Chapter 23: +Chapter 23+

He got into the elevator, and the lady that got in after him nearly hyperventilated at the sight of him. She had to lean against the walls of the elevator to regain her bearings. On a normal day, Lucien would have taken advantage of that, she had a pretty face, all that was needed was a few sweet words.

But he didn’t even spare her a second glance, he was wound up too tight, and it felt like he could snap at any moment. He kept reassuring himself that he had every right to be stressed out and that it had nothing to do with the absence of a certain witch that had golden-hued honey eyes.

He opened the door to the penthouse with his key; he had several spares made so he could freely invite them over. It wasn’t that private of a space but although quite a number of women owned a spare key to his apartment, they all knew better than to show up without permission.

Lucien hadn’t bothered with a coat, he had worn a dark red dress shirt which had a couple of buttons undone, and simple black pants. Depending on how the morning went, he might lose his shirt so he could move more freely.

He headed straight for the bedroom, unsurprised to find the lights dimmed and mood lighting on. The lady he had called was a veteran, and he didn’t keep her around because he was particularly attached to her, it was merely because she never made things complicated and always showed up whenever he called.

He was a simple man.

Lucien was momentarily distracted by the sight of the lady on the bed, her dark hair was tied up as he ordered, a silk tie covering her vision. The mood lighting was a pale yellow at the moment, it made her pale skin look like it was covered in honey - He had to say, his mood was already improving.

She sat on her knees at the center of the huge bed, the position accentuating her round hips and slender waist.

Lucien walked close enough for her to be doused in his scent, picking up on the little shiver that swept through her and the sight of goosebumps breaking out of her otherwise smooth skin.

He walked away without a word, heading to the bathroom so he could wash his hands and stare at the sharp lines of his face. After he stayed long enough in the spacious bathrooms for even him to start getting impatient, he languidly made his way out.

Lucien could see her legs tremble in excitement when she heard his footsteps. He walked right to the bed and half got on it so she could feel the dip in the bed, and the soft whimper that elicited from her made his fingertips tingle.

He reached out to trail a hand down the side of her face, her breath hitching when he made contact. “You understand the rules, and you remember the safeword…” He murmured, trailing his fingers lower, down her neck to her collarbone.

It was neither a question nor a statement because they had been through this so many times that it was just routine at this point. “You can speak,” He added, putting distance between them quickly.

The lady on the bed physically deflated when he broke contact. He briefly studied her lips and the lower part of her face that wasn’t hidden behind a blindfold. Her name was Kara but he never called the women he brought to his penthouse by their names, it was an unnecessary crutch that would only facilitate familiarity.

He walked off to the wardrobe in the room and pulled out a drawer… He always let the women who he brought here know what they were getting into, and after a couple of women had tried to trap him with flings, he knew to have them sign contracts ahead.

It was a necessity to be cautious because his preferences ran a little on the nose and finding the people who were actually into it became marginally easier when he added contracts into the mix.

He briefly scanned the drawer and immediately made a choice, he would start slow, he had all the time in the world, after all. He picked out a pair of vibrating nipple clamps and a rabbit vibrator.

As far as BDSM went, Lucien preferred just BD and copious amounts of pleasure. Nothing was better than having your partner crying, shaking, and begging because they felt so good. To have them fall apart with pleasure so intense it hurt.

Lucien returned to Kara’s side, leaning close enough that his lips brushed against her dark-tipped nipples. A breath sigh left her when he possessively cupped one of the soft globes and drew a nipple into his hot mouth.

When he popped the nipple free, it was hardened, perfect for the nipple clamps to go on. He subjected her other breast to the same treatment, his movement calm and measured while Kara was ever so softly trembling.

The blindfold amplified every single touch, and she had to bite her bottom lips to keep her sounds in. Her effort only lasted so long, her slender body going rigid when the first clamp came on, a moan falling past her lips.

Lucien’s gaze darkened at that, his hand’s stilling.

Kara seemed to sense his displeasure because she went back to biting her bottom lip, a furrow appearing between her brows.

Lucien was quick to brush a thumb over the furrows which quickly smoothened out, “You did nothing wrong,” He said steadily, “I just have a certain preference today,” He added in a much quieter tone, returning to the wardrobe to grab a ball gag.

Kara sat obediently while King Lucien placed it around the lower half of her face, adjusting the straps.

“Color?” He asked, lifting the ball gag to her her answer.

“Green,” She choked out, excitement stealing her voice.

Lucien skillfully strapped the ball gag in place and returned to placing the clamp over her other nipple but even as he went over the motions, it only made him dissociate further.

He couldn’t explain why but something felt off; he had no reasonable explanation as to why he didn’t want to hear the lady’s voice when he preferred them loud. Just like when he asked her to tie her hair up, that was also very out of character for him.

By the time he got on the bed, fully clothed, with a possessive grip on the lady’s bare waist while he stroked her inner walls, he was completely detached. The tightness in his skin had returned and if it wouldn’t go against his principles, he would have stood up and walked out.

She was so dripping wet that he didn’t even need lube, his long fingers deftly thrusting into her slippery folds. His nose twitched, her soft vanilla scent riling him up.

Lucien got up so fast after putting in the rabbit vibrator, putting a lot of distance between them. Good thing both vibrators were remote controlled because it meant that he could sit on the sofa on the other side of the room.

He started the vibrations on the lowest and poured himself a drink, staring out the floor-length window while she squirmed on the bed. It was going to be a very long day, for vastly different reasons now.