Chapter 14 #2
“Well caught, my friend,” the baron muses, circling me, eyeing the huntress mark. “I’ve heard tell of this one. She’s killed many men. How did you tame her?”
“What makes you think her tame?” Bael’s smile holds teeth. “I told you once. It’s not the tamed ones that interest me, it’s the taming itself.”
I glance at him, but we already discussed the role he’ll be playing. He’s used his reputation in the past to create a mythos for himself.
“Exquisite.” The baron reaches for my breasts and a soft growl fills the room.
“Mine,” Bael tells him in a quiet, but firm voice, his grip on the leash tightening.
“I’ll allow you to look this once, but she is not to be touched or I will fill these halls with blood.
And once I have her through the portal, she will be locked away at my castle, where no one will ever see her again. ”
“A shame. Will you grant us a demonstration at least?” the baron purrs.
It’s his way of getting back at Bael for making him come close to soiling himself.
“I’m nobody’s entertainment,” I growl.
“In one of the private rooms, perhaps.” Bael lifts my hand to his mouth, kissing the back of my knuckles and eyeing the baron over the top of them. It’s a way to tell me to calm. We expected this, but still…
I won’t perform in front of all these people.
“Look at the defiance in her eyes. What a beauty. This one will require some breaking,” the baron’s lip curls in a snarl. “Perhaps I will send for the cat o’ nine.”
Bael puts a hand to his chest, looking sleepy eyed again. “But you forget. This one is mine. Mine to break. Mine to tame. Mine to fuck. I make the decisions when it comes to her training.”
“You have a soft touch.”
“I’m not interested in breaking her will. I want that fierce spirit addicted to my cock, so she will beg me for another taste of it. Not fear me. The best leash is the invisible one.”
“This way then,” the baron muses. “I have the perfect room for you.”
He leads us to an alcove off the main room. We duck through a small tunnel, and find ourselves in a cave. Water trickles down one wall, and pretty little vines climb around it.
The walls are a clear crystal blue.
One cannot see fully through them, but I can make out the shadows on the other side as people walk past. They’ll see our silhouettes. Our bodies writhing. Just as we can see them.
The room itself is set out similarly to the room at the inn. Padded bench, X-shaped cross, a table with several instruments on it, and numerous manacles bound to the walls and roof.
“Thank you,” Bael says, interposing himself between us. “I shall take it from here.”
The baron licks his lips, trying to snatch a glance at me, but then he merely nods and disappears back into the darkness, where I have no doubt he’ll be one of the shadows on the other side of that wall.
Bael circles the room, examining everything. He looks toward me, one brow arching.
I nod. I’m okay. I couldn’t do this out there, but this feels intimate enough.
“Everything that is done to you here is by your whim,” Bael tells me. “You’re in control. You tell me how far this goes. You tell me how much you can take. If I push you too far, then you use your safe word. Understood?”
I nod.
He caresses my face, thumb stroking firmly over my lips. “I need a yes, Zyla.”
“Yes. Understood.” I suck his thumb into my mouth, stroking the underside of it with my tongue to show him I am with him all the way.
Bael hisses through his teeth, his eyes turning dark. “You’re such a brat.” Capturing my jaw in his hand, he leans down and kisses me. “Maybe I will enjoy this more than I thought.”
Our mouths collide, his tongue a hot lash against mine. In this he’s the conqueror, and I submit to his touch with an ever-growing ease. At every moment he meets me as an equal, and it’s this that brings down my walls, shattering each barrier one by one.
He loves my defiance. I can feel it in the way he consumes me, eating at my mouth as if he wants to drink me down. Step by step he pushes me back, until my bottom rests against the padded bench, and I have to splay a hand back to stop myself from toppling.
“Bael,” I gasp, head tilting back to reveal my throat to him as his lips graze over my pulse. “Gods, I love the taste of your mouth.”
“You have no idea how much,” he says wolfishly, shoving a thigh between mine. Grabbing my wrists, he splays me back, his hips forcing mine wide. “Look at you.” Hooded eyes devour me. “So pretty and gold. Spread your thighs. Spread them wide.”
I obey, my heated flesh slick and aroused. I’m so wet, I could take him right now.
But he merely kisses under my chin, working his way down, his large hands sliding my sleeve off my shoulder. The lace hooks on the edge of my nipple and he captures my breast in his palm, weighing it, before he plucks something from the tray beside him.
It’s a clamp, shaped somewhat like a butterfly.
Tension unfurls within me, soft and delicious. “What are you—?”
