Page 38 of Moon Blind Hearts
“Very good,” he rumbles. “Tonight, I’ll be joining with Vanta Vyxxxen for this scene. I expect y’all to treat her like I do.” He turns toward me, his eyes flashing. “I expect you to respect the goddess.”
More “Yes, Daddy” trails down the screen.
Oak turns toward me, and I suddenly tense. I remind myself this is just business again, but when Oak looks at me like that, I realize I’m in real trouble. I should have worn something else. I shouldn’t have done something so small to provoke him. I’ve clearly done that. But he’s the one that told me this is all just business. He should be better than me.
When he starts stalking toward me, my core tightens. Fuck. I’m going to pay for this outfit. I’m going to pay for letting emotion into these scenes. I just know it.
He strides toward me, and then behind me, circling until he’s at my back. When his hands reach around me and wrap around my neck, tilting my head back, I let him.
“That’s a very good girl,” he purrs in my ear, his warm breath tickling my hair. “You’re going to give me everything tonight. Every piece of you. Every orgasm. Every shard of your black heart.”
“We’ll see about that,” I reply, knowing this is a game we’re playing for the cameras. My character isn’t one to bend or break. Vanta is all about maintaining control even when it looks like she doesn’t have it. If Oak thinks he can take every bit of me, then he doesn’t really know me.
He chuckles against my neck. “Yes,” he murmurs. “We will.”
I’m lifted into the air so suddenly, I have no way to prepare for it. One moment, I’m standing with his hand around my neck, his warmth pressed to my back, the next, I’m thrown over his shoulder like the hay bales he tosses around. His other hand comes over and smooths over my ass as he walks toward the cameras.
“Just look at this perfection,” he tells the camera. “Tell her how perfect she is.”
The chat floods with “Mommy” now and compliments about my physical features, but I only care about what Oak is saying, about what he’s doing. I only care about the way Cash watches in between working on the cameras. I only care about the way Sawyer tilts his head, his eyes on the floor as he listens.
Oak turns back and strides toward the bed, walking as if it’s nothing to carry me. Hell, for him, it probably is nothing. I’ve never felt so safe in someone’s arms before, so stable. When we reach the bed and he tosses me onto it, I stare up at him with narrowed eyes.
“Control doesn’t come easily,” I remind him. “We’ll see who is in charge.”
He smirks at me. Bracing himself on his knuckles on the edge of the bed, he leans forward. “Strap one wrist into the restraint.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge.
“Then you’ll be punished,” he replies. “And I’ll let the chat decide what that punishment will be.”
I lean back on my elbows, watching him, but I very purposely don’t reach for the restraint. That’s what he wants. He wants this to be a tug-o-war. That’s what the subs definitely want. Anything less would be too easy and not earned.
He swipes out so fast, it’s impressive. His hand wraps around my wrist firmly and jerks it up, strapping the wrist in before I can so much as protest. He never hurts me. Every touch is gentle and direct. Every motion is purposeful.
I reach up to the wrist restraint to remove it, only to find it locked. I raise my brow as he holds up the key very conveniently dangling around his neck. The pearl necklace still hangs there, never removed despite the scene. Not for the first time, I wonder why he wears it.
“You play dirty,” I chastise. “That means I can play dirty, too.”
“Please do,” he murmurs. “I look forward to how well you can throw me off my game, Mistress.”
And then he jerks my other wrist up. I’m ready for him this time and manage to slip my hand free, but in my desperation to keep my wrist free, he manages to lock one of my ankles to another restraint. The loud click makes me pause and I look down.
He grins. “It’s time for the chat to vote on your punishment.”
The chat lights up with requests, one after the other, money being thrown forward as they try to outbid each other.
“Blades369 thinks I should spank you,” Oak reads out loud. “But TerryWithAnEye thinks I should force my cock down your throat.” His eyes flash. “What will I choose?”
“You’re awfully brave thinking about bringing your cock anywhere near my teeth,” I say, smiling.
His head tilts down at the challenge in my voice and I know I’ve made him pick. I can’t help but lick my lips and it only seems to make him vibrate with barely restrained desire. I arch my back, forcing my breasts more fully up, and his eyes drop to them, hungry, eager.
“Come closer,” I goad, making it clear that I’m still in control despite being half restrained.
He reaches up to his shirt collar before he’s conscious of doing it. He seems to realize that he’s listening to me a moment later and his hand pauses after popping free one button. He smirks when he realizes and drops his hand.
“I think we’ll get to that here in a moment. But first, I’m going to show you what real discipline is.” He grabs my free ankle and flips me over onto my stomach. A second later, I hear the sound of his belt being pulled free. I move to lift up, but his hand on the small of my back keeps me pinned to the mattress. “Count,” he grunts. “Just like you made me.”
