Page 100 of House of Crimson Kisses
But she pouts and refuses to answer, so I pop her down on her feet, a grin spreading across my lips. “I have an idea.”
“Okay…” she says.
I take her by the hand and guide her to a corner of the club on a raised platform. Rouge fabric covers the entire area. On the outside of the circular area, there is a black leather booth seat curved around the wall. In the middle is a table. But that table doesn’t always live there. And tonight, it’s going away.
I hit a button that is flat to the surface of the wall, hidden so idiots or drunk club goers don’t touch it accidentally.
The floor rumbles, and the table drops into an underground hole. Then I press the button above and the ceiling opens, an iron-barred cage dropping into the place of the table.
“Oh, my god,” she says as it settles into place.
Dangling from the top of the cage are handcuffs and attached to the bottom of the bars are ankle cuffs.
“There’s lots of people in here, Red,” I purr.
She’s already bouncing on her toes. “We could give them quite a show,” she says, and she’s practically vibrating with excitement.
I beckon a club server with a nod and whisper a request to him. He returns the nod and vanishes.
“Get in the cage,” I say.
Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told, opening the iron bars and slipping inside.
I enter with her.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask.
“Elysium,” she says.
“And mine is villain. Now… Strip.”
Her breath shortens as she obediently nods and takes off her boots, followed by unbuttoning her trousers and then her top until she’s left standing in her underwear. I’ve already stripped out of my clothes, too.
“I’ve been thinking about how I can prove to you that I’m sorry.”
“Oh? And what did you have in mind?” she asks, running a hand over her extremely muscled abs.
“I have taken something that’s yours. Would you like everyone to have a piece of what’s mine?” I ask.
Her eyes sparkle, a slow smirk crossing her lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, be a good little blood slut and kneel for me.”
Her mouth opens, a soft breath escaping. Her expression changes, heat flooding her face as she assumes the Nadu position, kneeling on her calves, her head lowered and her palms face-up on her knees.
I slice my underwear off, letting it fall to the ground. My skin prickles, confirming that we’ve already attracted an audience, just as I’d hoped.
My member of staff should be back any moment with the toys I requested.
In the meantime, I grab Red’s hair and tilt her head until she’s looking up at me.
“You’re going to lick my clit until I come on your face. Do you understand?”
She nods, but winces as her hair tugs against the grip I’ve got on her. “Make it a good one, put on a show for everyone watching, and I’ll reward you after.”
“Yes, Octavia.”
I thrust her head at my cunt. And her hands come up to grab my thighs as I open my legs to let her tongue slide between my folds.
