Page 49 of Emperor of Lust

“Kneel.”

His low, rough voice sends a jolt through me. Instinctively, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m stepping softly across the floor to the bench. Raw electricity claws up my spine as I sink down onto the bench, my skin prickling with anticipation.

I don’t even know or recognize what version of me this is.

And I don’t care. Because Iwantthis—the dark, reckless part of him that calls to that same darkness in me.

Damian drifts behind me, his hands landing on my hips.

“Face the window.”

A needy pulse throbs inside me as I obey, turning sideways on the soft bench, still kneeling.

Something soft and thick lands on my shoulder before falling across one breast. I glance down and my pulse jumps when I see the silky, braided red rope tumbling down into my cleavage.Damian tugs softly, pulling the end of it, letting it tease across one pebbled, tight nipple.

“Tonight,Kitsune,” he growls deep into my ear, “I’m going to show you what being minereallymeans.”

I gasp as he grabs my hands and tugs them behind my back.

“Do you know whatshibariis?”

My pulse skips as I nod my head.

Obviously, given my history, I’ve never tried it. But I know thatshibariis the Japanese technique of using rope in visually pleasing ways to bind a partner—sometimes even to bind oneself.

It’s about the artistry of it as much as it is the restraint. Still, the very idea of it has always freaked me out.

But now?

I’mexcited.

Damian crosses my wrists at the small of my back, and I shiver when I feel the silky rope slither and coil around them. He loops it again, wrapping the rope around and between my wrists before he knots it with a firm tug that sends something needy and vicious throbbing through my system.

This should be sending me into a full-blown panic attack as I relive every horrifying moment of that night eight years ago, sinking into the nightmare, drowning in anxiety and panic.

But I’m not.

I feel fuckingalive.

I close my eyes, surrendering to the strange, thrilling rush as he tightens the last knot. My breathing is shallow, my pulse erratic, but I don’t fight it. Instead, I let the adrenaline wash over me, allow fear to mix with excitement until they’re one and the same.

He steps in front of me, his fingers lifting up my chin. “Look at me.” His voice is soft but commanding. I open my eyes and the intensity in his gaze, the dark, unyielding hunger, steals my breath.

Wordlessly, he gathers my hair in his hand as he slowly walks behind me. My pulse skips as his grip tightens and he starts to move his fingers. It takes me a second to realize he’s putting my hair into a single, long braid. Electricity pulses under my skin as he lets the braid drop between my shoulder blades and slowly moves in front of me.

He’s holding a blood-red silk scarf.

I’m half-expecting the panic that I’ve managed to hold back to finally escape in a mad frenzy when he starts to tie the silk over my eyes.

Instead, pure desire pools in my core, engulfing me like flames as he pulls the silk tight. His hand wraps around the braid running down my back, coiling it around his fist and pulling hard enough to drag a low whine from my throat.

“Open your mouth, Kitsune,” Damian growls quietly. “Show me what a good little cum slut you are.”

He pulls me down as the filthiness of his words hits me. Something swollen and slick runs over my lips, and my thighs squeeze together when I realize it’s his thick, hot, hard cock.

Fuck.

My lips part as he pushes between them with a low groan. He doesn’t ram inside, but he’s not gentle, either. There’s a commanding insistence to the way he guides his fat cock over my tongue, stretching my lips and jaw wide as I moan.

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