Page 183 of Kneel Before Me

“Kiss my neck.”

His lips moved immediately to her neck, pressing kisses down the column of her throat.

“Squeeze me.” She touched his other hand, directing it to her hip. “Here.”

Daphne let out a groan of pleasure as he obeyed. At first the blindfold had scared her, but now she viewed it as an advantage. She found that she was uninhibited with it, no longer weighed down by insecurity or fear. Now she felt free, as if absolutely anything was possible. Perhaps it was.

Kronos was still pumping his fingers inside her, already building toward something that couldn’t be stopped. Daphne’s other senses were all working overtime; she could smell the smoke on his skin, feel the heat of his body against hers. She heard every single breath he took, noticing how they became quicker in tandem with hers. He moved his fingers with deft surety, in and out, using her wetness to make his motions even smoother.

Daphne allowed her head to tilt back. Kronos’s mouth moved to her collarbones, then her breasts. She moaned as he sucked on her nipple, teasing it relentlessly with his tongue. His fingers squeezed her other breast, and she gasped. Daphne wished she could see him. Surely, he was hard. She wanted to reach for his cock but decided against it. There would be time for that later; they still had all twelve orgasms to go. The first one, at least, was imminent.

Daphne pulled Kronos closer, angling herself to create as much friction as possible. He did not need to be told what to do; he understood her body better than she did. His thumb pressed against her clitoris, working in tiny, insistent circles. Daphne shuddered, seized, then came.

“Kronos,” she gasped.

She was just about to lean forward to kiss him when someone cried, “ONE!”

The voice belonged to Bastian, and it nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Is he going to do that every time?” Daphne asked incredulously.

“Yes,” Kronos said. “He must keep track.”

“Must he keep track so loudly?”

Kronos let out a soft chuckle. She could not see him, but she could sense the smile in his voice as he said, “You have eleven left. How would you like the next one?”

This time Daphne didn’t hesitate. “Taste me.”

She heard Kronos shift before her. A moment later he tucked his hands under her thighs, pulling them open as he laid her down on the mat. Daphne felt a chill go down her spine as he exposed her. She knew everyone in this room could see her center. The thought was equally frightening and thrilling. There was no time to dwell on it; Kronos was already tasting her. She was glad they had started with something else—simply touching. Now, splayed open on the mat, Daphne knew she was only this calm in such a vulnerable position because she’d just had an orgasm.

Kronos tasted her the same way he fingered her: with incredible care and unwavering devotion. His tongue was constant and unceasing, lingering on her clitoris before delving deep inside her. Unlike last time, when she’d been focused on adjusting to her circumstances, now Daphne could actually enjoy what was happening between her legs. It did not take long until Daphne was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking with every stroke. Somewhere during the experience, her fingers found the claw lying on the mat. It was warm to the touch, practically the same temperature as Kronos. The moment Daphne touched it, Kronos groaned against her center. Curious, she ran her finger along its curve. Kronos growled.

“Daphne,” he said. “I cannot concentrate with you doing that.”

Daphne paused. Was Kronos…connected to the claw in some way? Could he feel what she was doing when she touched it? The thought was tantalizing. She tested her theory, giving the claw just one more stroke. At her touch, Kronos stopped completely.

“Daphne,” he said sternly this time. “I am supposed to be pleasuring you. Will you allow me to do so?”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, releasing the claw. “Carry on.”

He pressed a kiss to her clitoris. Then his fingers delved where his tongue just was, and Daphne’s head fell back in ecstasy. Her second orgasm came easily; now that she was used to her environment, she was able to truly let herself go. She moaned as loud as she liked, knowing any noise she made would simply join the myriad of sounds around her.

This time she was prepared when Bastian yelled, “TWO!”

Only ten more to go.

Daphne felt Kronos sit up. There was a sudden jolt as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down the mat. One hand left her. A moment later, the tip of the claw pressed gently against her center.

“Shall we use this now?”

Daphne nodded. She wondered whether it had a name, then decided it didn’t matter as Kronos began sliding it inside her. It went slowly, stretching her the way a cock would, forcing her to control her breathing as Kronos slid it all the way in. The tip cradled her clitoris. A moment later, the first pulse came. Daphne could not stay composed; she moaned desperately as the pulse strengthened, spreading through her core and up her spine, tingling along every nerve ending of every inch of her skin. She felt Kronos’s heat as he leaned forward. Then his mouth was on her breast once more. He pressed his palm over her center, using the heel of his hand to stimulate her where the claw touched her clitoris. Daphne thread her fingers into his glorious hair, holding him against her, relishing the way he could make her feel so much at once. Without a word she pulled him over to her other breast, directing him with her motions. His other hand was on her ass, squeezing it.

“Bite me,” she whispered. “Bite me, Kronos.”

He bit her. First on her nipple, then on the soft underside of her breast, sucking her skin between his teeth hard enough she was sure it would leave a bruise. As soon as she yelped in pain, he switched to licking the tender area, alternating between his teeth and his tongue until Daphne could not tell the difference any longer. Eventually, she said, “Kiss me.”

Kronos kissed her, his entire body covering hers. Finally, she could feel his cock between her legs, pressing against her, enhancing what the claw was already doing. Kronos ground against her slowly, coaxing moan after moan from her lips, kissing her while he did it. Daphne was overwhelmed with pleasure, sensation, texture, taste. She could not see with her eyes, but she could feel with her entire body. Daphne touched everything she could reach: Kronos’s abs, the great slope of his back, the tight muscles in his biceps. She touched every inch of him, in awe of the way he fit perfectly against her. It was the closest to having sex they could get—in a position resembling missionary—his cock rubbing against her center. From the way he was thrusting, Daphne had an idea of how he fucked. She knew she wanted to experience it. But not now, not like this, when there were pressure and people and the enormity of their future at stake.