All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,226

instant obedience isn’t it. However, she sinks down to her knees and looks up at me expectantly. If I thought I was hard before, nothing compares to how I feel now. I’m so hard, I could drill through concrete. After taking a moment to adjust myself, I watch intently as Adrian pads up behind her.

“Depending on what you want to do to her, you may need to undo the dress,” he murmurs, skimming his hand across her shoulders. Frowning, he looks back up at me and fingers one of the diamonds. “This will snag on my rope. I don’t care as much about that part, I can always buy more, but I also fear for the dress.”

“That’s an easy fix.” With a grunt, I heave Dahlia up in my arms, trying to ignore just how right she feels there with her small frame pressed up against mine. Heading towards the St Andrew’s Cross, I stand her up in front of it and peer down at her. “Remember your safeword,” I tell her before fisting her dress in both hands and tearing it down the front.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Adrian chuckles behind me.

I ignore him and focus solely on my prize. She stands there, her mouth agape, but stays silent. I give her a few more moments to speak before kneeling down to ease first one foot out and then the other. With a flick of my wrist, I send the dress over to the wall, where it will be out of the way. Just as fast, I divest her of her shoes, sending them to the pile as well.

“But, that must have cost a fortune!” she says.

I tilt my head and stare at her as if she were a rare insect. “That’s what you’re objecting to? I just tore your clothes off in front of everyone, and you want to talk about the cost? And, just so you know, I plan on stripping more than that from you.”

Her hands ball into tiny fists as she plants them at her hips. “But they’re diamonds.” Her voice takes on a hardened edge. I don’t doubt that I’ll be hearing about this again later tonight.

I resist a chuckle as I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Would it help if I told you they’re rhinestones?”

She looks up at me, and simply raises an eyebrow. “How do I know you’re not lying to appease me?”

This time, I do chuckle and grab her into a hug. “Not lying. I didn’t have time to have something custom made with diamonds. However,” I slide my finger over the collar around her neck, “this is real. So we will all take extreme care of it.” I look over Dahlia’s shoulder and pin Adrian with a stare.

Backing up a step or two, he grins and raises his hands. “I’m not that destructive,” he mutters, going back to pulling out his rope.

Keeping my eyes locked on Dahlia’s, I reach around and take her collar off. “You’ll get this back when we’re done. I don’t want anything to happen to it.” I walk off over to the bar and hand it to one of the bartenders before heading back over.

With a final glance to make sure Adrian’s ready, I look back at Dahlia, studying her every move, every breath. Reaching behind her, I skim my fingers along her satin spine and quickly unhook her bra. Before she can protest, I pull it away and toss it over onto the dress. All that’s left is her panties. I give Adrian a look before looking down at her underwear. Nodding, he slides up behind her as I pull her in for a deep kiss. She squeals against my mouth and thrashes against me as Adrian wrests the undergarments from her body.

“I need those!”

“Do you? Truly?” I pin her with a hard stare. Though she remains silent, she tries and fails to cover both her ample chest and her pussy. I’m amused at the embarrassed squirming, but I manage, with difficulty, to keep it under wraps. “Either use your safeword or drop your arms.”

With a frown, she drops them and looks over at Adrian over her shoulder. “Those were a really fancy pair, you’d better not have ruined them.”

He fails even worse than I do, and lets a grin slip past his defenses before looking back down at his damned rope. “My queen,” he murmurs as he slides the hank through his fingers.

Leaning forward, I grip her chin. “Oh, cara. I