Page 102 of House of Crimson Kisses
He turns to leave, but Red says, “Wait. Don’t leave. I want your partner to tell me what to do.”
My eyes widen.
Red switches the vibrator on and runs it over her nipples and between her legs. Then she slides to the floor.
“Touch yourself,” the woman says.
My nostrils flare as Red does as she’s told. My whole body is on alert, tense and tight, but this is what I asked for. It’s what I wanted.
“Use your pussy to wet your fingers,” the woman outside the cage says.
My teeth clench, but Red’s cheeks are pink. Her body is flooded with a heat I can sense from here. And I understand, as wetness slips between my thighs, that even though every cell in my body burns with jealousy, the sight of her glistening pussy and the scent of her arousal are enough to drive me wild. I tug at the chains, testing how much brute force it would take to rip them off.
“What should I do now?” Red asks, her eyes on the woman.
“Fuck yourself with it. Rub your clit all while watching Octavia.”
Red’s mouth parts, her breathing heavy and fast. She slides the vibrator into her pussy, drawing it in and out. I yank on the chains. I want to touch her. Taste the sweetness of her pussy.
When the first moan slips from her lips, I find my hands suddenly at my sides. I’ve pulled the metal cuffs off the bar. They should have been silver.
Red’s eyes slip shut. She leans her head against the bars, her hips rocking back and forth, where she masturbates in front of me. The woman outside the cage watches with delight. Her partner slips his hands beneath her clothes. One to massage her nipples, the other between her legs.
I’m done. I need to touch Red. The chains break easier than I expected. I snap the remaining two, pick up a strap-on from the bag the server brought us and slide into it. I yank Red up by the arm and turn her around. She drops the vibrator. I clasp her hands around the bars.
“Hold on tight.”
And then I slide her hands a little lower, so she’s bent over. I notch the dildo at her entrance, and I push inside. She arches up in surprise.
But I push her head back down and thrust. I pump into her hard. Driving and pumping until her knuckles are white on the bars.
“Octavia,” she pants. “Fuck.”
I slide my hand around her front and find her clit.
“You’re mine, Red. Mine to do with as I please. Mine to fuck. Mine to love. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she screams as I pinch her clit, applying a little pressure.
“Oh gods, I’m going to come.”
“Look at your audience first,” I demand.
And she does. The woman who gave her instructions is flushed as pink as Red is. She sucks her bottom lip in as her partner’s hand moves faster, stroking her pussy at a feverish pace. She’s going to come too.
“Octavia, please,” Red begs.
“Anything, for you.” I pump harder. It’s no longer sex, it’s fucking. Deep and raw. I fuck her hard enough that she shrieks, her hands slip further down the bars and her arse pushes against me. But I am nothing if not relentless, so I keep rubbing her clit, varying the pace, driving her wild.
“Oh my gods, I’m going to… fuck. Octavia…” she screams and shivers against me as she spills into an orgasm. She stays bent, panting, and finally, when she pulls off the cock, she turns around and grips my chin.
Her eyes hold mine. “Beautiful,” she breathes. “Like old roses and burning sunsets. Likewise, autumn leaves and the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted.”
And then she pulls me down and presses her lips to mine in a kiss that makes the world vanish.
It is soft like silken summer petals, warm like the roar of a winter fire, and so deep I know that it touches both of our souls.
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