Chapter 37 Blaise
I couldn’t help but smirk at the shocked look on Katarina’s face. Here I was, chained up and vulnerable and yet I was demanding that she strip out of her clothes. I watched her deliberate in her head, the riding crop tapping lightly across her arms as she thought about my demand.
The sound of the toy hitting her porcelain skin only made my erection harder. I shifted my legs a bit, trying to move around enough to release some of the pressure.
“Why do I have to get undressed?” she finally asked.
“Because I want to see all of you while you cause me pain.”
She almost winced but quickly caught herself. “Does it really hurt you?”
“Yes. But in a good way.”
Looking down at the riding crop again, she smiled. “I’d always been aware of BDSM things, but I never knew anyone who was into it.”
“It’s not something people usually flaunt,” I grumbled. “Now, take off everything but your bra and panties.”
“So demanding,” she said. The redness in her cheeks grew while she started to undress. She was still wearing the flowing skirt and tight tank top she had on during the family meeting that ended up with everyone else getting arrested. So, it didn’t take her long to remove everything.
I sucked in a deep breath when I saw her stand in front of me in a pair of pink lace panties and a matching bra.
They complimented her red, curly hair nicely, and once again, I had to shift my feet to relieve the pressure in my crotch.
A slight blush crawled up her neck as she watched me watching her while I hung from the ceiling like a prisoner.
Like her prisoner.
“So,” she started, her voice barely a whisper. “Now what?”
“Come here,” I growled. When her lips reached mine, I shoved my tongue inside so deep I felt her tense beneath me.
The salty and sweet taste of her seeped straight into my soul, and the animal inside me rumbled his content.
Katarina was the first woman to wake him up.
I wanted so much more of this feeling, and not being able to put my hands on her was already torturing me in all the ways I craved.
Katarina pulled away before I wanted her to and smiled up at me.
“I don’t think you should be the one giving the commands anymore.
” With a wink, she walked to the wall behind her and pulled on my chains.
My arms slowly lifted higher, bringing me to my feet with just a small amount of weight on them.
The metal cuffs dug into my wrists, but instead of wincing in pain, I shivered with excitement.
Once the chains were secured again, my little witchy-demon sauntered closer.
She was examining the room around her, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes kept traveling to my lower stomach as she licked her lips.
Without saying anything, she set the riding crop on the ground beside her and bent over to pull off my shoes.
I could barely breathe as she began to undress me.
The air in my lungs burned with need while I looked down at her.
She met my gaze, and as she stood, I didn’t miss the slight smirk on her lips when she ran her nails down my chest.
“So smooth,” she cooed.
I swallowed hard when her fingers slipped under my jeans and made their way to the button.
But before she opened them, she stepped back and gazed at me again.
I was a willing body to her desires right now.
That look… the way she stared directly into my soul and called to my animal…
I’d never experienced anything like that in all my years.
Her cheeks colored again with whatever thoughts raced through her mind, and I trembled as I tried to decipher that look on her face.
Again, in silence, she approached me. This time, her fingers went straight to the button and then the zipper.
A slight giggle escaped her lips as she had to maneuver the jeans around my cock, which was now at full attention and busting at the seams to get out.
Katarina lifted her chin and pressed against my bare chest as she ran her hands over my ass. The heat inside my core burned. The dragon inside my soul sang to her. And my heart, my cold, dark heart, pounded against my ribs so hard I thought it might break.
“Is that him?” she asked, her ear resting against my pecs, her breath coming out in shallow pants.
“Yes,” I growled.
“I think he likes me,” she said. “It sounds like he’s purring.”
Huffing a laugh, I enjoyed how her face bounced lightly against me as my muscles moved. “He’s fucking obsessed with you.”
She sucked in a breath and looked up at me.
And that’s when I saw it. In her eyes. That love she had for me that I didn’t deserve.
And yes, I said love. How it could happen so fast, or at all, was a mystery.
But my animal had only ever stirred for her, and that meant so much more than any human emotion could ever describe.
Katarina’s lips found mine again, and I devoured her. As her fingers scraped against the scarred skin on my back, I tried to swallow her whole. All of her. I needed all of her inside of me now.
As though sensing my urgency, Katarina pulled away and giggled. Denying myself what I needed was a sure way to turn me on, and her wicked smirk told me I was about to be tortured until I couldn’t breathe.
She finished unzipping my pants, pulling down both the jeans and my boxers at the same time.
I squeezed my eyes shut when her fingers traced the lines of my defined thigh muscles, and I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood when her nose brushed against my erection.
I swear I heard her laugh again and I reveled in the way she was taking control of the situation.
I almost burst at the seams when she locked my ankles into the shackles on the floor. “How did you…?” I asked.
“My eyes adjusted to the darkness,” she cooed. “And I want you to be fully locked up.”
I swallowed. Hard. “For what?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.
Holy fuck, I’ve never been so hard for a woman before.
