Page 22 of The Ties We Break

Declan looks shocked by Sian’s statement, and I can’t help the little laugh that escapes. He clearly was not expecting her to say that.

“Well, if you are going to distract the enemy, you are very welcome to go. But don’t get annoyed when Kian breaks open his pretty, little face,” says Dec with a cocky smile.

“As long as he doesn’t do any permanent damage, that’s fine by me. I’m hoping Kian wins, then Noah will need a shoulder to cry on, and I’ll make sure mine is the first he sees,” explains Sian, as she wiggles her dress around slightly before pulling her boobs up until they are sitting high. She makes me laugh, and I love that she’s so confident showing off her assets.

“You better hurry up. The warm-up fight will start in a few minutes and the lights will go off. Make sure you are there and have anything you need because once the lights go off you can’t see shit except for the ring or the giant screen,” Dec explains, and Sian takes off towards the stairs, walking slightly faster than before.

Once I lose sight of Sian, I turn to say hello to Declan. I didn’t get a chance when he first arrived, but his eyes tell me we’re past small talk. His nostrils are flared and his crystal blue eyes are big and almost black with lust as he drags his gaze over my body. I’m wearing a short, black skater-style skirt, so it flows out nicely, and I’ve paired it with a black t-shirt with a skull on the front. The back of my T-shirt is covered in lots of mesh skulls, making the back almost see-through. Declan likes what he sees, I can tell. Well…he did until he sees my Converse. I notice the moment his eyes lock onto them, his gaze narrows, and his jaw seems to tighten before he poignantly stares at me. I just smile sweetly and hope he overlooks them. Technically, I haven’t broken any rules. He said I could choose!

While he’s checking me out, I’m not ashamed to say I‘m doing the same. He isn’t wearing a suit, and fuck me, he looks hotter. Most guys look their best, all dressed up in a suit, and there is no denying Declan has that effect. But dressed in tight ripped jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and a leather jacket makes him look all kinds of dangerous and sexy. I can’t help clamping my legs together to try and sate the ache in my core.

“Hi,” I say quietly. The silence is deafening, and you can almost see the chemistry crackling between us. I need to break it before I say or do something stupid.

“Hi,” he replies with a cocky smile as he sits next to me. “How many drinks have you had?” he adds at the end, and I feel like hitting my hand to my head. Fuck, how did I forget that I’m not supposed to drink much if I want to play with him? Let’s hope what I’ve had isn’t too much.

“Erm, one Jack Daniels and Coke and one shot of tequila,” I mumble as I look at him for his response.

“You can’t have any more alcohol. You need to make sure you drink plenty of water instead.” His voice is authoritative and leaves no room for argument as he points to the bottled water already on the table. You can tell this is the VIP section.

“Thank you, Sir. I will follow your rules,” I state politely.

After reading and completing the auction paperwork, I know that any punishments he inflicts will be for fun, but also to make sure I can stick to his instructions. I made it clear what I wanted him to use, things I wanted to try that inflict some form of pain. Although it terrifies me, I am keen to learn how much pain I can tolerate and if it can give me pleasure. I know Declan will find a way to teach me these things even if I don’t officially break the rules, which is good because I’m more of a rule follower than a breaker.

“Good. I will be pushing your boundaries tonight and I need to make sure you give full consent and are aware enough to stop things if needed. Many people will only play if you have no alcohol in your system, and on the day of the auction, no alcohol will be permitted.”

Picking up the bottle of water on the table, I take a sip before replying. “Yes, Sir. That makes perfect sense. Thank you—”

Before I get a chance to finish my sentence, we’re plunged into darkness as a loud voice echoes around the barn from the extensive speaker system they have set up. The voice has a cockney, London accent, and he introduces the two warm-up fighters. They each make their way to the ring with very little fanfare. In fact, most of the crowd haven’t even stopped their conversation.

