Chapter 49 Induction to dark romance
The doll managed to turn my command into something graceful.
She did something as debasing as getting on her knees elegantly, with the natural grace queens in the old days possessed.
And for the first time, I wondered who she had been in the past.
She was clearly an old soul, I felt it in our kisses.
But who was she, and what did she do then?
Covering the distance between us, I leaned down to her height and placed my hand flat on her toned belly.
She inhaled.
Those bright eyes met mine, lashes so thick they roofed her eyes. Sit on your heels.
She moved her hips back till her bottom was resting on her achilles tendons.
Mm. So she liked his fingers between those ass cheeks.
I was not very surprised. There was something alive behind those quiet eyes that made me realize early on that she was more than she appeared.
“What's your safe word?”
“Chocolate.” She whispered without a pause.
I smirked. She’s been doing her homework.
It would feel so freaking good to strip off all that private school properness from her tonight.
Her desire was a heady scent in the air now. Hale would definitely smell it, but Finn, I was not certain.
My eyes traced the only parts of her skin open in the robe. Her cleavage.
I watched how her chest rose and fell with the heavy breathing she was struggling to conceal. And then I froze.
Grabbing the cinched belt around her waist, I tugged.
The robe fell away to reveal Finn’s handwork in full.
He had practically mauled her tits, breaking blood vessels under the skin. Now, they looked like ruddy bruises.
Hale inhaled sharply at the sight, and my head whipped towards Finn, who was staring right at her.
The woman on her knees was studiously avoiding his gaze.
“At least I have an idea now how she would look when I whip her.”
“Daine,” Hale called from behind me, a voice of caution, or plea.
I pulled away from her, and headed for him. My heart squeezed to see him flinch, his eyes uncertain whether the Dragon had finally snapped and regressed into being an animal.
But then maybe this was better.
Let them be scared. Uncertain just how much control this dragon really had. How much more he could take before he broke and went back to being an underworld beast.
I leaned over him, palmed the back of his neck and pushed his face up to mine. “Je suis désolé, mon amour.” I pressed my closed lip against his. “You’re going to hate this.”
LYS
My heart was pounding. Hands shaking where they rested on my thighs.
But I was not scared.
You will be cuffed, whipped, humiliated.
This was exactly what I signed up for. Sure, they probably would have given me more time to adjust. Maintained the decision to gently ease me into this new life like they had done these last few days.
But that would not happen anymore, and I had no one to blame but myself.
I had known this was a possibility the whole time, even while I clung to Finn, grind against him, and moaned his name.
I knew it because the last time I let selfish Lys out, things had not ended well either, so it was only normal that this was happening right now.
At that moment, I felt Finn's eyes burning into me, but I did not look at him.
Could not look at him.
I felt no regrets for doing all I did. But that was the last time it would ever happen.
Because although my skin still tingled at the memory, my chest was on fire, and my head contracted with the embarrassing realization that he had not really been into me.
He touched me because his mentors asked him to. All that passion was false. He was simply fulfilling an order.
Pain, raw and absolute, was whirling inside my heart now. But I chose not to dwell on it.
Not on Finn's betrayal that I would never have known if that hearing barrier did not suddenly break in the middle of their conversation.
Not on how much pain Hale appeared to be in right now as he watched me.
Not on how furious Draki looked. The most furious I had ever seen him.
I focused instead on my present position. And the foreign sensations I could feel.
The internet pages Draki had me read, had told me this would happen, but I may have downplayed how intense it would feel in reality.
On my knees, and exposed before three men, my nervous system was now in a state of emergency. Blaring a threat alarm.
My heart was pounding, my scalp hot and itchy, and my breathing was uneven no matter how hard I tried to pace my inhales.
Every blood vessel on my face, ears, neck, chest were dilated, the surrounding skin hot. Every nerve ending in my body tingled.
And like a butterfly effect, they awakened the sensations Finn had caused my body earlier.
Every single spot he had bitten, pinched, scratched was beginning to ache deliciously.
And right under their gaze, my nipples started to harden.
My nervous system screamed to run, but that was useless advice. Not when the panic came with spiked cortisol and adrenaline. Not when my pussy was heating up with arousal.
Finally, after what felt like a decade, Draki walked back to me.
His feet stopped just before my knees, and he stared down at me like a vengeful god.
It was hard to maintain eye contact, but I did not want to get him any more furious than he already was, so I kept my eyes on him because he preferred his subs to maintain eye contact.
His hands moved through the damp clothes I wore out to my parents' mansion, and pulled out my underwear.
My stomach lurched.
Then he turned and walked towards Finn on the left side of the room. When he shoved the silk panties in his hand, I thought I would die.
“You’ll need it.” That deep, deep voice said and my pussy clenched.
I did not understand what he meant, but I doubted I wanted to find out either.
He returned to me, and paused for a second. Then I felt his fingers in my hair.
My eyes closed involuntarily as a shiver ran from my scalp, down the back of my neck and snaked into my spine.
His fingers against my scalp felt like a Hawaiian massage. My shoulders unlocked, my neck relaxed, and my body seemed to settle more into the silk-smooth ebony wood floor.
“Whose are you?”
“Yours.” I whispered.
“Do you like this?”
A page of that BDSM archive he had me read came back to me. I opened my eyes and stared up at him.
“Yes sir.”
He gave me a pleased, approving smile. His fingers did not stop moving, running through the crown of my hair, tenderly massaging towards the base of my scalp.
“Finn,” he said now, and my shoulders shivered. “I want you to keep your eyes here.”
His strokes were dominating my nervous system now. Converting the heightened nervous arousal into intense sexual arousal only. Trading Adrenaline for Dopamine.
“I did not need her clit to turn her on.” Draki said quietly, “Show him how wet you are, Lys.”
My throat closed up.
Was he serious? I did not even want to look at Finn, not after what he did.
My eyes finally met him across the room. I froze. The pain in his face was like a hot blade in my heart.
But my sympathy vanished just as quickly. He deserved it.
Now he would share in the pain he caused me.
Those fingers were at the top of my neck now, and I was barely holding back the noises in my throat.
I raised one knee off the polished floor, and placed my foot down. Then staring right in his eyes, I parted my legs.
His eyes burst into flames.
“That’s the first time you’ve seen it, right?” Draki’s voice was mocking. “Memorize it. That may be the last.”