Watching me the whole time, he slides the clamp over my breast, circling my nipple. And then he eases it on.
“Bael!” The clamp pinches tight over my nipple and I hiss. Gods, the pain twists my stomach, makes me clench my thighs, makes me slick…
“You do like it,” Bael murmurs, watching every hint of expression cross my face as though he’s devouring it.
He sucks the clamp into his mouth, and this time he wins a soft cry from me as the pressure both intensifies and softens from the heat of his mouth. Fuck. I want to moan. I want to curl my fingers in his hair and pull. I don’t know what I want.
His mouth releases me with a wet pop.
Conversation captures my ear. People murmuring on the other side of the crystal walls.
“Eyes on me, lioness.” He grips my chin. “Only me, Zyla.”
Baring my other breast, he works it the same way, laving my areola with his tongue. A second clamp follows, feeling like it has a direct connection to my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp, hands sinking into his hair as I wilt backward.
Bael kisses me everywhere, his hands roaming over my thighs and ass, pinning me wide as he shoves my skirts up. His mouth follows, capturing my cunt with the same conquering claim as the way he took my mouth.
Sounds come out of my throat, sounds I’ve never made before.
I whimper and moan, thrusting shamelessly against him, even as I grip fistfuls of his hair.
Oh, Gods. I want to scream. The last time he made me come, it built slowly, teasing me with his mercilessness.
This is like a flashfire. My nerves want to explode and he’s barely fucking touching me.
Tongue fluttering over my clit, he looks up the length of my body, amber eyes gleaming as he licks every last hint of paint from my wet cunt.
“Please,” I gasp. “I just… Please…”
He slaps my thigh, the vibration making me shudder. “Don’t be impatient. You’ll come when I say you’ll come.”
Two fingers find me, sliding deep inside me. Working me with both fingers and tongue, he takes me straight to the edge. Every time I hit that crest, he backs off, until I can barely take it anymore.
“Just fucking do it,” I scream.
“Come,” he growls, the sensation vibrating through my sleek skin. “Come for me, Zyla. Scream it.”
And then he suckles hard.
Climax crashes over me like the roll of a storm, lightning searing my nerves. I scream and beg as he drinks down my pleasure, tongue absolutely merciless. There’s no escape. Not until I’m desperate and begging him, pleasure-soaked and ruined.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing one last wet kiss to my mons, before he straightens up, wiping my wetness from his face.
Mouth capturing my nipple, he unlocks the first clamp, and I cry out as blood rushes back in. The heat of his mouth eases the pain, leaving me gasping as he does the same to my other nipple. Fingers drive into my cunt again, and he scissors them this time, taking me right back over the edge.
This time I’m ruined.
Flipping me over, he chains me to the kneeling chair, locking my collar in so tight I can’t move, even if I had the desire to do so.
The padded “seat” drives under my hips, forcing me to thrust my ass high in the air.
It’s horrifically vulnerable, but in some strange way I trust him. I know he’d never let anyone hurt me.
And I couldn’t move right now anyway. Aftershock still trembles through me, leaving me a quivering mess.
“Brace yourself,” he whispers in my ear, and then his fingers find the back of my dress and he tears it.
I gasp.
“More,” someone calls, pulling my attention to the walls.
Bael catches my chin in his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Me. Only me.”
Dripping the bottle of oil over his fingers, he meets my gaze, and then he rubs one over my lips, leaving them slick and molten. His other hand strays to his belt and slowly, he undoes the top two buttons, before circling me, painting oil down my bare back.
Those fingers find my cunt, sliding in wetly.
“I’m a man of my word,” he whispers in my ear as he works me with two fingers. “I swore I’d spank you for stealing my blade, and I haven’t yet had a chance to fulfill my promise.”
The rasp of his belt through his trousers brings all my attention in on the sensation within my body. I can’t see him. Only feel him as he works a third brutal finger inside me.
“Give me all of you,” he whispers, the rough calluses of his fingertips brushing against my clit. “Not just the parts the world sees, but all the broken pieces you hide so well. Let down your guard. Let me in. Let me love you, especially those broken pieces. I will shield them ever so carefully.”
A shudder runs through me. My body is his, and dare I say it, but my heart trembles in that direction. But this? He asks for everything. For my soul.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Bael drapes a silk blindfold across my eyes, tying it behind my head. Immediately, all my senses heighten, and a small pit of delicious nervousness blooms inside me.
“You are safe,” he tells me, as if he senses it.
Despite myself, I tense. “How many?”