AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If you actually heard true stories, I’m not too sure you’d be so willing to attend.”
She glanced up at me with a delicious twinkle in her eye and a smirk. “What makes you so sure of that?”
I paused right before we reached the door. I could hear the heavy bass of electronic music on the other side. There would be no fancy orchestra and champagne flutes tonight. Oh no. Not tonight. Tonight was all about connecting with the devil. It was about getting as close to wicked sins as you could get when it came to your hungry, sexual desires.
“Rules,” I stated, spinning her so she had to face me directly.
Her thick eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at me and waited for what I had to say.
“I’m in charge. Me. You do as I say, and you don’t question or hesitate at all. Though it’s a party, the eyes of the Elders will be on us. They’ll always be watching, and what we do or do not do tonight will be noticed.”
“What exactly is it we’ll be doing?”
“Whatever I want,” I nearly growled as I spun her back around and led us into the ballroom.
The white ballroom had morphed to black. Candlelight flickered against blood-red roses, and thick velvet curtains—the color of the night’s sky—blanketed the walls. Heavy beats of the music vibrated against my body, and it only added to the sizzle of sin dripping from the thoughts of the guests attending. The party had just started, but I could already smell the sex in the room. And not just any sex. Whips, chains, leather, and every sex toy imaginable were the decor tonight. Black, raw, primal, and erotic was the dress code.
Welcome to the All Hallow’s Eve party.
Some would call this a BDSM party. But there was no consent present beyond that of walking in the doors. Once you walked past these walls, all bets were off. You were at the mercy of your partner. You were his, just as he was yours. The rules of what was right and wrong blended. Yes or no morphed into a new saying. A saying so powerful that it could only be whispered behind closed doors tonight. At this party. On All Hallow’s Eve.
Fuck me hard, harder, harder….
There was no soft in this room.
It was too loud to hear Bellamy’s breathing, but the enhanced rise and fall of her shoulders and chest told me all I needed to know. She was nervous. And good… she should’ve been.
I scanned the room to see where the Elders were and noticed that they were already watching us enter. Just as I told Bellamy—tonight’s Trial had begun.
I lowered my mouth to her ear and said, “Let’s begin.”
Her wide eyes turned up to me. “Don’t we at least get a drink first?”
I didn’t answer but instead pulled her over to a handcrafted St. Andrew’s cross that mastered the room. There were so many tools of the trade scattered around the ballroom ranging from spanking benches, tables with leather straps, cages, and chaises meant to be fucked on. But the cross remained open, and it would be a real shame for it not to be utilized for the night. It truly stood in the middle of the room in all its glory, and it was time for Bellamy and me to take center stage.
Though Bellamy walked beside me, I could feel her pace slow as we approached. It required me to tug her slightly as her feet seemed to drag.
“Are you afraid?” I asked as I assisted her up the single step to get on the platform of the cross.
“No,” she lied. Yes, it was quite obvious she lied.
“You should be.”
I didn't waste any time as I pressed her face-first against the wood, kissing her briefly on her shoulder and then the back of her head as I did. I took her wrist in my hand and extended her arm up high, where leather cuffs were waiting. When I secured the leather around her tiny wrist, I followed it with a kiss.
Yes, I could be gentle… when I wanted to be.
I repeated the exact action on her other wrist as well as each ankle, spreading her wide. She truly became an X of beauty. She wasn’t naked… yet. But that was because I had a plan. I always had a plan.
I leaned into her ear and whispered, “You wait right here. I’ll be back.”
I watched her snap her head to look at me, her body trying to pull her breasts away from the wood to no avail. “Wait! What? You can’t just leave me here all by myself! I’m tied up and can’t move. You can’t—”
“I can,” I said, as I turned toward a bar serving cocktails.
I was pretty sure any Initiate would be intimidated knowing the Elders were watching, but I really wasn’t. I’d been watched and scrutinized my entire life. I was used to always being on display of sorts and having to prove my worth. Tonight would be no different.
