All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,168

like what you see?” Locke brushes his lips along my neck.

All I can do is nod.

“I’m going to do that to you,” Locke says casually. “After I whip your pretty pussy. Would you like some champagne?”

“I-I…” I swallow hard, in instant image of what he said flashing in my mind. I can already feel it, the leather between my thighs, the way it will hurt and increase my pleasure at the same time. I squeeze my thighs together under my gown, feeling pleasure grow in my clit.

“Here.” He smiles and produces a heavy crystal glass full of bubbling liquid. “Enjoy.”

Damiano and Dahlia have disappeared, presumably to play.

“Perhaps we should discuss limits and desires.” Locke raises his glass to me; he’s got his own champagne.

“And a safeword?” I know these exist, although I’ve never used one with a partner before.

“Red is the simplest one.” Locke’s purple eyes gleam in the light. “I don’t plan to make you use it, Temi. But have it on your lips, just in case.” He smiles. “And leave a little room in that pretty mouth for other things, too.”

I glance at his cock without meaning to; I can see how hard he is for me already.

“That’s right.” He chuckles. “Good girl, you already know what I mean.”

My face is hot; I can feel it glow. “Locke.”

“Is red acceptable?”

I nod. “Yes.”

The champagne is just sweet enough and the alcohol hits my veins fast, mixing with my desire.

“Good.” He glances across the room. “See how she’s naked for her Master?”

A beautiful woman kneels, her buttocks a perfect heart, already tinged pink from her Master’s hand.

“I do.”

“Will you get down on your knees for me?” He meets my eyes, a powerful stare. “If I tell you to do it?”

I can’t look away. “Yes.” I blink rapidly and drink more champagne.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “I imagine you’d do it right now if I asked, here at the bar. Am I correct?” He raises a brow.

I put the glass down a little too hard on the counter, a ping of crystal on marble. “Locke?” My whole body trembles with anticipation.

“Simple question, Temi.”

I nod, my head jerking a bit with adrenaline.

He frowns, so I quickly add, “Yes.”

“Excellent.”

“If you’ve finished your drink?” He raises a brow, looks at my empty glass. “Shall we?”

He holds out a hand.

I hesitate for one split second, then give myself over to him. “Let’s go.”

I assume he’s going to sweep me up and take me to one of the stations around the room that promise both punishment and pleasure, but we simply stand there while he holds my fingers in his, the grasp loose enough so I could pull free—if I wanted.

“This place,” he says, letting go of my hand and circling my small wrist with his much longer fingers, is a place of escape.”

I glance again at the woman bound to the cross, her wrists and ankles fastened firmly with strong leather, unable to get away.

“For some, the escape is in the capture, no?” He runs a finger up the inside of my wrist, along the sensitive skin, and I shudder at the way it both tickles and arouses.

“I suppose.” I’m fascinated with the people here; they’ve completely shed any societal inhibitions about what’s appropriate in company, and their enjoyment seems likewise elevated to astronomical levels.

“And we mustn’t forget about the power of anticipation.” His fingers tease my wrist again, then move to my waist. “Isn’t that right?”

“I… yes, I think so.” I swallow and look up at his face.

His expression is wicked, full of teasing pleasure. His fingers splay out across my hip for a second, then he raises his hand to stroke my flat belly through the fabric of the gown. “Just thinking about what will happen, Temi, doesn’t it make your mind race? Your body come alive?” He taps his fingertips against my belly a few times, then runs his hand up my side, stopping just short of my breast. “Wondering what I’ll do first, how I’ll touch you, how I’ll bring pleasure. It must surely be on your mind.”

“It is.” I gasp a little bit, the tiniest bit, as he runs his hand boldly over the front of my body, softly squeezing my left breast. “Locke.”

“Would I, for instance, start to remove your clothing right here?” He says it into my ear softly, and flicks at the back of my gown. “Pull down this fabric and expose your pretty tits to everyone in the room?”

“I….” I’m dizzy with exhilaration and anticipation.

He