Chapter Four #2
I’d delight in this side of myself with her while searching for answers on how to ripen her soul and end the world with it. Besides, a little pain and pleasure with my Counter Soul felt like foreplay for the apocalypse.
She was waiting for me when I got to the bedroom, her hand on one hip and the other up like she’d been checking her nails. Her two-colored sneer shot down to me, but it was that little hitch to her mouth that drew my eyes like a magnet.
“Undress and get on the bed,” she demanded, the voice she’d used on me in the corridor at the club back with a vengeance.
I bit back a grin and got to my feet. I towered over her, but by the glower she cast up at me, you’d never know it. My pretty little viper was the ruling authority in this place.
With one hand, my shirt was up and over rippling muscle, tattoos, and piercings, then thrown to the floor.
Kicking off my boots, my eyes blazed down, taking in her figure with another thirsty sweep.
“Will you be getting undressed too, pet?” Her sour expression called me out before I corrected myself. “Ma’am.”
“I’ll do whatever I feel like.”
The look she tossed my way dared me to ask more questions, because then I might find myself on the other side of a whip. Not exactly a threat to this bloke, but I clamped my mouth shut to see what she’d do.
Slowly, I worked open the button and zip of my tight jeans. They came off and were kicked to the side. My muscles tautened as I hitched both sides of my drawers, yanked them down without ceremony, and tossed them onto the pile.
It was a very quick flash of surprise that hit her face when she caught sight of what I’d done to my knob. I’d been very thorough with my piercings. But then the saucy bird adopted a bored expression, waiting for me to do the rest of what I was told.
I sauntered over to her bed, cheeky grin on my face, and laid out like a lounging king. My smugness fell away a second later as the blonde beauty deftly unzipped her dress and then shimmied it down her body. Underneath wasn’t anything the tight number gave away.
The lace bralette she wore was attached to ribbons that wrapped her taut waist in sensual swirls.
That teeny-tiny lace triangle hiding the prize piece my tongue and teeth couldn’t wait to sample could hardly count as knickers.
Clutching tightly around her thighs were a pair of garters that my mouth ached to tug and drag down her shapely legs.
The tiny tuck of her waist, the large swell of breasts that even my hands would fail to fully palm, and the wide hips and perfectly curved ass on this bird were a bloke’s goddamn wet dream.
She didn’t come over like I hoped she would. She worked her hair up into a ponytail, biting that thick bottom lip as she did. A groan sat in my throat, thoroughly teased. I’d give it to this pretty little viper, she knew how to make a bloke desperate for it.
After giving my body an assessing sweep, she went over to an armoire that hugged the corner of her room. My eyes were instantly snagged by the perfectly round bum I couldn’t wait to take a bite out of.
I wished I’d gotten her name when I first asked for it and given mine so it was what we both breathed when she finally ended the torture and dragged us into pleasure.
The doors to the armoire swung open, and it was a poor bastard’s playground that waited behind them—everything from whipping crops to nipple clips and cock rings to an impressive array of paddles.
The selection was extensive. This pretty little doll wasn’t anything like she first appeared. This bird was a lethal kink queen.
The clink of metal reached my sensitive ears before she wandered over, her half naked figure distracting me enough that I didn’t see her attach a pair of cuffs to the headboard until they were locked around my wrists.
She leaned in close, her breasts brushing up against my chest, putting my face in the seductive hollow of her neck. Her multi-toned blonde hair tickled my cheek as she moved, testing the chain on the bar.
Nothing human-made could ever hold me, but I quite liked how much of her arousal perfumed the air over the mere act of it.
My nostrils flared and I sucked in greedy gulps of that luscious scent that seemed to radiate from every part of her body, sweet as sugar.
I wanted to taste it on my tongue. Sink my fangs into it.
It wasn’t anything I’d ever smelled before.
Arousal with hints of something darker, greedier, forbidden. It made my mouth water.
Her eyes caught mine before she pulled away. “You’re following my orders well enough,” she said on a little lustful breath. “So I’ll reward you.”
The muscles in my torso twitched and my knob jumped, a storm of sensation igniting every cell at the mere thought I’d pleased her.
That elusive smile she rarely gave graced her lips in a flash before it was gone. “I won’t gag or blindfold you.”
My eyes locked on her mouth, the slight smear of lipstick tantalizing purely because it no doubt stained mine, too.
I wanted to growl and devour more of it, spread the color across her cheek, down her neck.
Watch it paint my dick red. I’d make her reapply it before sinking into that pretty little mouth and watching it open as wide as it could to swallow me down.
“But I expect you to voice your pain and pleasure, Songbird. Is that understood? I don’t fuck dead fishies,” she hissed, tearing me out of my fantasy.
Fuck me, this woman was a bloody gift.
“Answer me,” she demanded with a cute growl, and I swallowed around another sound bent on leaving my throat.
I couldn’t wait to get her in these cuffs and at my mercy.
I always gave as good as I got. Her lust-saturated fear earlier wasn’t a one-off.
My Viper liked to be dominated, too. She just didn’t know it yet.
I’d show her how much giving in was just as good as being in control.
Until then, I’d be her plaything and enjoy every bit of it.
I licked my lips and smirked at her. “Yes, ma’am.”