapped. Like her.
Too on edge to stay seated, I paced along the windows, the world outside dark, fallen to the night’s army. A minute, then two, ticked by, and Kali still hadn’t finished her inspection, her eyebrows drawn together.
Gedeon stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Do you like it?”
She lowered her arm to her side. “I love it. I just wanted to torture you for a bit.”
“Thank the gods. Because I don’t think I’d leave this room alive if you hated it,” Dorrian muttered as he packed up his instruments.
I stepped toward him for daring to propose such insanity as doing something that would displease her. Gedeon outstretched an arm across my chest and subtly shook his head.
Dorrian better return to Damia’s compound fast or I was teaching Kali where to stab someone to ensure a slow death, using him as a practice dummy.
Knuckles beat on the door. “How long are you going to take? We’re dying out here.” The wood couldn’t stop Jayla’s loud voice from penetrating it. “Some of us want to enjoy our night and not sit around only listening to you all doing…whatever. The walls are thin and you’re not that quiet, you know.”
I almost ripped the door off its hinges and was met with a mass of our people gathered in the hall, all focusing on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, or each other. All but here.
“So? Ready to come out?” Jayla pressed.
“Go fuck Ava.” I slammed the door in her face and blocked out the image of her gaping at me with an open mouth. I worked closely with Ava. And Jayla babbled. Wasn’t that hard to put two and two together.
“What is that?” Kali tried to take the small box from Gedeon. It drew a high arch in the air as he threw it to me. “Oh, come on!” She propped her hands on her hips.
Striding toward them, I opened the lid of the dark wood box. “We have something for you.”
She peered at the black leather coiled up inside. “I’m not sure what this is.”
“It’s a collar. Kind of like a necklace.” Gedeon took it out, demonstrating to her the masterful work of leather Lucia had done. “It wraps around your neck and fastens in the back, so it stays snug on your neck.”
“And this?” She lifted a longer strip of leather, its one end connected to the buckle at the back of the collar and the rest hanging in the air.
I wound it around the main part. “It goes around the collar a few times over, like those vines of your tattoo. It’s designed to look inconspicuous—like an intricate work of art.
But we can unwrap this longer part and use it as a leash, or you can separate it completely from the buckle and use it as a whip. ”
A grin burst out of her. “So that means whenever you annoy me, I can whip you.”
She remembered that night at Vice. Only then, the show had felt off. The first part had been fine, nowhere near great without them, but the second… I’d had to employ my fantasies to finish.
Now, I could put them into action.
So. Many. Fantasies.
“First, you need to learn how. But he can teach you.” I nodded to Gedeon. A corner of his lips quirked up. “Or we can use it to control what you can and can’t do by tugging on the leash.”
He unclasped the buckle, revealing the velvet lining on the inside I’d requested to make it more comfortable. “Would you like to wear it tonight?”