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You were seventeen. ”
Eliza had been fifteen, and that’s how he saw her now. Straight blonde hair, blue eyes. It was suddenly so pathetically obvious why he had stayed with Lauren longer than the other Mistresses he had manipulated. That same purity in her glance. Not the sickness infecting his own soul that made him such a good match for his foster mothers, so capable of manipulating them. He’d manipulated Lauren, but he’d never touched the core of her, because she was a grown woman who had been strong and clean enough that the filth of his soul hadn’t been able to completely break her. Eliza hadn’t been so lucky.
“You can’t make me look at her. You can’t. ” He dropped to a squat on the ground, his hands tight over his head. He wouldn’t look at it. He’d be damned first.
Careful, Nathan. There are no metaphors in Hell.
The smoke cleared. He recognized the irony in the combination of smoke and mirrors, but he still wouldn’t lift his head. Not until he felt the brush of Dona’s leg against his side.
He exploded into motion, seizing her so in less than a blink he had her on her back, his body arched over hers, hands pinning her wrists to the ground, sitting on her hips to hold her down.
Her eyes were wide, startled, telling him she hadn’t anticipated that move. Nor had some other power, if the rumble that went through the floor told him anything. It gave him the fleeting uneasy feeling of a lover about to confront the father of the village virgin he was ravishing. He didn’t care. Let whatever demons that dwelled in this place come get him. He wasn’t going to be torn open and left to bleed. He’d go down fighting.
His chest rose and fell, not from the effort of pinning a woman half his size, but the reaction of a man being chased over a long distance by things he knew he’d never outrun.
He’d keep running until he couldn’t run further, though. When he went for her lips, she bit him. Snarling, he settled for her throat, biting her back, suckling on the skin to mark her as his, tasting her with his tongue, pressing his cock hard against her belly, letting her feel how much he wanted to fuck her. He could rape her, but as much as he hated having it pointed out by her earlier, he didn’t work that way. He wanted her to command him, to arouse her so much she couldn’t deny her own need. Her breasts pressed against his upper abdomen. He hated that corset. Letting go of her hands, he reached down and yanked the cups out of the way so he could grip the full curves, feel the press of her nipples in his palms.
“I want to see you come. ” His voice was rough, pleading to his own ears.
“I’ll grant that wish. ” Those sorceress’s eyes, looking up at him, told him a blink before it happened that he’d never had the upper hand at all.
The world spun and he was on his knees, ten feet away from her. He wanted to howl. Dona was still there, her corset dipped down like a waist cincher, showing those luscious breasts fully. When he tried to move forward, he was brought up short. He had manacles on his biceps and wrists and they were chained to an eyebolt in the floor, as if he were an animal in truth. As she studied him with that remote expression that saw everything, he felt vicious despair at it, at the way he felt so close to understanding one moment, close to getting into her head and yet yanked away in the next blink. The mirrors still rotated, but at the moment they were mercifully blank.
He wanted his hands
on her thighs, his mouth and body close to hers. She came to him, cupped his face, let him catch his lips briefly on her wrist, the curve of her palm.
Then she strolled across the chamber, back to that old Victorian fainting couch, complete with gold tassels over the carved wood and rich tapestry-patterned fabric.
Tracing her hand over the top of one breast, she paused, her gaze going somewhere behind Nathan.
“Come,” she said imperiously. “I wish you to service me. ” Nathan stiffened as two men walked past him. Both were specimens of physical perfection, muscled, oiled, cocks erect. Each had an identical harness on his cock. A painfully tight chain ran from the base of it through the cleft of the muscular buttocks and hooked to the firmly buckled waist strap. In the front, there was a series of straps fastened with a metal stud in an overlapping point on the cock harness. They fanned out over the shaved pubic area in a sunburst design studded to the waist strap, measured exactly to keep the cock pulled up high.
One of the men had dark hair rippling down his back. The other’s locks were almost white, so they were like yin and yang. As they turned, he saw one had wholly white eyes and the other black, both appearing to be blind, finding her by her voice only.
“Dona, no. I wanted—”
“To bring me fulfillment yourself? I don’t think so. You prefer to tease women, not bring them true pleasure. ” She reached out, caressed and stroked the cock of the white-haired man now standing at her side. Bending, he finished unlacing the corset all the way down the front as she fondled him, wrapping her fist around his cock. “You could never surrender yourself, never give yourself so wholly over to a Mistress’s pleasure. ” She touched the thigh of the other man, standing on the opposite side of her. “Get me wet with your mouth,” she purred the command. “I want to straddle that big cock of yours. ”
“Yes, Mistress. ” He moved to obey. Nathan watched, furious and confused, as the man knelt. The man waited for her to drape her legs gracefully on his shoulders and then he tore the crotch of the pants with one powerful movement that made her gasp.
When he put his lips to work, Dona arched against the loveseat, her mouth opening in pleasure.
“Working you up has gotten me so hot,” she said, her voice catching, lips curving in a smile of self-absorbed pleasure. “We’re entitled to our coffee breaks down here, you know. When it serves a purpose. ”
In the world he’d left, if a Mistress introduced such a measure into the game, he’d counter it with a strategy of his own. Sulking petulance or feigned jealousy, whatever suited the purpose of making her think she was able to manipulate his emotions.
As she arched the man became more enthusiastic, his head moving between her legs, his muscular back rippling. The other man spread open the corset and framed her full breasts in his hands before moving to suckle her nipples. Nathan felt the heat of her response like a wave encompassing him.
He didn’t want to watch other men pleasure his Mistress, but she was right.
Darkness held him, seeking her desire only as a way to control her. Desolately, he realized he hadn’t earned the right to do what these men were doing. With them she could lose herself in that haze that women found from just the simplest of touches upon their much more sensitized skin.
He wanted to do that for her, wanted to discover what minute changes of position would drive her higher, bring her to a climax so elevated it would shatter them both.
Something entered into his conflicting feelings at this moment like a new flavor of wine he’d never tried before, bitter and sweet both, the kind of taste one kept drinking even as he wondered if he liked it.
Despite the fact he was undeserving, he found himself straining against his bonds, needing her to know, wanting her to see.
