All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,72

my body was special. That it was blasphemy for a man to look upon even my face, much less my bared chest.

Right now, I spread my thighs for Arneis.

My knees quiver with anticipation at what he’ll do. I know what he’ll do. He’s going to lick me between my legs, a place that’s never been touched before. Not even by me.

But he’s not touching me yet. He only stares, gazing at the heated flesh between my thighs. I feel myself growing wet under his attention. I can tell he likes what he sees. His breaths are shorter, shallower, like a cheetah who has chased down his prey and is stalking closer, preparing to sink his teeth in.

My hips jerk at the thought of Arneis’s fangs piercing my flesh.

“Hold still,” he says. “I want to remember every detail of this moment.”

He gives a tug on the rope, tightening my ankles to the posts. I’m strong enough to break the knots and the clever ties with a kick. I’m sure he knows this. I don’t think the physical restraint is the point of this exercise. I think he wants me to hold still of my own free will. The bindings are likely there as a reminder that I am under his power. He is hundreds of years older than me, and could easily overpower me.

Just the thought thrills me. I have never been submissive to a man. It’s not in my nature. But being bound by this man, following his commands, I feel as though I am evolving in real-time.

The cries of the woman on the other side of the glass pierce my ears. She, too, is bound and at the mercy of the male towering over her. Her head is bowed as he thrusts into her body from behind. Her eyes are glazed over in pure ecstasy. If that’s what I’ll receive for handing my will over to this man, I am ready to be bound from head to toe.

Arneis dips his head between my spread thighs. The light stubble on his cheek grazes the sensitive flesh there. My breath catches as he exhales and a warm breeze rustles my intimate skin. He hasn’t even gotten to his final destination yet, but I am ready to submit. He’s overpowered me with just the thought of what he’s about to do.

In anticipation, my right leg bounces against the leg of the cot. In excitement, my heel rises and I go up on the ball of my foot. I feel the rope against my leg. It presses into my skin in a warning that I do not heed. And then I hear twine snap.

Arneis’s head pulls back, all the way back to my knees. His dark gaze latches onto mine. I want to beg for forgiveness. I want to plead for another chance.

“I’ll be good,” I say, pressing my freed leg back against the cot’s post. “I’ll hold still.”

A grin spreads across his handsome face. I feel like a pet who just got the praise of its master. This man is about to own me. I’d be down on my knees panting for a treat if I weren’t so focused on keeping those same knees apart.

There’s no more dawdling. Arneis pushes my knees apart, as far as they’ll go while in the rope’s grasp. I feel a puff of his hot breath. Then the nuzzle from the tip of his nose. And then the velvety wetness from the tip of his tongue.

My head falls back. I struggle to keep myself upright, but my arms want to collapse in surrender. He only gives a few tentative licks before his lips close around mine and he’s sucking at me.

The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Unlike anything I could’ve imagined. I’d always thought a male’s penis went into the vagina. He’s putting his tongue in mine. Does the queen know about this? If she did know, none of the servants would be able to speak from the loss of their tongues.

Arneis laps at me like I’m fruit. My heels are off the floor again. I cannot help it. But I keep my knees wide for him. The last thing I want is for him to stop.

I dig my nails into the cot, feeling the plastic covering give way under my nails. I’m shaking now. A deep pressure is building inside of me. The weight of it started in my core, but I feel it radiating outward. Gravity is reversing inside of me as Arneis’s