Page 30 of Unholy

I erupt with laughter—hysterical laughter. This situation is so incredibly fucked up that it’s all I can do or feel right now.

“No. It’s staying on,” I respond between losing my mind. Nathaniel blows out a heavy breath of frustration.

“It’s nipping. Please, Ms. Vandenberg?” My brow arches, and my laughter subsides.

“Doing asyouplease would be too easy. That’s not how this works, Mr. Sinclair.” I’m smug, but when we play, it’s by my rules.

Standing, my chest is puffed out as confidence cascades over me. Still in my lounge clothes with my hair down, I reach for my hair tie sitting on my nightstand. Gathering my long locks, I pull it up into my signature high pony.

After returning to my room from meeting with Greta, I noticed a few more of my belongings had arrived. Tiptoeing to the leather duffle bag on the royal purple velvet sitting chair, I take the zipper between my fingers and deliberately, I open it slowly. It feels like the air is slowly being sucked out of the room as the teeth of the zipper unlatch and tension builds.

The bag opens and the items inside are revealed. My mouth smirks with excitement.

Shiny silver chains make my eyes glimmer—nipple clamps. Biting my lip, my hands reach in to see what else this mystery bag contains. And to my surprise, whoever packed this did me a great favor; lubricant and a few different-sized silver metal butt plugs with bejeweled rubber ducks on the ends follow, gifted from Greta. Some clothes are at the bottom, and a pair of black metal handcuffs are the last of it.

“You have thirty seconds to get on the bed. No clothes,” I demand.

Expletives are mumbled under his breath that he will be disciplined for. As I keep my back facing him, I can hear his belt buckle jingling as he rushes to disrobe.

The bed squeaks, indicating that he is nearly how I want him. The cuffs are the first item I take. “Safe word?”

Breathlessly he answers, “Devil.”

“Good boy, Mr. Sinclair,” I praise while standing in place a few moments more because I can play mind games too, Nathaniel.

Without hesitation, my body turns and my eyes trace down his exposed, fit body. Black ink decorates every inch of his skin, with the exception of his cock. White hair lightly covers his chest, his nipples are erect, and his breathing is becoming more heavy. The spiked cock ring is still in place, adding to the allure of his dick alongside those piercings.

My pussy throbs and my mouth waters. Soon, girl, soon.

“Let’s both not feel together, if only for a little while.” My voice is husky, lust and desire dripping off each word, and I hate myself for it.

“Arms up, above your head,” I instruct. His eyes close, debating if he will do it, perhaps? This is his last chance to flee before we begin. But he doesn't. Nathaniel’s strong arms move up my bedsheets and as they do, I take another step forward. I am holding the cool metal cuffs with my index finger, mindlessly twirling them while I wait for him to get into position.

His piercing blue eyes stay on me; trust is important and he has given me his wholly. Laying vulnerable with many unknowns still to come isn’t for everyone. You either get it or you don’t, and I can feel his energy bouncing off mine; his yearning to let go, to be free, and to have me lead is admirable. Many men in his stature would never, but he trusts me to lead him, and I will never take this responsibility lightly.

My knee lifts to rest on the edge of the bed as I lean over his face. I take his wrist in my grip, leaving my thumb resting over his pulse that is racing as I cuff him. My fingers move up his hand once the cuff is locked into place. I brush the beds of myfingers over the gold rings adorning his fingers. I am nearly too captivated to notice the goosebumps rising on his skin from the brief but intimate moment.

Nathaniel only wears gold accessories; they complement his beauty and bring out his features. This man is majestic. On his other wrist is his gold watch. Reaching farther, I gently remove it and place it on the bedside table before locking his other wrist in.

“Keep your hands above your head. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.” I don’t have any rope or other chains to connect to the bed frame and the cuffs to make it nearly impossible for movement.

“Understood, Ms. Vandenberg.” I reward him with a smile, he is learning.

Kneeling next to him, my fingers curl around the hem of my shirt and I take it off in one quick movement, exposing myself to him. Time stills; a man has never looked at me the way he gazes at me. Nathaniel’s eyes penetrate my soul. Lust and devotion radiate from him. And not because I am dominating him but because he genuinely feels that way. Energy never lies.

This is not the place nor time for me to even try to comprehend this.

“Many men are fixated on owning a woman. Many men think ownership includes penetrating all our holes. And I have always been an advocate for equal rights, Mr. Sinclair.”

My silver fox freezes. Our moment is over as realization washes over him. “Unless this is a hard limit.”

Swallowing, his Adam's apple bobs. From the corner of my eye, I see his toes flex as he contemplates his next words. “No, it’s not, Ms. Vandenberg.”

Turning around, I reach for the lube and smallest plug. This is likely his first time being anally penetrated, he needs to be trained to handle more before I even attempt to fit him with a larger size.

I lather the plug with lube and pour extra into my own hand. I walk to the end of the bed. “Knees up, cradle them toward your chest, and push your butt forward.”

No words follow, he just obeys.

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