Page 101 of House of Crimson Kisses
I inch my feet apart a little further as several shadows flicker across the curved wall. More voyeurs. Excellent.
I rock her head, tilting her and my hips until her tongue is right where I want it on my clit.
She moans sounds of pleasure as she laps hungrily at my pussy, her saliva and my excitement soaking her chin and cheeks. But she doesn’t care and laps harder and faster.
She releases one of my legs and slides a finger between my thighs and to my entrance, shoving inside me.
I moan, my head tipping back as I thrust against her face. Ramming my cunt into her mouth and forcing her fingers deeper.
“Fuck, Red, harder.” I say as I grind myself against her wet mouth.
I rock my hips. She curls her fingers, stroking the sweetest spot, and then I come with the insistent flicking and furling of her tongue on my pussy.
It peels all the way around my body. I shiver as the orgasm rips from my toes to my scalp. I step back as she pulls her fingers out and discover we’ve attracted quite the audience.
“My, my, that was quite the orgasm,” I say.
She grins at me.
“Well, good little blood sluts always get rewarded. Stand up.”
She does. “Now lock me in place,” I demand.
She locks my ankles into the straps. Then she tugs my arms up and locks those into the cuffs hanging from the top of the cage.
I’m splayed like a starfish.
She steps aside, revealing the audience we’ve attracted and gasps. I adjust my legs, making the chains rattle.
“Is this okay?” she says.
“Let’s call it punishment… you could do anything right now… Make me watch while you pleasure yourself in front of all these people. Let these people have a piece of what is mine.”
The words sting as I say them, but this is what I need to do. She needs to understand that I have always been on her team. And if punishing me a little helps her forgive me, then so be it.
Her hands twitch, and I can tell it’s not from nerves or anxiety, but excitement. The server I sent off appears with a tray of toys. He stands at the corner of the cage like I told him to.
I gesture as much as I’m able to the crowd. “Red, here, is giving you the pleasure of her orgasm. I think it’s only fair you get to pick how she receives that pleasure.”
Red’s mouth drops open. Her chest rises and falls, her nipples already peaked with excitement.
The crowd around the cage murmurs, but no one steps forward. Red’s face falls, and I swear I’m ready to rip the cage bars open and drain them all. They’re all too nervous to hand her anything with me watching. This is a me problem and not a her problem.
I take a deep breath and decide to push the rage and rejection aside and ask humbly for what I want. “Please… as visitors of my club, will you do me the honour of playing my game tonight?”
There are a few surreptitious glances shared, but finally, a woman who must be in her late twenties and is practically drooling over Red’s body, picks up a feather and hands it to her through the bars. Her fingers skim Red’s hand. It takes every ounce of my strength not to rip the cuffs off and bite her hand off. But I promised to do this. This is my punishment.
“Thank you,” I say, and I find myself smiling at her. To my surprise, the woman offers me a quick glance. It’s barely eye contact, but the moment she catches my eyes warmth radiates over me. She inclines her head and I really, truly smile. It’s not much. But it’s not nothing either.
I lower my head back at her, sharing the deference, and she steps back into the crowd as Red switches the feather to her other hand and swipes it over my nipples and then down her own body.
I shiver. It makes Red grin. “I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she says, cracking her neck.
She runs the feather over the bars, teasing and tempting the crowd. Then she drags it from my neck to my pussy and between my thighs and then mimics the same movements on herself.
I shut my eyes when a man, encouraged by the woman holding his hand, slides a vibrator through the bars to Red. I take a deep breath. When I open them, Red is accepting it and says, “Thank you.”
I also incline my head at him. He holds my gaze a fleeting moment longer than the first woman and dips his head at me. His partner unfortunately does not. But two out of three isn’t bad.
