these steps on the other side, creating straps. I work quickly, creating handles from the rope before bringing it around and completing the harness. The arm-binder tie has hindered her movement, the beautiful, gold roped harness around her front has forced her shoulders back, thrusting her chest even further out. I can see the outline of her tight, hard nipples.
I step back to admire my handiwork. Centuries of learning the art of Shibari has made me a master of rope. It is a quick, flawless tie. How beautiful she looks, kneeling, her eyes cast down, the gold of the rope stark against the midnight black dress, her breasts emphasized with the loops around them. Her front is vulnerable to me—hell, her entire body is mine for the taking. Just as I like it to be.
“You look fucking edible, Butterfly.” I feel the shiver go down her spine. I lean in close. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite.” I nip at her earlobe. “Not yet, anyway.”
Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand. I squeeze one breast roughly enough to make her gasp through parted lips. “Make no mistake, Butterfly. There will be no doubt, when I am done with you, to you or anyone else, who you belong to.”
She growls at me.
My submissive growled at me. Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
I smile sadistically as I hear her thoughts. Oh, fuck is right, Butterfly. You have no idea.
Unzipping my pants, I approach my trussed-up beauty. Without lowering them, I pull out my dick and palm my erection.
Smacking her mouth with my cock a few times, I let her know what is coming. She isn’t just going to suck my dick. She is going to be punished for her behavior. I am going to assault her mouth with my rock-hard erection… and I am confident that she is going to enjoy every second of it, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Forcing my erection into her warm mouth, I make sure to not be gentle. She hasn’t earned soft, this is discipline. With my right hand, I grab her ponytail, wrap it around my fist, bend her head back, and shove my cock as far down her throat as it will go. She gags and sputters, tears filling her eyes beneath her mask.
Good. Take it all. Remember who you belong to.
The eyes of the crowd are on us, I drown out their voices, both the vocal ones and their thoughts. My focus is on Keri, my beautiful submissive, my love. God, she looks so fucking hot in her gold rope corset, breasts prominently pushed out and on display, like two soldiers at attention, her lips stretched around my thick erection, tears now flowing down her face. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, I feel her soft tongue curve around my dick. She gags again, and starts to choke violently. I pull out, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Easy, Butterfly.” Releasing her hair, I massage her shoulders a bit. Leaning into her, I whisper into her ear, “Relax, we are just getting started. Trust your dom.”
My cock and my fangs twitch with a need that only she can satisfy. When I transformed some nine hundred years ago, I became a hungry, primal hunter. A monster in the shadows, needing blood to fill my urges. That urge is still there, that never-ending lust, the insatiable thirst. The difference is, now I am in control of it. I no longer allow it to control me. I am the master of my cravings, the master of the hunt, and she is my prey. I am thirsty, and the vein at her neck is pulsing, throbbing, calling to me. I will drink from it.
But not yet. I’m not done playing with my food.
Chapter 6
My throat is burning from the hard cock being jammed against the back of it. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. I was reacting. Reacting to the jealousy of seeing Nina hanging onto Bentley. What has he ever done to make me jealous?
Nothing.
The little voice in the back of my head whispered the word. Nothing. He has done nothing. Nina, she has tried and succeeded at making the flood of jealous bitterness rise inside of me, but Bentley, he has done nothing. Nothing to encourage her, and everything to dissuade her.
And I haven’t been rational enough to recognize that, and where did that get me? Kneeling in the middle of a crowded room, my lips sore from the effort