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There you are. Nathan. That’s who I want. Not Jonathan.
The others melted away, returning to their couplings and dancing. He was standing again and Dona was there. Cupping her hands around his bound forearms at the small of his back, she pressed herself to him. Her hips, lower abdomen and pubic mound were against his arousal. Her thighs caressed the sensitive tip, the movement of her body sliding the D-ring back and forth.
“Dance with me. ”
This he could do. Sway with her, let her grip steady and guide him as she shifted her weight to a poignant song. The lead singer crooning that he wanted to kiss the eyelids of his sleeping lover and never leave the world of dreams with her. He didn’t want it to end.
Of course. Only Aerosmith could provide the proper soundtrack for Hell.
“Just dance with me. Don’t think. ”
His Mistresses’ faces still stared at him from among the crowd around them. Their eyes were everywhere the strobe lights were, eyes glowing in the dark.
Dona’s palms caressed the upper curve of his buttocks. He dipped his head, pressing his face against her hair. “There are so many of them,” she observed in a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the words kept coming. He wished he could touch her, but she had everything. The right to touch him, cup him as she did now, bringing one hand between them to arouse him even as she punished him with her voice. “In the end, you wanted the next one even before you were done with the previous Mistress. You were getting desperate, too hungry. So at last you chose a Mistress who could destroy you. Put an end to your hunger. ” The S&M Killer had been described that way. The bloodlust driving her mad so she took her victims faster and faster, until she made the fatal step. He shook his head, tried to pull back, but the cock leash and Dona held him fast. “No. I wasn’t like her. ”
“In that way, you were. See your Mistresses another way. Open the eyes of your soul like a newborn. Have the bravery of an infant to face the reality with no blinders on to protect yourself. I know you can. I know you have courage. ” Because she believed he could, he found himself raising his head, lifting his nose from her hair to look at them. They were illuminated in the crowd, motionless among the many gyrating bodies so he could not miss them. Silent, accusatory statues.
Compassionate women who had loved him, sexy Mistresses confident in their power who never expected his intention was to shred and throw their love back into their faces.
No, he didn’t want these thoughts. These weren’t his. That wasn’t how it was. They had malice in them, they all did. If he hadn’t done it to them, they’d have done it to him. Eventually.
His gaze flicked down so he could stare into Dona’s face. Desperately he sought it, that trace of deception he saw lurking in every woman’s eyes. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, were capable of hiding everything. But as they looked back into his, all he felt was confusion clouding what he’d always believed to be true.
Another body pressed against his back. Two hands slid up his thighs, teasing the muscles and the curve of his buttocks. Aliyah and her snake.
“How long does this go on?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking the child’s question.
“Until I say so. Until you figure it out. ” Dona answered the question as Aliyah’s hands caressed his biceps. Dona palmed the broadness of his back. The snake woman’s purr of pleasure and warm breath were against his spine.
“You can’t fool me,” his Mistress whispered. “You can’t run. ” Her fingers crept up to his nape as Aliyah’s lips pressed just below that portion of his skin. Their bodies held him between them, soft, generous curves of breast, hip and the lengths of their thighs against him. The strain on the piercings as his large erection increased proportionately made his head light, just as Dona had predicted. He tried to look away from the knowledge in Dona’s face, but he couldn’t.
“You thought you discovered the ultimate game preserve in the BDSM scene.
Mistresses who have the audacity to bring a man to his knees willingly, for his own pleasure and theirs. You thought you were the hunter, but we both know there was more than that going on, don’t we?” She rubbed her thighs against him, captured his cock between them and let him feel the pressure of her pussy on top of him, the squeeze of her thighs. “I could make you come just from this. Because you’ve always wanted your true Mistress, the one who will care for your soul, the part that needs her so desperately. A Mistress you could love and cherish fully with no fear of her betrayal.
Jonathan is keeping you from that. ”
“Maybe he protects me from the empty fantasy. The lie of it. Aren’t you here because you don’t believe in it?”
He’d lashed out defensively, but he saw he’d landed an arrow with that one. He felt satisfaction along with a moment of regret at the flash of pain through her expression.
He shoved it away. “Fuck you. You’re just playing with my head, like all of them. ” Her lips tightened, her eyes going cool. “I’m trying to get you to stop listening to your fucked-up head and listen to your heart. If you want to do it rough, we can do it rough. ” She stepped back, taking her body beyond his reach, her attention shifting to his shoulder.
What he’d thought were Aliyah’s hands moving to his shoulders was something else. Two snakes, one coming up over either side. He twisted, crying out in fear, but Dona had the chain to his cock still wrapped around her fist. At some point during her fondling, Aliyah apparently had snapped one to the back of the collar and tethered it to the arms, so all she had to do was keep her hand in that taut vertical line of chain to hold him fast. He struggled as more snakes came out of the mosaic floor at his feet and wound around his ankles, spiraling up his calves to his thighs, holding him the same way the pond weed and ropes of grass had done. Only these restraints moved, rasping their live, damp bodies against his skin. The snake at his right shoulder wound around his throat once and then continued down his body, the slender body perfectly suited to winding herself in a tight coil along the length of his cock, giving him a momentary terror as to whether boa constrictors came in pencil-width size. However, the snake seemed content to hover just above his genitals, the threat somehow worse than the reality.
He’d immediately assumed the creature was a she, as if a threat to his manhood could only come in female form. Wouldn’t Dona have a field day with that one? He wished he was flaccid and limp so he could dissuade the creature from using his cock as a tree limb. However, whether it was the piercings, the curse of the place or Dona’s presence commanding him, his traitorous body was more attuned to her Will than his sense of self-preservation. He remained hard as a steel rod.
“Now, my arrogant slave. ” Dona reached out, her fingernails raking down his chest, caressing him and the snakes together. “Stay very still for me. Not a muscle, except those I want you to move. ”
The crowd was a shifting, blurred movement of shadows outside their circle now.
Even the music had died to a mumbling roar of sound, like a distant ocean. Olivia stepped to her side holding a box. Nathan watched, fear turning his vital organs to ice.
He had fucking snakes on him. All over him.
When Olivia opened the box for Dona, his Mistress withdrew the contents carefully.
He knew he didn’t want to look, but of course he did.
