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“Silver.”
Lucien nods at me. “Give them to me.”
I do as he says. They are heavy and take some effort to lift.
He takes the first, and his palm sizzles as it meets with the metal. My eyes widen, but Lucien simply holds on tighter and lays the silver rope across his extended arm. It hisses louder. His skin reddens and bubbles beneath it. He grits his teeth and groans.
“Now, you do the other.”
“You want me to…?”
“I will be unable to move,” he says. “Unless you free me.”
As I realize what he’s saying, and that I’m holding a stake in my hand, something begins to fizz deep in my core. I bite my lower lip, then crawl on top of him, metal rope in one hand, stake in the other.
He smirks as he looks up at me. “Fuck, you look beautiful up there, kitten.” His eyes graze my breasts, and my stomach, and my face. Gently, I lay the rope over his other arm. He winces and his skin starts to burn.
“It’s hurting you…”
“Rather me than you,” he says. “I’ll heal.”
I press my empty palm to his chest. I can feel his heart beating beneath my hand. Faster than a human heart. “What now?”
“Now, I’m yours. You can do whatever you like.” He glances at the stake I’m holding then meets my eyes, his gaze full of dark, quivering sin. “You choose how you end me, kitten. With the weapon in your hand… or the heat between your legs.”
As he speaks, wetness spreads from my pussy to the tops of my thighs. I am soaked already, and he hasn’t touched me yet.
“I can smell your arousal,” he growls. “Did you know that?”
My cheeks start to flush. “You smell delicious.” He strains against the rope and his skin burns harder. “You taste delicious, too. So, why don’t you come here and sit on my face. Let me worship my queen.”
I push my fingers through my hair then take off my glasses. Arousal and embarrassment hum on my skin. I am too big for that. I’ll crush him, surely.
As if he can read my mind, he says, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Luna. I want to taste you. I want to feel you on top of me. Owning me. Taking the pleasure you deserve.”
My entire body ignites under the heat of his words.
“Now, turn around and take a seat, kitten. Let me lick you into oblivion while you hold that stake above my heart.”
Still holding the stake, gripping it hard, I do as he says; I turn around and ease back until my thighs are either side of his face. I hover above him, but he growls, “Sit,” and so I thrust down hard onto his lips.
As he seals his tongue over my clit, he groans loudly and mumbles something I can’t hear because I’m groaning, too.
My pleasure builds and I lean forward, holding the tip of the stake above his heart. I have never felt so powerful. He’s right; I could end him. Right now, I could drive his stake into his heart, and he would disintegrate beneath me.
He has given me more than an apology; he has given me the ultimate control over his body.
As moonlight shines through the window, illuminating us in an otherworldly glow, Lucien lavishes my pussy with his lips and tongue. Heat explodes like fireworks throughout my body as a white-hot ache builds between my legs. I moan and clench my thighs around his head as he increases the intensity of his attention, every flick of his skilled tongue sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
I drop the stake and arch forward, taking him deep into my mouth as he groans up into my pussy.
I suck hard, making him buck his hips into my mouth, and the sound of his pleasure merges with the sound of his pain as his skin strains against his restraints.
“Lucien,” I moan around his cock. “I’m so close. Oh fuck, I’m so close.”
His taste floods my tongue as I suck him even harder, and he groans louder. “That’s it, kitten. Drain me. Take it all.”
As I feel him stiffen, his cock twitching in my mouth, I pull away, drop the stake, and rip the ropes away from his hands, desperate for him to hold me.
