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“Good night, my friends,” I started. “Tonight is a very special night. I want to introduce you to someone you know, but also you don’t,” I smirked at my own poor vagueness. Pulling Beatrice closer, I introduced her, “This gorgeous lady here is Beatrice Florence. She is the most important thing in my life. She is my life, my love, my everything. And I know you’ll accept her with open arms.”
There was a short silence. I could see the understanding dawn on their faces. They knew Maya, they knew she was announced dead even though she came here to say her goodbyes. They knew so much but not every detail, and as I looked at them now, all I saw was acceptance in their smiles.
“It’s great to see you all again. I missed you,” Beatrice said, winking and waving, causing everyone to laugh.
As people occupied her, I went to check on my toys and smiled. After one last look at her, I darken the salon and let the spotlights fall on my angel.
Time for the show.
CHAPTER 33
BEATRICE
I gasped when everything darkened except the stage. The sexual tension suddenly gripped my body, lust filled my veins, and arousal pooled between my legs.
“Do you remember your safe word, little angel?” I heard Zeke’s voice behind me before I felt his body press on my back.
I bit my lip and nodded before whispering, “Inferno.”
He nuzzled, placing kisses until he reached my earlobe. I let out a small moan when he bit it.
“You can make this stop any second.”
“Zeke, I already know that,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He moved his hands on my sides. His touch sent tiny little electric shocks as I knew everyone was watching what he was doing to me.
; “Someone’s so eager for pain.”
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his neck for support.
“Yes. Make me bleed,” I whispered.
Blood used to be a scary thing until he became the one who delivered it. From his hands, pain and blood were the sexiest things.
I used to hurt myself to deal with what was happening in my life. Seeing that ruby colored liquid that gave us life was hypnotizing and numbing. But when Zeke made me bleed it was lust, excitement, trust, and liveliness that I felt. Every fiber in my body was alive when he did that, there was no place for numbness.
Somewhere in the background low music reached my ears. It was almost a holy music that passed through your skin and touched you on another level. I was surrounded by the tune even I could feel it in my bones. The intensity and holiness of the track made everything even more hypnotizing and seducing.
Zeke was silent. I was mute. The whole salon was thick with anticipation it almost felt like no one was breathing.
Closing my eyes, I only focused on Zeke’s feathery touches on my body over the fabric of my dress. His hands ran over my breasts, grazed the mound between my legs, and slid over the curve of my ass.
I shuddered when his fingers moved up to my spine until they reached the zipper of my dress. The material that hugged my skin opened eagerly to reveal my body to the only man it ever wanted and dreamed of touches from. And the touch came almost immediately. He moved his knuckles on my naked back as he peppered my neck with kisses. His lips moved down over my spine with the same sweet and tickling kisses. The way his mouth cherished me with care and softness caused my skin to erupt into goosebumps. My breath quickened. My stomach clenched with the hunger he awoke in me.
He knew I loved pain. I knew he loved to give it. But he always took his time to worship my body like it was his religion. And that… that only intensified my need, trust, and love for him.
My skin was tingling when he finally moved from my back to face me. All I saw in his gaze was love and passion, no words could possibly describe.
“I love you,” he whispered before pulling the fabric off my body, so it could pool around my feet.
Leaning close, he cradled my face and kissed me sweetly. His hands moved from my face to my shoulder and down my arms. He linked our hands and moved them over my head. I gasped when something smooth but strong wrapped around my wrists. Our lips separated then, and he tightened the leather around my wrists, looking at me with the mixture of lust and mischief.
Diving his head down, he teased my naked breasts. My nipples were achingly hard and needy for his attention, but he purposefully ignored them. I wanted to grab his head and guide his mouth to my nipples, but my tied hands weren’t any help. I groaned with frustration, and it only caused him to grab my ass and dig his fingers in enough to make his point.
Yeah. He was in control. I got it.
