Page 20 of Bared Betrayal
For a freedom only I can give.
I wind my arm around her waist and pull her to the edge, earning a gasp from her lush lips.
She quivers as I lean into her, entranced by my goddess in white as I rasp against her ear, “Mine.”
Six
KALLIE
I openmy eyes as lightning bolts of pleasure race across my skin. I feel like I can barely breathe, heat pooling between my legs. I’ve never experienced anything like that. How my body responded to him was so fucking intense, I can still hear my heart thud in my ears.
Realization washes over me as fiercely as my orgasm did. The voices are gone. Not once have I heard them since I walked into Myth. There’s no war waging between the past and the present. It’s as if the war was won the moment I heard him say, “Close your eyes.”
His voice ignited something in my belly, turning me inside out with three simple words. My skin is hot and tingling, the wetness between my legs slick against my thighs. I’m still fucking spinning from the onslaught of his tongue, my muscles simultaneously rigid and numb. Everything feels surreal, and I can’t believe I just got tongue fucked on a table in front of people I don’t know, and I am so turned on by that fact that my pussy quivers, aftershocks flowing through me.
My gaze falls on him, and I must bite my lip to suppress a gasp. His eyes, I’ve never seen anything so vibrant. Sapphires that reflect so much life, so much intensity, it’s like staring into the depths of the ocean I want to drown in. All I want to do is reach out and take off his mask so I can see him. I want to see his face. His expression. Kiss the lips that glisten with my cum.
He gently takes my arm and guides me away from the small crowd of women waiting to be tried and men waiting to try them. I still can’t believe this place. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. And it seems so unreal that I’m here, being led up a staircase by a masked stranger who can probably still taste my pussy on his tongue. My body tingles from head to toe as if I’m touching electricity, charged with every step I take. But it’s not electricity. It’s him. He’s like a live wire, and there is nothing to ground me.
We stop at the top of the stairs, and my heart is beating so fast, I’m sure it’ll rip out of my chest at any moment. As he turns to face me, I’m once again floored by how his eyes gleam under the lights, glimmers of sapphires and diamonds that captivate me and make me forget that we’re not alone in this world.
My breathing quickens as he moves closer, and I swallow hard. His fingertips brush my cheek, burning like embers, and everything around us fades into the background. I’m entranced by him—how his presence wraps around me, his scent intoxicating with the spicy notes of pink pepper, tobacco, and rum. I never want to unburden myself from my masked stranger’s presence, something I want to wrap myself in and never escape.
He cups my chin in his hand, and I close my eyes, my lips parting with anticipation fluttering in my belly as his fingers hover over my face, waiting for something—for what? I’m not sure.
“What brought you here, baby girl?” Oh, my God, his voice. I can feel the warmth of his tone as if it were physically touching every inch of me. Fuck, if I fall to pieces from small talk, God help me if he ever started talking dirty.
“I…um.” Embarrassment flushes over me—not because I’m here, but because I don’t have the smooth sophistication and elegance the others seem to have so effortlessly. I want to be like them. I want to be able to feel at ease within my body. To know my hard limits and to push until I hit them. I want to be fucked, sucked, spanked, tied up, held down, and the list keeps growing as I look at him. I want all those things—tonight, with him.
“You’re safe here,” he says, clutching my chin between his fingers. “Myth is a place for fantasies, where dark desires are brought to light.” He tips my head back a little, leaning closer so I feel his hot breath against my jaw. “Now, tell me, little lamb, what brought you to the lion’s den?”
There’s a knot in my throat, but I can’t swallow. I’m too enthralled by him, how my body seems to hum to a rhythm he demands simply by standing so close.
I have no idea how to answer him. What can I even say that would make sense?
“I…uh. I’ve always wanted to experience something like this.”
He tilts his head and stares intently at me from behind his mask. “Sweetheart, you could go anywhere for that. Any man alive would love to give you the experience.” He slides his thumb across my cheek, his eyes an inferno of blue, blazing with indecent promises. The heat of them is inescapable. I can’t explain how I feel when he looks at me when our eyes meet. Like the air sizzles between us, and all I can do is melt into his gaze. It’s the most unusual feeling I’ve ever known.
“Tell me the truth. Why are you really here? What brought you here to me?” His fingers tighten slightly on my skin, and I feel the zing straight to my core, and it’s impossible not to answer with the truth.
“I want someone to hurt me,” I reply, my voice shaking with uncertainty, and I close my eyes because I don’t want to see the look on his.
“Open your eyes.” His voice rolls over me like honey, delicious and so decadent. “Do not ever be ashamed of who you are. This is new to you?”
I nod slowly.
“I need you to use words,” he demands, his voice a low tenor. “There’s no room for misunderstandings here.”
“Pain isn’t new to me. But asking for it is.”
He stiffens, a subtle groan vibrating in his throat. “Good girl.” Gently, his lips touch my jaw, and my chest expands. “Very good.”
I feel so small in comparison to him. He makes me feel secure. Secure in myself. How is that even possible with a complete stranger?
“Come.” He guides me down the hall to what looks like a master suite. I’m holding my breath as I glance around, taking it all in. There’s a large bed draped with black silk sheets, a red tufted couch across from it. I can imagine him sitting on it with his gaze etched on my naked body tied to the bed, writhing and begging for his touch. God, the thought thrills me.
The lights are dimmed, and the scent of sex wafts through the air, the anticipation mounting. A shiver runs over me from my head to my toes as I stare at the instruments lined up on the wall, and the realization of how fucking real this all is creeps up inside me. Doubts slither in, a prickle of warning dancing along the back of my neck.
