Page 50 of All Hallows Game

“Then reach up and hold onto the headboard, beautiful. And don’t move until I tell you to.”

My clit pounded as he slid off my body, reaching into a pocket of shadow for a length of black rope.

“I know you like being tied up; Miz told me how perfectly you came while he bound you in his shadows.”

My mouth went dry. My heart beat so hard I felt it against my skin. I reached up and wrapped my hands around the cold wood of the headboard, unable to look away as Tor removed another bundle of rope, then something small and silver I couldn’t make out and—

“I borrowed this from Miz. He didn’t mind,” Tor said with a smile darker and far more dangerous than I’d ever seen on his face. It erased the beautiful softness of him until only harshness remained. I should have let go of the headboard and run, but I held on tighter, pressing my fingernails into the soft grain.

I looked at the wand vibrator in his hand and wondered just how badly he was going to torment me, and why that made me so wet I felt arousal trickle from my pussy. I was so fucked up for wanting this even when I didn’t know his limits.

Tor’s gaze poured over me in a slow assessment, something both heated and clinical in that look, as if he was assessing how to make me suffer. But then he murmured, “So fucking beautiful,” and my heart remembered how to beat. “You trust me, Cat?”

I nodded. I might have been nervous, but there was no doubt I trusted him.

“I need to hear the words,” he said, still watching me with that assessing stare.

“I trust you.”

My eyes went to the rope in his hand and Tor smiled, a dangerous thing that hooked into his cheek. “You’re gonna need safe words, beautiful. If you want me to slow down, or you need me to hold you for a minute, you tell me amber.”

“Amber,” I repeated.

“And if you want to stop, tell me red and I’ll stop immediately.”

I nodded, my heart thumping harder, a quiver going through my pussy. “And what’s green for?”

His eyes flashed. “Fucking the life out of you.”

Oh. Right. Got it.1

He unwound the length of coiled rope, ensnaring my gaze and never breaking eye contact as he crawled up the bed and secured my wrists to the headboard. “What’s your colour now, beautiful?”

“Bright neon green,” I replied breathlessly, making Tor smile so deeply I swore I saw a dimple in his cheek.

“I knew you were my kinky little whore.”

My whole body flashed hot then cold at his words, at his tone. My clit swelled, desperate to be touched. A sharp throb went through it when Tor trailed a broad touch down my chest, gliding between my breasts to my stomach. My shirt disappeared, swept into a shadow so only bare skin and aching bone separated our souls.

I would never get used to that casual use of magic, or the velvety feel of it against my skin. I broke out in goosebumps as it caressed my legs, vanishing my jeans, too, and then I was groaning as Tor’s mouth slammed into mine. He kissed me like an assault, like a punishment, and I knew he hadn’t forgotten what I said on the moors.

I only wanted you and Misery because of the curse, but what Death and I have is real. Why would I want you when I have Death?

When he ripped himself away from me, breathing so hard his chest heaved under the tight black shirt he wore, I opened my mouth to say it was all a lie, you were never nothing to me, you were always everything. Pain sliced through my throat and blood gushed into my mouth.

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk about that? Didn’t I say I need you safe?”

Anger flashed in Tor’s eyes and my stomach curdled. He darted forward and licked a bead of blood from the corner of my mouth, plunging his tongue back inside and groaning so loudly that it vibrated down my tongue. He kissed away my flash of hurt, my fear of rejection, and kept kissing me until I was boneless and pliant beneath him.

“Not mad at you, beautiful, just pissed at the situation,” he said, breathing raggedly. I was proud of that, proud of making him as breathless as he made me. “I love the taste of your blood, but I hate seeing you bleed. But don’t worry, pussy cat, I know just how to protect you.”

He turned his hand over and a ball gag formed in a pool of death magic. A gasp caught in my throat, my clit throbbing like crazy.

“Mouth open, beautiful,” he ordered, both soft and unyielding. I flexed my fingers where they were bound above me, the ropes secure against the headboard, and I had butterflies again as Tor reached for my face, running his thumb over my kiss-swollen bottom lip.

“That’s my girl,” he praised when I opened my mouth, nerves tangling up my belly when he fitted the ball in my mouth. “Tongue under the ball, that’s it, now lean forward for me.”

I’d never been gagged before, but I’d always thought it was hot to give up that control, to be dominated so entirely that you couldn’t even speak without approval. Feeling the straps lock behind my head sent a spasm so deep through my pussy that I gasped.

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