Page 44 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Why don’t you believe me when I tell you that?” he finally questions me. Jett tells me I’m beautiful and amazing and bewitching every time we’re together. No man has ever cared enough to engage my mind as much as my body, but Jett does. His pleasantries were unnerving at first. I just wanted to get down to it. But he had other ideas. Over the past two months, he slowly broke me down and challenged me to feel. I’m still a work in progress, but he’s letting me in, and expecting me to do the same. Which is a terrifying thing. Because I find myself wanting more and more to follow him down any dark path he leads.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t have positive associations with that word.”

“Why?” he presses, but I just shut down. I don’t want to ruin tonight with my sickening history.

After a few prolonged moments, Jett sighs with resignation. He takes my face in his hands and stares profoundly into my eyes. “One day, you’re going to trust me enough to tell me all your secrets.”

He’s dead wrong about that. I’ll never tell him my secrets. I’ll never infect my safe little bubble with the atrocities of my past. I’m running as far and as fast as I can from them, hoping beyond hope they never catch up with me. I’ll never go back. I’ll die before I let that happen.

“Where are you, little bird? Where do you go when you disappear like that?”

Into the blackest hole imaginable.

“Nowhere. I’m right here with you.” I return to the present.

He shoots me a skeptical look. “There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else, right?” I repeat our mantra earnestly.

The devout look that mars Jett’s face steals my breath away. For a split second, I’m fifteen years old again, dreaming of love. Still an innocent adolescent wishing on a star for someone to look at me exactly like that.

“Yes, you’re right. You’re so fucking right.” He slams our lips together, breathing back the air he just stole away. “Let’s see if I can re-associate the word beautiful in a more positive way.” He licks his index finger and thumb on each hand then pitches and rolls each of my nipples between the wet pads.

“Mmm.” I stretch in the bonds, my body reacting instantly to his devious touch.

There’s no talking after that, only acting. Only tickling, teasing, and toe-curling contact.

Once my nipples are pert little points, and the double trouble vibrator is toying with my building need, Jett reaches for the chain lying next to me on the bed.

“You’re going to come for me, baby. So many times. Tonight, we’re going to soar.”

He tauntingly pinches the two little clamps attached to each end of the chain before saturating my nipples with saliva and then capturing both rigid peaks between the metal teeth. The initial bite stings, causing my whole body to tense. To cling to the stiff beads and the vibrator buried deep inside both holes.

I moan in exquisite torture as Jett yanks teasingly on the chain.

“Stay with me, little bird. We’re not done yet.” He squeezes another clamp in front of my glassy eyes before running the steel tip down a straight line from my belly button to the top of my slit. “I’m going to enjoy this. I hope you weren’t too fond of this thong.” He yanks and tiny pearls explode all over the floor.

“I was,” I flirt. “Now, you’re just going to have to buy me a new one.”

“Robin, I’ll buy you anything you want.” He clamps my clit, and I squeal in surprise. “As long as I get to hear that sound whenever I want. As long as I get to keep you.”

I inhale a sharp breath as my body adjusts to the severe sensations and his weighty words.

Don’t say things you don’t mean for the sake of just getting me off.

“God, I’m a fucking slave for you.” He squeezes my tits, and the abrasive clamps make it feel like my nipples are going to explode.

“Jett!” I plead.

“I love to hear you.” He releases my breasts, and I pant in agony. “But tonight, I want silence.” He picks up the last item on the bed. I eye him warily as he lifts a black leather ball gag to my face. “I’ll never hurt you. But I want you mine. All fucking mine.”

I have no idea what he means by that as I part my lips and let him slip the red ball into my mouth. The first taste catches me off guard. Cherry? I suck it, and the sweet taste of sugar runs over my taste buds. An oversized piece of hard candy is what he chose to gag me with.Only Jett.

“You couldn’t be any more perfect even if I dreamed you into existence.” He looks as if he’s possessed.

He then flicks the vibrator on, and I scream, the gag muffling the tormenting sound. Everything constricts. Every captured muscle and every burning fiber as vibrations shiver through both shafts sending catastrophic quakes to the tips of my every limb.

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