Page 68 of House of Crimson Kisses
“I was with your mum,” I say, and cackle. There’s nothing like a mum joke.
She doesn’t laugh. She lashes out, snatching the lime cutting knife from under the bar and slicing my crotch.
“Dammit, Octavia, I barely have any trousers left.”
But she ignores me, shreds my underwear, taking her time to cut and dice my trousers until they’re barely hanging on, then pushes my legs apart.
“I’m going to ask you one more time. Where. Were. You?”
Do I really want to do this? Keep secrets from Octavia? It’s like I’m playing everyone on every side of this game. But Octavia would lose her shit if she found out, and the Chief did ask me to keep it secret. Besides, ultimately, that is what I’m here for. To spy on the vampires and find strategic leverage to put us in a better position. If Octavia is going to keep secrets from me, secrets that don’t even belong to her, then I’m going to play her at her own game. And sex is the ultimate game.
“I told you. I was playing with your mum’s p?—”
Octavia’s hand shoots out and slaps my cunt.
I squeal, swinging my legs shut. But her hands are already there, shoving them back open.
“Octavia,” I pant.
“If you weren’t behaving like a brat, I wouldn’t have to do this. It’s for your own good. Are you going to answer the question?”
My nostrils flare as I inhale a deep breath. “N?—”
She slaps my pussy again. This time I moan. It’s deep and carnal to match the flogger-like sting against my clit, right on the line of pain and pleasure. My legs want to close, but I push them wider, giving her access.
“Fine, I wasn’t with your mum. I was riding Xavier’s c—” I laugh.
Her face flashes pink, a tremor jumps in her eye, and it earns me two slaps. When her hand pulls away the second time, she takes some of my glistening excitement with her.
She stares at it for a moment before looking at me. “I can see this punishment isn’t working. Too much of a dirty little whore, aren’t you, Red? Do you like it when I slap that filthy cunt of yours?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. You keep talking like that and I might tell you what you want.”
She growls at me. Grabs my hips and yanks me down the bar until my arse is right on the lip edge. She bends to my pussy and bares her teeth at me. I hesitate and suck in a breath. She wouldn’t actually hurt me, would she?
She plunges her mouth down on my clit, sucking it between her teeth. I gasp at the sudden pressure, the sharp graze of her teeth against my most sensitive nub. She keeps it between her teeth, barely grazing the flesh. I pant, adrenaline coursing through me. I hitch up to look her in the eye.
Her tongue licks against my swelling clit. I melt. Her teeth sink a little harder into my flesh. I hiss, but she resumes stroking my clit with her tongue. There’s a strange pressure, a pooling, like she’s drawing blood into my clit, but the pressure of her teeth holds it at bay. And then I remember she can control her blood, even if it’s in my system.
Oh, she is playing games.
“Fuck,” I cry out as her teeth bite down a little harder, her lips suck my clit a little more, and her tongue moves at a pace that has me moaning and my head dropping back.
Finally, she releases my clit, and the blood flows straight into it. I swear she draws more into my clit to make it a little extra sensitive. The sensation is a head rush, but it stays isolated in my cunt. I’m dizzy and panting and twitching as bolts of pleasure radiate out.
“Look how wet you are for me,” she purrs. “Slaps hurt more when the skin is wet.”
She says it like the threat it is. But I was never one to back down, especially not when in brat mode.
“This is your last chance, Red. Tell me where you were or I’m going to fuck you until you’re a sopping mess and begging me to stop making you come.”
Not the worst kind of punishment I’ve ever received.
I sigh, all dramatic. “Fine. You win. I went to the Whisper Club and fucked myself silly in front of the day drinkers.”
The slap that lands on my pussy this time almost has me tipping over into orgasm. My clit is hypersensitive after what she did. The sting pulses out and down my legs.
Octavia leans in and slides her tongue right down the centre of my pussy, lapping up every drop of wetness I have. I buck on the bar. Electric pleasure throbs through me. I’m close. I’m gagging for her to tip me over.