Even when she wasn’t in front of me, I had no problem getting aroused just thinking about what it would feel like to have her lips on my cock.
Or, even better, pushing inside of her to claim her as my own.
My dick twitched, a little moisture leaking from the tip. Katarina locked my left leg into the cuff, forcing me to stand still since I’d reduced the amount of slack in the floor chains a long time ago.
As the metal clicked against my skin, Katarina stood and turned her back to me.
The indentation along her spine highlighted her taut back, and that ass…
fuck. If she would bend over and, holy hell.
She did. She bent over right in front of me, her scent filling my world and the dragon inside burning against my skin.
We wanted to taste her so badly. We wanted to be inside of her.
My dragon wanted to meet her.
I swallowed a scream when I felt him stir. The pain in my back intensified like he was reconfiguring the bones in my shoulders. Fire ripped through my blood, the throbbing pulses of my heart pushing that burning sensation everywhere. It hurt and it felt fucking amazing at the same time.
Katarina turned back around, her eyes narrowing when she looked at my face. “Are you okay? Did I make them too tight?”
I shook my head and smiled at her. “No. I’m good.” When she didn’t move right away, I winked at her. “Pick up the crop.”
“I thought I was in control,” she snapped, the slight quiver in her voice betraying her confidence.
“You are. I’m the one chained up.”
“True.” She took the few steps needed to get right next to me and traced her fingers down my ribs. I shivered under her touch, goosebumps pulling at my skin and that fire in my blood sending tendrils of pain throughout my body.
“Do you like to be tied up?” she whispered, her lips gently kissing my nipple.
“I like the torture,” I confessed.
Her hand brushed against my erection. “Torture turns you on?”
With a quick nod, I said, “When it’s happening to me.”
“Interesting,” she breathed and then dropped to the ground. I thought she was picking up the riding crop, but when she wrapped her lips around my dick, I sucked in a breath so quick, my ankles and wrists burned with the pain of the cuffs digging into them.
Katarina moaned as she took me in her mouth.
Just a few licks in and I knew she had me forever.
I would do anything for her. Be anyone for her.
Kill anyone for her. She could have my heart and soul, trample all over them until they bled, and I would still come crawling back asking for more. She had all of us. Me and my dragon.
I groaned beneath her touch, sure it wouldn’t take long before I was coming in her mouth. She reached up and ran her right hand along my chest while her left slid between my legs and massaged my balls. I twitched at the sensation, not remembering when I’d last allowed a woman to touch me this way.
Katarina looked up at me and I watched my cock slide in and out of her perfect mouth. Her red lips puckered against my skin, stretching as I filled her up. She dropped her hand from my chest and started to stroke me in time with her mouth, her eyes still boring into mine.
“Fuck, Katarina,” I moaned. My dick twitched, my body tensed, and before I could stop it, I released everything I had inside of her. Letting out a shout when she squeezed my balls, I spilled my seed over and over. So much cum. So much for my Katarina to swallow.
But she took it all down, holding me in her mouth until I stopped shuddering and the last of my release hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t make a sound. Nothing to indicate that I’d just ravaged her beautiful mouth or that I’d been unable to control myself for very long.
She ran her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I let out a tortured noise.
Something between a moan and a scream I think.
Whatever it was, it made Katarina lick me again, and I knew my erection would be back in no time at all.
Pulling away, my witchy-demon sex fiend wiped at her mouth and stood again, riding crop in her hand. She licked her lips as I watched like an eager prisoner waiting to see what she had planned. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I moaned, wanting so badly to touch her.
Her gaze flicked to my hands, now pulling against the chains. “You want to touch me?” she teased.
“Fuck yes.”
“Hmm.” She slowly walked out of my line of sight until she was standing somewhere behind me. And when I felt the sharp crack of the riding crop slice across my back, I slammed my teeth together to hold in my squeal.
She hit me again.
And again.
My legs trembled and my knees gave out. And when Katarina gently kissed my back where she’d just beaten me, I sighed.
I’d never dissected exactly why I needed pain in my life to enjoy sex, and I didn’t really intend to.
But the pain inflicted by Katarina followed by the love she showed me in those gentle kisses, made me wonder if it was her all along.
I only needed her.
She hit me again and my erection grew to its full length. Jesus, that didn’t take very long. My animal agreed with me, and I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to claim Katarina. I needed to take her as my own and reinforce the bond growing between us.
Another slice of pleasurable pain danced across my back.
“Katarina,” I groaned.
She immediately dashed around my side so she could look up at me. “Oh no. Did I hurt you?”
I chuckled. “Not at all. See?” I glanced down at my dick, and she giggled. “But I don’t know how much longer I can wait to be inside of you.”
She sucked in a breath. “Blaise, your eyes. I’ve never seen them glow like that.”
“It’s the dragon,” I breathed, knowing it was him without seeing what I looked like. “He’s close.”
“What do I do?” she asked.
“Release me,” I growled.