Retribution (Book 3 of The Dominion Series) (44 page)

"They're not gods. They just have a way to manipulate matter."

"What
is
a god if not precisely that?"

I say nothing for a moment, trying to process this. Michel brushes the hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.

"How do we stop him?"

Michel tilts his head. "I can't tell you."

"I just go into this blind?"

"Yes. Your ignorance of the plan is key."

"You said that to me before. I ended up brain damaged, living in Ipswich."

"This time, there's no alternative. We
have
to do this. Blackstone has struck." He sighs. "If humans can't find a way to stop the plague, the whole of civilization will fall and vampires will claim Dominion. Soren wants to strike Blackstone and the Council members who support it first. We have a way to kill them all or gain their compliance. Then, Soren will start locally, displaying feats of power to collect followers. Once he has power over Blackstone and the Church, he'll be in a position to claim Ascendance for himself and The Twelve. That's all I can tell you."

"We'll stop him before that happens."

"That's my plan. And that's all I'll tell you. Now," he says and bends down to kiss my neck. "You did very well tonight. You were submissive enough at times and resistant enough at times to convince Soren you were really going to give slavery to me a try. He's counting on it."

I nod and play with a button on his shirt while he strokes my hair. I wait for him to do whatever he will do. He tilts my head up and looks in my eyes.

"I want you.
Now
."

The abrupt turn in his demeanor, the sound of urgency in his voice makes me almost shudder with desire.

"How do you want me, my Lord?" I whisper.

"I want you here," he says and pulls me over to an antique settee with no back, like a chaise lounge. He turns me around and unzips my dress. "Take your clothes off," he says and kisses my shoulder. "Lie down."

I do as he commands, letting the dress slip off my shoulders and to the floor. I step out of it and my panties, then lie down on the settee as instructed. He sits beside me and leans over me, his gaze moving over my naked body.

"Are you going to lie still, and wait for my commands or do I need to tie you up?"

I say nothing for a moment, the thought of him tying me up making my heart beat a little faster.

"Yes, my Lord," I say, my voice a little shaky.

"Yes, my Lord
what?
" he says.

"Yes, my Lord, I'll lie still and wait for your commands."

I feel drunk, my flesh throbbing under his gaze, unable to do anything but wait for him. He doesn't need restraints. I'm so intoxicated from drinking his blood earlier that I can barely move my body. Then he lies on top of me, one arm cradling my head, his other hand cupping my cheek and he kisses me, his mouth soft and pressed against mine, just chaste, his lips closed.

I feel his clothing against my naked skin, the hardness of his erection against me, the linen of his white shirt rough against my nipples. I can't help but move my hips beneath him, rubbing myself against him, trying to force his lips open with my own.

"Just lie still, Eve," he says firmly, "or I'll have to tie you up."

I just stare in his eyes.

"Do it, my Lord," I whisper, my whole body quivering.

He exhales heavily, biting my neck just hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break the skin or make me bleed. He runs his tongue all over my neck, down to the swell of my breasts, under the curve, and then around to each nipple, before sucking, dragging his teeth over each one until I moan.

He moves his mouth over my belly to my hips, spreading my thighs and running his tongue once between my lips, stopping to swirl his tongue around my clit and I groan. I can't help but thrust myself against his mouth.

"I can see I need help keeping you still," he says, that grin starting. He stands and I glance at him from behind my lashes. His erection is bulging against his pants and all I want to do is nuzzle it, run my mouth along it.

He adjusts himself, untucking his shirt to cover his bulge. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To find some rope," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I know you won't keep still no matter what I do."

I watch him leave and just lay still for long moments, wondering if he'll find what he wants, my mind blank, my body aching for what's going to happen. I remember reading in my journal that he said he would that day so long ago.

In a few minutes, he returns, several lengths of thin white rope in his hand. He comes to me and leans down kissing my mouth first and then he leans down to kiss my other lips, his tongue dipping between them briefly, sending a jolt of lust to my center. I exhale and try to keep still but I can't help but shudder.

He takes a length of rope and ties it around my wrist and then secures it to my other wrist, raising them both above my head where he attaches the rope to the back of the settee. He ties a length of rope around each foot, then moves my legs apart so that my thighs are spread wide and each leg hangs off the side of the narrow bench, touching the floor, each foot tied to the settee leg. I pull briefly on my restrains and the rope bites just a bit into my skin but not so much that it hurts.

"Don't pull too hard," he says in my ear. "I don't want your pain block to keep me from reading you."

I nod, breathing fast and shallow, my cheeks hot. Then he straddles the settee and pulls a length of cloth from his pocket, covering my eyes with it and I almost say no, because I want to look at his face and in his eyes while he fucks me, but I keep silent.

He knows what he's doing.

"Keep your mouth open and your lips parted," he says and I wonder why.

He gets off the settee and I'm breathless, waiting. We remain in silence for some time – I don't know how long, but I become attuned to the sound of the room. I hear the mansion itself, the murmur of voices down the hall, the sound of a something crunching over gravel in the courtyard – probably a guard on foot patrol, the wind in the trees outside the open window. After a long silence, my senses focus back on the room and I hear him breathing, fast and shallow, just like me. I can hear my own heart beat in my ears, the sound of my breath flowing in and out of my mouth.

Then I hear the sounds of him removing his boots, the clunk-clunk as he takes off each one. I swear I can hear him unrolling his socks and dropping them on the floor. Then, the clink of his belt unfastening, the zzzhhrrr of his zipper sliding down, the rustle of fabric against fabric and I'm amazed at how much keener my sense of hearing is now that I can't see and we've spent some time in silence.

