Page 69 of House of Crimson Kisses
She stops suddenly. It’s such a violent halt that my orgasm dies instantly.
“What the fuck?” I whine.
“Oh, I see. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My filthy little blood slut would take all the orgasms she could get. Even if that means being fucked into a sopping mess. Hmm. Perhaps I’ll spend all night denying you, then. Yes. I think that seems like a far more fitting punishment.”
Ahh, fuckity fuck fuck. She is serious. This is going to be much less fun.
She picks up the knife and slices up my top. But I put my hand on hers before she can ruin yet another sports bra. These things are expensive. I yank it off and lay back on the bar, naked.
“Wendell,” Octavia calls.
“What the fu—” I shout, but Octavia shoves two fingers inside me, promptly shutting me up.
She glides in and out, her thumb skimming over my swollen clit. Then the bar door creaks open, Wendell’s nose pokes inside, but he’s careful not to enter.
My entire body sets alight. If he inched the door open, even a millimetre more, he would see everything. Witness her finger fucking me. The thought makes me so slick that I am certain Wendell can hear Octavia’s fingers gliding in and out of me.
“Could you grab me the black bag at the entrance of my private sex room, please?”
“Certainly, Lady Beaumont.” He disappears and Octavia bends and licks my sensitive clit. I jerk against her, but she just continues her relentless pumping inside me.
“Safe word,” she trills.
“Elysium.”
Wendell returns and drops the bag inside the door and then it clicks shut. She speeds over to collect it and returns to me.
Her hands dive into the bag and pull out cuffs. She leaps up, cuffing my hands to the beer optics.
“Erm…” I say.
“Something you wish to say?”
“Well—”
“Unless it’s where you were, or your safe word, I’m not interested.”
Next, she pulls out a length of rope and loops it around my thigh and shin, and tugs until my calf hits my hamstring. She knots and ties my other leg with another loop of rope. I am completely at her mercy.
Next, she reaches in and pulls out two devices, a plug and a vibe. This is where I realise I made a mistake. I should have just made up a lie. Told her whatever I could to get her off my back. She pulls out a bottle of lube and dribbles some on the plug.
“Have you ever had anything here?” she says, placing the cool pad of her finger against my arsehole.
I gasp and jerk, but the cuffs clatter and jar against my wrist, reminding me I’m restrained in place.
I shake my head.
“Even better.” She leans down and licks from my pussy, past my centre and over my arsehole. I squeal, the sensation utterly alien. It feels illicit, taboo. Her tongue swirls over my hole and I buck and writhe against her.
“Gods,” I breathe.
She lifts up, replacing her tongue with something hard and wet.
“Are you ready?”
I nod, and she applies a little pressure. “Fuck,” I moan.
She pulls back and pushes again. “Relax, Red. What happened to my filthy whore? Tell me you want it…”