Declan's hand touches my lower back. His hand somehow manages to catch the small sliver of skin that’s visible between the bottom of my T-shirt and the top of my skirt. I turn slightly, and his face is lit up somewhat by the small spotlight on our table. He slowly guides me until I’m standing up against the balcony railing, looking down at the ring. As I reach the edge, a large bell sounds, and the two men in the ring that just a second ago were bumping fists now launch themselves at each other, fists flying. Even though I’m a good few feet higher than the ring, I can still hear the crack as a fist connects with flesh.

The crowd that were showing no interest in the fighters before is now shouting and hollering. They’re not even cheering for a clear side, they’re just embracing the fight. Part of me wants to look away because every time someone successfully lands a punch or a kick, I can’t help but cringe. It’s so brutal, but I can’t look away. It’s like when you are driving past a car accident. You know you shouldn’t look, but you just can’t not. This is like that.

No matter how engrossed I am in the fight, I don’t miss Declan shuffling slightly until he’s standing behind my back. His hands snake around the front of my body and rest on that small patch of exposed skin on my lower belly, right next to my hips. He pulls my body back until I’m leaning against his chest, and I can feel his erection pressed against my back. The warmth from his body engulfs me, heating my core, and as I feel his breath on that sensitive spot behind my ear, I have to bite down on my lower lip to ensure a little moan doesn’t escape.

We stay like that for a while, Declan just holding me in his arms with his lips next to my ear. I know he’s enjoying himself, I can feel it, but he has to know that the suspense is killing me. So, in a move I learnt in one of my books, I slowly push my ass back against his cock, making sure to grind against it just slightly before pulling away.

It’s not something I’d typically do, but the resulting growl tells me it worked exactly as planned. His gravelly voice whispers in my ear, sending shock waves down my spine. “Don’t rush me, beautiful. I run this show, not you.”

I want to groan in frustration, but I hold it in, waiting as patiently as possible. It’s not long before he catches me by surprise and gently kisses along my neck, making sure to suck on the newly discovered tender spot just below my ear. How the fuck he knew it would be sensitive, I have no idea, but he knows what he’s doing. His kisses are like little bolts of lightning that I feel deep in my core. My body is begging for more, but I resist.

Sensing my need for more, he finally gives it to me by moving his hand under my T-shirt. At first, he just skims across the bottom of my boobs, but then his fingers pull down the front of my bra cups, giving him direct access to my nipples. He begins to tweak and pull them and the sensations are so overwhelming I can’t help the small moan that breaks from my lips. With his fingers assaulting my nipples, and his lips sucking and kissing across both sides of my neck, I’m in sensory overload. I had no idea it could feel like this.

I’ve had one boy touch my boobs before and he literally squeezed them like he was honking a horn. I got nothing out of it. I’ve read that nipple play can be highly erotic, but like the rest of me, I thought they were broken too. It turns out I just needed the user manual, which Declan seems to have memorised. He’s not only bringing my body to life, he’s making me shine. I’m so turned on, I don’t even want to think about what state my panties are in.

With a hard twist on both nipples as he bites down on my neck, a loud groan of pleasure erupts from me, and luckily, the crowd is still super noisy, so they can’t hear me. But that still doesn’t stop the blush that floods across my cheeks. How the fuck did I forget that we were standing in front of a room full of people? If anyone looks up, with the right light, they would have no problems seeing what we are up to. Yet, it doesn't seem to bother me. I just want more of that feeling.

I want to ask him to kiss me, to show me what a proper kiss should be like, but I don’t have the confidence. Why won't he kiss me?

“Do you like it when I pull on your nipples like that, beautiful?” Declan tweaks my nipples, as if to prove a point.

My reply is instant and breathy. “Yes. It’s painful, but in a good way.”

“Good. I knew you would be able to take a bit of pain; it’s more fun if you can. Are you enjoying that I’m playing with your tits in public? How would you feel if I pulled your top up so everyone can see them?” he asks as he continues to tweak and stroke my nipples. The idea of everyone seeing my boobs is terrifying, but I also remember his rules. And so, despite this not being the answer I want to give, I tell him what he wants to hear.

“I do enjoy you playing with my tits, Sir. Thank you, you may do whatever you want to me.”

His responding low chuckle vibrates through my ear. “Now, tell me the real answer, Belle.”

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