I feel him on the settee and his scent fills my nose – sandalwood. A touch of clean sweat, and a hint of his male musk.

More movement follows and I feel the whisper of his breath on my cheek. I turn my head towards the sensation and feel his lips brush lightly against my mouth.

"Don't move, Eve. Don't speak unless I ask you to. Just open yourself to what will happen.
Let
it happen. Don’t try to control anything. Just feel. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I say, barely able to speak.

"Yes,
what?
"

"Yes, my Lord."

His mouth presses against my neck, his tongue wet against my skin. The he pulls away for a moment and a silence passes between us.

“Open your mouth,” he says and I do. He slips a finger in my mouth, resting it on my tongue. “Suck.”

I suck on his finger, pulling on it, and he slowly removes it.

“Again,” he says and instead of his finger, he inserts his thumb and I suck it as well, tugging on it with my tongue and lips. He slowly pulls it out and I wait, lips parted.

“Again,” he says. I open my mouth and he covers mine with his, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth against mine, and it’s soft and wet. I suck on it as I have his finger and thumb.  We kiss deeply and then he pulls his tongue out of my mouth and I wait for what’s next.

I feel him straddle me. Then the silky slickness as he rubs the head of his erection against my lips. I don’t know what to do – should I try to lick him or should I wait for him to tell me what to do? My instinct is to try to lick, to try to take him in my mouth but I wait, my lips slightly parted as he said. He rubs the head all over my lips, the fluid wet against them, but he does nothing else. He doesn’t press it between my lips nor does he tell me to lick him and so I do nothing. I wait.

“Your lips are perfect,” he says. “So full and soft.” He strokes the slick head all over them and my arousal grows as I wait. Then he pulls away.

“Lick your lips, Eve. Taste me on them.”

I do and he tastes salty, the taste sending a jolt of lust through me.

“Stick out your tongue,” he says and I do, waiting. I feel him shift on the couch, and then a drop of something cool on my tongue. It’s more of his fluid. I wait, barely able to breathe. “Swallow.”

I do, enjoying the taste of him, the fluid slippery on my tongue.

“Open wide,” he says and I open my mouth and then the head of his cock slides between my lips and against my tongue. I close my mouth around it and suck, rolling my tongue around the glans and along the rim, taking care to keep my teeth covered. Once more, he pulls it out slowly until I am once more waiting, my lips parted, breathing shallowly, all my nerves extra sensitive.

More movement on the settee follows and I wonder what he’ll insert into my mouth this time but instead of inserting anything, I feel his breath on my sex, and my whole body tenses, a throb of pleasure racing through me as I wait.

His hair tickles my inner thigh, his lips barely graze my skin as he moves his mouth all over but never touches me. But I can feel the whisper of his breath on me, hear him inhaling deeply, taking in my scent. Now, my body trembles as I wait for what he’ll do, my flesh aching for his touch. Any touch. I want to move my hips, find his mouth, but I don’t.

It’s sweet agony.

When he finally does touch me with his tongue, a long sweep between my labia, I groan and my muscles clench. There’s just enough give in the rope restrains on my feet so that he can spread my thighs wider and he does, opening me up, tonguing me but he’s putting enough pressure on my thighs so that I can’t move my hips the way I want. I’m forced to just lie there and let him do what he wants. When he slips a finger inside my body, I clench around it and am so close to orgasm, my mind is blank.

“Don’t come yet,” he says, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

“I can’t help it…”

Finally, he stops his motions and I’m gasping from how close I am, the impending orgasm receding just enough so that I don’t go over the edge.

“You’re dying for release. Wait a bit longer and it will be even better.”

After a pause, he inserts another finger and just holds it there, inside of me, not moving.

“I love your pussy all naked, Eve,” he says softly, his voice throaty with lust. “I love running my tongue all over it.
  I want to lick every part of you.”

I’m so swollen and aroused, just lying here with his fingers inside, not moving, and his explicit words are almost enough to make me come.

“Oh,
God
,” I say, unable to stop from clenching my muscles around his fingers. “Please…”

“Shh,” he says. “No begging, Eve. I know when you deserve to come. If you ask, you won’t receive.”

“Why?” I say, not able to understand why he’s doing this. Is he punishing me for being jealous of Gabrielle being with Julien? “What’s wrong with wanting to come? I can come more than once.”

“You greedy thing,” he says, and I can hear the smile on his lips despite my blindfold. “You can, can’t you? And I’m going to enjoy making you come over and over again. If you do what I say, it will be even better. Just obey, Eve. Trust me. Now stop talking.”

I lay in silence for a moment.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I say, guilt and a touch of sadness suddenly welling up in me. I bite my lip for emotion is rising in me, bringing tears to my eyes.

He stops what he’s doing and pulls his fingers out of me, then I feel movement on the settee and he lays naked on top of me.

“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “Eve, you
love
me. You
want
me. That’s the only thing that’s kept me going despite everything that’s happened. Don’t feel guilt for your love and desire. It’s good,” he says and kisses me softly. “It’s pure.”

Then he kisses me and he must do something to calm my emotions, because I feel acceptance, the guilt and sadness dissipating.

He just lays there, on top of me, and his weight and the feel of his skin on mine is so reassuring and he opens himself to me and I feel a rush of warmth from him.

He loves me…

To my surprise, he unties the ropes that restrain me, removes the cloth that covers my eyes, and just lays on top of me, kissing me. Then he pulls me over to the bed and pulls me on top of him, my legs on either side of his, and we just lay there kissing until desire starts to build inside of me again.