Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Kaitlyn
I have never felt as safe as I do right now, wrapped protectively within the arms of this man.
He may be a stranger but some part of me recognizes him.
With every step we take together, every spin around the dance floor, a memory of having done this before flitters through my mind.
Warmth engulfs my body, chasing away any worries, any fears, any doubts I may have. Leaving behind a feeling of peace.
The world seems to shift, a haze of some sort slowly lifting, as other guests seem to become something more. Something one would see on TV or read in stories. Something distinctly 'other.'
Fur sprouts from skin. Teeth turn into fangs. Horns and wings appear from nowhere... and yet I'm still not afraid.
A familiar weight wraps around my ankle, grounding me. Somewhere in the room, a clock chimes with each passing hour. The air shimmers, a hazy fog drifting about the room, creating phantoms as it swirls around every dancer's feet.
Together, the man who saved me from being a social outcast and I continue to dance. Around and around, our bodies sway together, knowing how the other will move as if we have done this a million times before.
My mystery man leans closer, his warmth engulfing my body, as the notes from the current song fade away, "How about we go somewhere a little more... private?"
His voice is a low, sensual purr, the sound traveling through my body, stoking up the flames within my core and making my pussy ache with sudden need.
"I don't even know your name..." Really? That's all I have to say? I could just slap myself.
He just smirks, a light sparking in his eyes, as if he's in on some sort of joke, "It's Cain, my little Dove."
"Cain..." I whisper the word, tasting every syllable and vowel as it comes out in a breathy sigh. A gentle hand cups my cheek and I sigh, leaning into his touch.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?..." he trails off, giving me a chance to speak up.
Unlike with any other man there was no annoyance in his tone. No judgement at my hesitation.
Shaking my head, I lean into his side as he pulls me close, his arm wrapping around my waist as he guides me through the room to another, that is somehow larger, even more grander than the one we just left.
"Talk about larger on the inside," I mutter, my arm wrapping around Cain's waist as if to make sure I don't become lost in what appears to be a den of iniquity.
Silks--rich reds, metallic silver, and the darkest of any black I have ever seen--hang in swatches from the ceiling, between large black marble columns, and draped across every lounge and settee within the room.
Soft music plays from some unseen speakers, accompanied by moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure as couples and groups take pleasure in all sorts of carnal acts.
Nearby, a groan I'd recognize anywhere, sounds to my right.
"Josh?"
Curious, I watch as his eyes roll back, a look of pleasure and pain crossing his face as his hands grasp at the chains bound to his wrists overhead.
A very naked Andre'ah sitting across his lap, riding his cock as her hands grasp her breasts.
Sharp, tiny black horns peeking out through her fiery red hair, a thin tail wrapping around his ankle as small leather wings arch out behind her.
"Such a good little toy..." her voice dropped to a seductive purr as she continues to ride his cock. The red lights of the room shining off their twin silver and black bracelets.
I know I should feel something. Jealousy maybe?
Or hurt that he's obviously been cheating on me, but I find myself feeling nothing.
No loss of a semi-long term relationship.
No feeling of betrayal. Just calm acceptance and maybe even a bit of freedom?
That, having seen this, I'm now free to make my own choice?
To move on and find someone who's soul calls out to my own. Someone like...
Biting my lip, I glance over at Cain, "Are you... Like her?"
Cain chuckles, his voice a low rumble that goes straight to my core. "No, little dove. I'm a different sort of monster."
"Different?" Curious, I return my attention back to the couple, my back pressing against Cain's chest as his arms wrap around my waist, grounding me.
"Andre'ah sees the darkness in his heart..." His lips brush against my ear, his voice a soft whisper, as if he was imparting to me some secret, "She will devour him slowly. Take sips here and there, savoring him for months until..."
My breath catches, heat engulfing my body as I continue watching, "Until?"
"Until she gets bored and devours his soul, leaving an empty husk behind."
As we watch the demoness in question cries out, her wings unfurling behind her, leaving a moaning, panting mess, as he starts to beg.
"I wonder... Will my sweet, innocent dove coo for me too?
Ride my cock like the goddess given gift that she is as she takes her pleasure?
" A hand drifts upwards, cupping my breast. His fingertips pinching my nipple through the fabric, the sensation causing my underwear to get drenched at the thought of more.
"Here?" I can't help but squeak, finding myself suddenly shy at the thought of everyone in this room watching us, of Josh watching...
"An interesting thought," he chuckles, "but not tonight."
Not tonight... My heart stops at the thought of the night ending. Of him turning me away. Maybe he's changed his mind about me. Maybe he wants to join Andre'ah. She's so gorgeous and I'm...
Sharp pain pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts as fingers grab my hair, tipping my head back while firm lips press against my own.
"Never question my intention for you," he growls, pulling away, "Unlike her... I keep what is mine."
"Now be a good girl and come."
I think I just did...