Page 110 of Broken Shadows

Lorcan winks. “Yes, Mistress.”

My heart backflips and those pesky butterflies make a reappearance in my belly.

I bite my lip as I stare at him while he removes each article of clothing one by one, his tattooed muscles rippling, then briefly close my eyes as his ass clenches with every step he takes to the bed.

However, Lorcan doesn't just simply climb on the bed. No, of course, not. He raises his knee, plants one foot flat on the top of the mattress, then rises as he lifts himself with one muscular leg.

My lips part and have to remind myself to swallow, less I drool all over my chest.

My demon settles himself in the exact center of the black velvet headboard, his posture straight, and his thick cock jetting up from his groin. “Like what you see, Mistress?”

Fuck. He can't say shit like that or I'll jump him and never get to play out this fantasy.

“Don’t speak.”

His gaze darkens, a hint of challenge hidden in their depths.

I continue, “That includes in my mind. Actually, there are two phrases you are allowed to say.” I pause and raise my chin. “When prompted, you will reply, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress’ through the bond. Do you understand?”

Lorcan’s stare narrows. “Evie—”

“No. You’re not talking right now, you're listening. If you need to use the color system that we've previously discussed, those are also acceptable words to communicate within the bond.” I stroll toward the bed and drop the robe from my shoulders. The silk shimmies over my skin as it drops to a puddle on the floor. “The only thing I want to hear come from these sexy lips are your moans of pleasure.”

Lorcan opens his mouth as if to speak, then presses his lips together firmly. My fingertips skim over the muscle feathering in his jaw. “What a good boy. You learn so quickly.”

Lorcan’s gaze burns into my skin as I retrieve the small ornate wooden box from the wardrobe. The corner of my lip curls up into a smirk, then I bend at the waist and grasp the two thick lengths of chain hidden there. His eyebrows raise and he remains silent, but his cock jerks against his abs.

I use his own words against him. “Like what you see?”

Yes, Mistress.

The words flood my body with searing arousal and a moan sneaks past my lips. “Stretch out your right arm.” He does so without complaint. Then I attach the chains to the ring built in behind the headboard.

Manifesting a tendril of shadow, I connect it to the opposite end of the chain not linked to securing the ring, and twist a shadow around his tattooed wrist.

Lorcan inhales sharply, nostrils flaring. I ignore him and take my time gliding to the other side of the bed, trailing a nail along the mattress and repeat the process, then move on and secure his ankles as well.

I reach into the box once more, straightening my spine, and show him the solid metal ball gag swinging on my fingertips. Lorcan growls and his biceps bulge as he tenses against my shadow restraints, his lips pulling into a dark smile that unfurls over his features at a glacial pace.

I crawl onto the bed, then straddle his waist, pinning his cock against his stomach with my body weight.

He snarls a moan, closing his eyes briefly as if struggling to remain a willing submissive.

I push a lock of blue-black hair off his forehead. “Eyes on me. Keep them open.”

His eyes glitter with lust, a solid black outlining his pastel green irises. Lorcan’s body pulses with his restrained magic, power exuding from every pore, then growls.Yes, Mistress.

I arch my back and push my breast onto him as I stretch the two ends of the ball gag around his head and connect it in the back. Sitting back, I run my fingers over the chain, digging the metal into his cheeks.

“Fuck, that's hot.”

Lorcan groans and bares his serrated teeth, the sharp points digging into the metal with the ferocity of his desire.

I'm under no illusion that he couldn't simply bite through the metal, but he won't.

He likes this game very much.

My knees slip against the soft sheets as I kneel between his spread legs, willing a shadow to grab the jewelry I made earlier from the box, leaving it empty. My shadow glides back toward me and drops the barbells into my palm.

---