Page 89 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

I haven’t even begun to set her free. Oppressed in this environment, I can’t crack open our relationship the way I truly want. Secrets will always divide us, and the truth could potentially destroy us.

All four of us—me, Kayne, Ellie, London—are navigating a similar path. Our hearts are at stake. Our relationships are hanging in the balance, and no one has the foresight to predict if we’ll make it out alive.

I would gladly trade my life for any of theirs. That’s who I am. It’s who I’ve always been. My career may have taken a turn for the worse, but my character remained the same.

The door creaks open, catching me off guard. An hourglass figure sways in the shadows before crouching to the floor. Her curves hit me like a drug. My cock stands at attention as the naked redhead crawls across the room on all fours like a pampered house cat.

I watch as she makes her way around the bed, coming to sit by the edge like a pet. My whole body throbs from her willing submission. Every valve in my heart pumping faster from the emotions she elicits. I leave her be. Appreciating the placidity and the expectation of what’s to come.

London just sits, patiently waiting, handing over complete control. I wait as long as I can. As long as my need will allow before sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. She’s positioned perfectly between my thighs, a self-possessed anticipation radiating off her body.

“Hands,” I demand.

Without delay, London raises her arms and places her hands on my lap. Slowly and meticulously, I begin to wrap the rope around her wrists in layers, binding them tighter with an intricate knot. Bondage is so much more than whips and chains and submission. It’s a soldering of souls. An exchange of trust. London has never trusted anyone in her life, yet here she is handing herself over freely to me. She doesn’t know half the truth of what’s really happening under this roof, or who I really am. Relying only on blind faith and my word as I begged her to do. If that’s not strength, I don’t know what is.

“Look at me.” London lifts only her eyes. “Were you a good girl for Kayne?”

“Yes, Jett.” Her reply is sultry. I tug on the rope, drawing her onto the bed.

“Tell me everything that happened.” I manipulate her body like a marionette, rolling her onto her side and positioning her bound hands over her head so I can secure the remainder of the rope to one of the iron posts of my bed. In this position, I have an unobstructed view of her bare body in the mirrored wall and access to every single erogenous zone.

Stripping out of my clothes, I lay behind her, pressing my bare body flush against hers. Her skin is hot and smells like sex. I inhale, the scent sending my senses into a frenzy. “Tell me,” I urge again, massaging one of her breasts. “Did she like you?”

“I think so.” London sighs rapturously.

“Did she touch you?” I pluck at her nipple.

“Yes. She was shy at first.” London arches. “But Kayne encouraged her. When he was domineering, she listened.”

“She’s a good little kitten, just like you’re a good little bird.” My hand travels south. “What else happened?” I open her legs, draping her right one over my thigh.

“Kayne made me pleasure her.”

“Like this?” I stroke her clit, watching her reaction in the mirror.

“No.”

“How then?”

“I rubbed her breasts, sucked on her nipples, then licked her pussy.” God, the images.

I sink one finger into her entrance, and we both expel a moan. She’s still so fucking wet.

“Did she taste good?” I finger her slowly, watching my knuckle disappear then reappear in the reflection.

“Yes. She was so sweet.” London flexes her hips, her ass rubbing against my aching cock while she languidly rides my finger.

“Like sugar?” I question seductively.

“Sweeter than sugar.”

“There’s no such thing.” I swirl my tongue against her shoulder as I spread her wetness around her clit and over the outside of each bare fold. My fingertips gliding easily over her slick skin as she squirms in her restraint.

“Did she like you licking her?” I continue.

“Yes. She was moaning.”

“Did you make her come?” I sink two fingers deep inside her.

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