as he kissed me like a kid needing a lollipop, still so firm in the shackles that I moaned for more when he pulled away and I couldn’t reach him.
He stepped away and my open eyes landed on the room. On the figures there staring up at me. At the gathered crowd, some of them so close that I could see their faces under the glare of the spotlights. Every single one of them was looking at me like I was a queen.
Yes.
I wanted this.
It was a mirror to everything I’d hated in my past. People playing with me when I didn’t want them to, looking at me like a dirty little piece of shit who meant nothing.
This was a whole other word. Lucian Morelli playing with me when I wanted nothing more than his touch and his commands, while a whole room stared at me like I was a goddess who meant everything.
I was so happy when Lucian stepped back up beside me with a smirk and placed a cane against my tits. I nodded, smiling right back, my stare all on him.
He caned my tits so hard I was crying out, but still I was offering myself for more, desperate for the stripes, for the pain, for the marks on my skin.
His marks on my skin.
I was trembling as he caned my thighs, striping me up all over again.
He caned me until I was panting and struggling to take it, even in my submissive state. Then he played with my clit, his fingers a perfect tease. He caned my ass until I was crying out, broken, and then his fingers played me some more, over and over and over, until I was in a blur in the most blissful of ways.
Still that room stared up at me, transfixed.
I didn’t know it was coming when he lowered my shackles and dropped me down to my knees. The chains were hanging loose when he presented himself in front of me, his pants unbuckled and his cock hard enough that it was dark with desperation.
Oh, how he fucked my mouth. I gagged and retched and spluttered, dribbling spit down onto the floor. He took hold of my throat and choked me as I tried to suck him, my eyes watering as I stared up at his face. I was moaning as he stole his dick from me, moaning harder as he got down onto his knees behind me and rubbed himself against my slit.
Oh, how he fucked my pussy. Oh, how I moaned like a slut, chains rattling and the crowd cheering as I slammed myself back onto his dick with every thrust.
He took my hair, twisted and pulled, showing me off as I moaned, angling himself just right so I bucked and gasped and came for him.
And then he came for me.
Lucian Morelli came for me in front of a crowded room, grunting as he spurted inside me.
I’d never been so proud in my life.
I was his woman. His whore. His slut.
I was the love of his life.
God, it was bliss. Pure, absolute bliss. I was grinning when he unbuckled the shackles and helped me to my feet in the most gracious of ways, smiling back at me in the most gorgeous way I’d ever seen him smile.
He helped me back into my dress with gentle hands, and I knew full well I was marked all over by his brutality. I was buzzing from it so brightly that it felt like a crime to cover it back up with the fabric.
The crowd had already began dispersing when we climbed down from the stage and made our way back over to the bar. I must have been glowing like a beacon, flinching as I sat down on a stool next to the woman who’d introduced herself as Raven.
She laughed at me, a lovely genuine giggle that was almost like a cackle.
“Told you it won’t be your last time here,” she said, and I laughed along with her.
She was damn right on that.
We were in there a long, long time, chatting away quite happily to Raven, and her girlfriend, and James and Cat. They were amazing, treating us like any other clubgoer and not as people in the media glare all over the world. I loved it. All of it.
It was almost morning when we finally got into a cab, all set to head back to Quentin Manor and a nice, warm bed. Lucian was only glancing at his cell when he