Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
“Idon’t—”
A scream cuts me off. It’s my own scream, and it turns into a moan of pleasure when Reaper slaps my ass a second time.
Fuck, I love the sizzling sensation. I’d never let another man do what he just did, but with him, it’s different. I crave every second of it.
One of his hands caresses my burning flesh, while the other sneaks between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” Reaper murmurs, his fingers playing with my clit until I whimper. Even if I could, I wouldn’t stop him, because he knows exactly how to touch me. He knows the perfect amount of pressure, the precise circling of his fingertips, and just the right speed.
Without skipping a beat, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I almost come on the spot.
“You’re in desperate need of a cock, aren’t you, little thief?”
“Yes!” I gasp, riding his fingers.
Even though I love them inside me and on my clit, I need more. Something bigger. Harder. Deeper.
Without warning, he withdraws his fingers and pushes something long into my opening, inch by inch. I gasp as realization hits.
Did he just . . . ? Did he really . . . ?
Never slowing down, he pushes the handle of my own whip inside me, using the rest of it to rub my clit. My eyes roll back in my head, and I moan shamelessly, not caring anymore who might hear me or see me like this.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now, little thief,” Reaper groans into my ear, “taking the whip like that. I’m so fucking pleased with your costume choice tonight.”
The frosty night air tingles on my skin, but all I feel is heat. All I hear are the sounds coming from the surrounding maze, the eerie music, the rhythmic pounding, the moans getting louder, and the whimpers of the other people.
Liquid heat races through my system, sizzling and burning hot.
“Oh my God . . .”
“I’ve told you once before,” Reaper growls, pushing the handle deeper into me. “There’s no God here. Only the Devil himself.”
My fingers twitch like they want to grab the whip, but they can’t.
My wrists are still tied up behind my back, leaving me bound and helpless, at the mercy of the Mafia enforcer haunting me for data files I once stole.
I never gave them back, and he never turned me in or tried to kill me.
But he could if he wanted to. He could snap my neck in an instant, and I wouldn’t even see it coming.
Suddenly, I’m not so sure anymore he won’t harm me. With intent or involuntarily.
“Reaper . . .” Slight panic surges in my chest, but I don’t stop him. I probably couldn’t even if I tried. Only, the fear tightening my muscles is bigger than my arousal.
He catches my chin between his thumb and his forefinger. His eyes are as dark and deadly as I remember, but now there’s a hint of something else in them. Something softer.
“You trust me?”
I laugh hoarsely. “No way.”
Which is a weird thing to say, considering I’m kneeling in a secret chamber in the middle of a hedge maze belonging to the most exclusive sex club in all of the United Kingdom. My hands are tied, my legs are spread, and he just pushed the handle of my whip into my pussy.
Oh, and don’t forget the other people gathering around to watch us. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice more masked men entering the alcove, all friends of Reaper, just waiting for his approval to do to me whatever they want.
How the hell did I end up here?
Reaper hesitates, and for a moment, I think he’s about to finally take off his mask to reassure me. But he doesn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. He never has in all the time I’ve known him.
Instead he leans down until we’re at eye level, and I could almost kiss him if it weren’t for that damn mask.
“Do it now,” he whispers. “You’ll love it. I promise. Trust me.”
I don’t know how much a promise from a ruthless Mafia enforcer is worth nowadays, but I nod anyway. “Okay.”
He watches me intently. “Give me a color.”
“Green,” I say without hesitation, remembering the safe words.
“Such a good little thief.” He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I immediately suck on it. “Now take what I give you. Take what you deserve.”
With that, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth. His other hand moves to the handle, and he pushes it all the way inside—then starts fucking me with it.
“Oh damn!”
Everything in me concentrates on the feeling between my legs, on the ever-growing need and lust and despair, and my embarrassingly wet pussy already clamping around the handle.
A hoarse whimper escapes my throat.
“That’s it,” Reaper rasps, quickening his pace.
His fingers are suddenly on my clit, blurring over it with each thrust.
I hate that he’s right—that all of this is turning me on, and I can’t take it any longer.
“Be a good little slut and come for me. Come for everyone watching.”
He pinches my clit, and the climax rips through my body. I come so hard I almost lose consciousness. Reaper slings his arms around me and keeps me upright, never stopping fucking me with the handle, until the last tremors have left my body.
I turn my head, panting, incredulous, searching for his gaze.
His eyes are piercing and full of heat when he grabs my face. “You have no idea how hot that was.”
The need in his voice is almost palpable, and I can’t help but smile at his praise.
More men have now found their way into the secret room, making the total five.
Five men, all of them wearing black clothes, identical masks covering their faces, like something straight out of a horror movie.
They’re surrounding us, watching every move, listening to every sound I make, moaning with their dicks in their hands.
Two of them come with a deep grunt, their eyes fixed on the handle in my pussy. Three are still hard, staring at us, waiting for what will happen. Waiting their turn.
My gaze snaps back to Reaper, and I moisten my lips. “What’s next?”
“Next,” he says and carefully pulls out the handle, his hands gripping my hips firmly to turn me around so I can lean on the backrest, “I’m going to fuck you in front of everybody. But before that . . .”
He takes a big step back, letting the other guys come closer.