“But for this to continue, you must be vulnerable.” He moved to my side. “Revealed. I told you that no one else will touch you; I said nothing about them beholding you.”
What was he talking about?
“I intend to clear the glass so everyone can see my beautiful prize. . . .”
Chapter 35
What?? My jaw slackened, and I almost dropped the chain.
To have dozens of people see me strung up? While I was naked, clamped, and about to have who-knew-what done to me?
It was one thing to flash guys at the creek near home. This was a different world.
Sevastyan picked up that remote, his expression inscrutable. “If you don’t want me to reveal this room, all you have to do is drop the chain.”
Realization hit me. He thought I would balk—that we would go no further than this! And then he could say he’d tried.
So he hadn’t been taking pains to please me? No, he’d been setting me up for failure.
Bastard! To hell with that. I had on a mask; no one knew who I was, and I’d never see these people again. This was one night of my life, a few hours of gossamer fantasy.
“Drop the chain—or prepare to feel their eyes on you, coveting every inch of your pale skin.”
He was trying to unnerve me. It was working! Did I actually have the mettle to do this?
“Come now, we’ll go home.” He was like a devil on my shoulder, tempting me away from what I needed—from what we needed. “All this will be like a dream.”
In my mind, moving forward with this equaled moving forward in our life together. And I yearned for that. When I wanted something badly enough, nothing could stop me.
Not even the leering eyes of thirty strangers.
I refused to drop the chain. I refused to stay on the ground and not climb up to the trestle. Once I broke the surface of this, it would all be worth it.
When I knew my mind was made up, I began to shake—like a fledgling. Like a girl about to free-fall.
Sevastyan’s brows drew together. “You’re trembling?” He laid the backs of his fingers against my cheek, as if to check for a fever. “Drop the chain, milaya. That’s all you have to do.”
I gritted my teeth, set my jaw, and turned from him to stare at the glass. Bring. It. On.
I heard him exhale a stunned breath. He’d never thought I would do it. He’d set me up to take a fall. Sometimes I’m quite all right with falling, ass**le.
“Very well. They’ll see my woman.” I got the sense that he hated the idea of displaying me. Caught by his own trap?
I had been ogling those in the circus ring; soon they’d return the favor. Tit for tat. I almost laughed hysterically.
“It’s not often that one of these rooms is revealed,” Sevastyan said. “This will be a treat for them, and for the other rooms as well.”
I’d forgotten about the other rooms, with their hidden occupants who would not be giving me tat. But there was no going back; he’d pressed the button.
I heard a whirring sound, braced myself for their stares.
As attention fell on me, participants elbowed others, heads craning. Like starving pack animals who’d just scented a meal.
My shaking grew worse.
Still a devil in my ear, Sevastyan murmured, “You know what to do. And then I’ll conceal you once more.”
Partners were turning mid-sex, adjusting positions for better viewing. Don’t lose your nerve, Nat!
“I told you that you’d feel the bite of leather across your br**sts, its sting between your legs.” Yes, oh, yes. “You’d let them witness your first descent with me?”
Descent? I refused to look at him, just stared at the frolicking in the ring.
“You must want this very badly indeed.” In a wondering tone, he mused, “For a submissive, you can be extremely aggressive.”
He had no idea. You will be dominating me tonight, Siberian. Why fight it?
“You’ve made your decision.” He strode out of my sight line. Back to the table of tools?
He returned with a large dildo made of steel. I’d seen those on the site that I’d ordered my own arsenal from, but they’d been pricey. “Do you want this, Natalie?”
It was almost as big as his dick. As wet and empty as I felt, I did crave it. But to have everyone out there see my penetration?
His eyes were challenging behind his roguish mask. “Drop the chain if you don’t want me to work this inside you—for their pleasure.”
He began chafing it between his palms, warming it for me. The sight of his dexterous hands and tattooed fingers working that steel phallus made my hips buck.
By the time he ran the head of it down my belly, the metal was hot to the touch, seeming to burn against my skin. He trailed it lower, past my navel, then through my small thatch of curls.
The tip briefly rolled over my tingling clit. When he fixed the head against my needy entrance, I forgot to breathe. There was no give to this dildo, total rigidity, and it looked as heavy as a hand weight.
Yet he meant for me to take it all?
He twisted the crown right at my soaked opening, as if he were screwing the huge thing into me. “Take this—I’m giving it to you.” He positioned himself so everyone could see him wedging the shining c**k inside me. “Or drop the chain.”
Embarrassment scalded me, as hot as the thing itself.
But as I scanned the crowd—I saw parted lips, captivated expressions, increased tempos—my shame morphed into . . . stimulation. Yet another stimulation.
Just as it had aroused me to bare myself to the camera in Sevastyan’s bedroom, this was turning me on beyond anything I’d imagined. As he used my wetness to force the dildo inside me, inch by stretching inch, I basked in their stares.
Sevastyan followed my gaze. “My little exhibitionist. They covet my woman almost more than I can bear.” He leaned in until his face was beside mine. “There’s a need in me—to destroy them for desiring what’s mine. Never forget that.”
His jealous possessiveness only made me wetter.
“I want this deep inside you, Natalya. Open and accept it.” I tried to relax my muscles, taking it, taking it. . . .
When the phallus slid into place, he pumped it a few times until I was nearly drooling around the chain. Then he fitted slim leather straps around my waist to lock the heavy thing within me. Once it was secured, he gave the base a decisive slap that made me—and others—moan. “Do you thank me for it?”
I nodded, adjusting my wrists and ankles in their bindings, readying for whatever was to come next.