Page 75 of Deadmen's Captive

"Why's that?"

"Nothing," he said. "It's just something different than what I expected."

"And what's that?"

His eyes darkened and for a moment there was silence, then he leaned closer.

"I expected something darker from you, Paige," he whispered in my ear. His warm breath against my skin sent chills down my spine and his fingertips stroked down the side of my face, causing heat to bloom under his touch.

"But perhaps," he continued, moving back slightly to lock onto my startled gaze. "I've yet to see your true colours. Maybe I will tonight. Shall we go?"

I nodded, my mouth dry, and the nerves levelling up as I followed him out to the car. He opened the door for me and I climbed up into the luxurious interior, breathing in the scent of the leather. Bast climbed into the driver's seat, and we set off for the club. I wasn’t sure what to say and the only sound was the soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tyres. Bast glanced at me from the corner of his eyes before looking back at the road, his profile silhouetted against the dimming twilight.

He navigated the sleek car through the winding streets with an expert hand, his other resting casually on my thigh throughout, zipping up electric currents whenever he gave an absent squeeze or trace idle circles with his thumb. I stared out of the window, trying to ignore the effect his hand was having on me.

"How do you handle it?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He looked at me, "Handle what?"

"The power," I began, gazing at the passing trees, "the control you wield... doesn't it scare you?"

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes followed by contemplation. Then came a smirk. "Scare me? Darling, power isn't something to be afraid of; it's something to be embraced."

"But what about hurting someone? Or losing yourself in it?" My voice was barely a whisper now, mirroring my lingering fear.

"Paige," he said slowly as if trying to choose his words carefully. "Power doesn't corrupt; it reveals."

"Reveals what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Who you truly are," he answered quietly. “Think about it. A few weeks ago you were shy and timid, barely kissed, and then two weeks ago you sucked my cock like a pro and tonight… Well, I can’t wait to see what you do tonight.”

He smiled darkly and I shivered. Before I could respond, Bast's hand moved higher up my thigh, causing an involuntary shudder to travel through my body. He watched me, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes as he continued to move his hand upwards, pushing between my legs and cupping my pussy through my dungarees. I gasped as the pressure sent a bolt of desire through me.

“What are you doing?” I hissed. “You’re driving!”

“Indeed I am. One of the benefits of driving an automatic.” His fingers rubbed against me and a small whimper escaped me.

“It's going to be an interesting night, Paige, and I want you in the right frame of mind.”

“And what’s that?” I breathed, gripping the sides of the seat as his movements became more insistent.

He pulled into a parking space behind the clubhouse, and turned off the car. He turned towards me, face in shadow.

“I want your little pink pussy dripping for me the whole time, my little slut. I want you thinking of nothing else except my fingers and my tongue pleasuring you.” He pressed down against my clit and I moaned, my hips pushing up, begging for more.

“Such a good little slut, panting and wet for me so quickly,” he muttered, then pressed his mouth to mine. I moaned into his kiss as he picked up the pace, moving his fingers quickly against me, driving me towards the edge.

“Bast,” I moaned as his mouth moved down my throat. “Bast please…”

“Do you want to come, little slut?”

“Yes… please Bast…”

“Oh you beg so nicely, I’m almost tempted to let you come,” he said, grinning as he pulled his hand away.

“What?” I stared at him, my breathing ragged and my body aching for release.

“I told you,” he said, opening the car door and climbing out. “I want that little pussy dripping wet for me. If you’re a good little whore for me tonight, I’ll let you come later.”

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