Chapter 8
Aurora
I open my eyes, struggling to focus, then peruse the club seething with life far below. The chains hold my arms and legs, not allowing me to move, while the thick glass chills my hard nipples and bare thighs. A cloudy fog settles on the transparent surface right in front of my face.
I feel bound and helpless but, at the same time …
, strangely protected in this vulnerability.
Down there, in the chaotic flicker of neon lights, I spot Desire.
He strides at the head of a group of grim men who have just come in from the night.
His figure is swift, predatory, coiled. A few local girls start hovering around him, edging closer, and my heart stops, but he doesn’t even grace them with a glance, as if they’re nothing.
He heads straight for that same inconspicuous door we came through earlier to reach the private second floor.
I close my eyes in agonizing anticipation.
My cunt is still filled with his abundant, hot cum, pulsing inside me with every breath.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Desire even knows I was prescribed birth control.
He’s aware of my inner demons, so he could have found out that detail too—to control absolutely everything.
After I got out of the maniac’s basement, I immediately went on the pill.
Soon, I catch his scent. My skin crawls.
I twist my hips, leaning back toward him, while his strong fingers slide in and out painfully slowly.
He seems to love teasing me like this, driving me into a frenzy, making me wet, pliant, and desperate for more.
Suddenly withdrawing his hand and leaving me empty, he rustles his clothes and kneels at my feet.
The next second, his incredibly warm, wet tongue runs demanding over my throbbing, hypersensitive pussy, knocking all the air out of my lungs.
I moan into the cold glass, and he licks me greedily and rhythmically.
His rough hands rise to my ass and push my ass cheeks apart, giving himself full access.
My body tenses until my muscles spasm when his insolent tongue doesn’t stop and moves murderously slowly higher.
I try to tell him to stop, but instead of coherent words, all I hear is indistinct, pathetic mumbling.
At the same time, I’m pulling at my iron restraints with all my might, until the metal creaks, but, of course, in vain.
His strong fingers dig even deeper, almost bruising, into my supple cheeks as his wet, rough tongue slides over my clenched anus.
Oh my god, no, my ass is absolutely not ready for this.
I’m mentally and physically unprepared if he violently breaks in there as well.
Panic overwhelms me. Then, as suddenly and quickly as it began, his invasion disappears.
Finally, he kisses me lightly, almost tenderly, with soft lips on the most sensitive spot before releasing my burning cheeks.
But I don’t think about relaxing, staying taut as a string.
“Desire …, can you stand in front of me?” I ask, forcing the words out with difficulty.
I’m fed up with staring down at this meaningless club scene and all those strangers. I want to look directly into the eyes of the one who owns me. I want to see my worst nightmare.
“Anything for my good princess.” A low, velvety chuckle comes from behind me.
The mechanism clanks, the chains pulling taut with a metallic rattle, and I’m ripped away from the cool glass.
I’m forced to stand again on my high heels, still bent over, held in place by the restraints.
My bound wrists start throbbing and chafing from the friction of the leather against my tender skin.
And it feels good. It brings me back to reality. I love it when he hurts me.
The clink of metal cuts through the air.
The chains on my ankles suddenly give, going slack, and the tension in my legs eases.
Desire—naked again—circles to my front and sits on the angled window directly across from me.
My cunt throbs painfully, ravaged by his cock.
Sticky drops of blood are drying on the inside of my thighs, but from his dark hungry gaze, I guess he’s not going to stop.
To survive this night, that single glass of champagne at the beginning of the evening wasn’t enough.
His hands settle on my thighs, and he drags me toward him and lifts me.
My high heels come off the floor, and for one agonizing second, I hang by my full weight from the chains binding my wrists.
The cuffs bite into my skin, but I don’t even have time to cry out.
He slowly impales me on his hard dick. My eyes widen as I watch mesmerized at my body welcoming every inch of his cock.
“Looks like I’m not the only one feasting tonight,” he rasps with a hoarse smirk, enjoying my emotion-twisted face, and I whimper. “You’re a fucking hungry girl.”
He adjusts his grip, lifts me by the waist, and slams me back down, impaling me to the hilt.
“I like this,” he growls into my ear.
Desire thrusts into me hard and rhythmically.
My ragged breathing breaks into rapid gasps, my body drawn taut like a bowstring.
My moans fill the room as a powerful orgasm crashes over me.
A second later, with a low groan, he spills deep inside me again.
I close my eyes, feeling his cock pulse wildly in time with the spasms of my ravaged cunt.
As the trembling subsides, he lifts me off, freeing himself, and unbuckles the heavy leather cuffs from my ankles.
Then my bound wrists are released. As soon as the last buckle clicks open, I collapse, but he catches me, scooping me up as if I weigh nothing.
Only now does the weakness in my limbs become terrifyingly real.
Until this moment, I had no idea how exhausted and helpless I really was.
He carries me to the large leather couch in the corner of the room, lays me down then disappears and returns holding a glass of water and a white pill.
“Painkiller,” he says, offering his open palm.
With trembling fingers, I take only the glass, greedily wetting my throat, but I toss the pill to the floor. I don’t want to dull these sensations. I want to feel this raw, stinging pain, to suffer a little longer before I have to return to my bland gray life.
Desire is silent, studying my face. “What’s on your mind?” he asks.
I lower my eyes, and one of his loafers, carelessly discarded by the window, is heavily splattered with blood. My gaze snags on the dark stain. He was gone only a short time—did he brutally beat someone in those few minutes … or even kill them?
“Hey.” His rough fingers grip my chin, pulling me away from those frightening thoughts, and I meet his eyes.
Desire is obsessed with controlling every second of my life and can’t stand it when I try to hide something from him. It’s terrifyingly arousing.
“You came to me at almost the same time as Zack” slips from my lips. “Was that a coincidence?”
He promised he wouldn’t lie to me.
He slowly tilts his head to the side, studying my face.
“You came at a very convenient time,” I add, fidgeting with the sweaty ends of my hair.
“I was on my way to fuck you, but the plans changed,” he stated.
No excuses. He didn’t confess, but he didn’t deny my suspicions either.
“When I saw Zack in your apartment, I decided that your first time should happen somewhere else. At the very top.” He nods toward the window, where the club chaos continues to rage. Then his thumb slowly traces my swollen lips, and my breath hitches.
“You knew I was a virgin,” I whisper, a hot blush of shame flooding my cheeks. He mentioned it the first time when he was driving me from the Onyx Plaza. “How?”
“Zack was running his mouth on every fucking corner about how he’d never fucked you.” He shrugs.
Bitter, stinging tears of hurt blur my vision. That pathetic bastard not only never touched me for months, but he also publicly painted me as some kind of defective, unwanted doll he just couldn’t be bothered with. The humiliation burns inside me, making me curl into a ball.
“I’m the first one who took you,” Desire says low, with obvious possessive satisfaction, drawing my attention. His palm rests on my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. “We both have something to be fucking proud of tonight.”
I smile through the blur of tears, giving in to his oppressive charisma. Without a doubt, Desire Sterling is one hundred percent an incorrigible narcissist with delusions of grandeur, absolutely certain of his own exceptionalism, but in his twisted dark system, he considers me worthy of being his.
He scoops me into his arms again, and I gasp at the suddenness and the jolt to my pulse, pressing my body against his crowned chest as he takes a confident step toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom. Need to take care of your overworked cunt before we continue.”