Page 36 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

“I understand.”

“As long as you stay in this position, you’re mine to do with as I please. To please as I please.” Natalya straddled her again, and the wonderful warmth Evie felt from being in contact with her skin made a sigh escape her lips. “Is that something you want?”

Natalya’s body against hers, the sensation of silk digging into her skin, that commanding voice. Evie did her best to not sound desperate as she spoke.

“I want it, Mistress.”

Her voice didn’t sound desperate. It sounded pleading .

Keeping eye contact, Natalya eased back so she could trail her fingers over Evie’s pussy. The touch generated fluttering pleasure in its wake, ending with a sharp flash of delight as Natalya's fingers flicked over her clit.

The touch confirmed Evie’s suspicion. She was utterly drenched.

“I know you do. I can tell.” Natalya slowly licked her fingers clean, and Evie’s heart plummeted into her stomach. By how she chuckled, it seemed Natalya was enjoying Evie’s shocked expression as much as her being turned on.

“Now… for starters,” Natalya said. “Give me a number between one and twenty.”

Evie frowned. “Huh?”

Natalya was trying way too hard to look innocent. “One and twenty, darling. Any number. Whichever one you’d like.”

Answering with any number felt like inviting doom. Should she go high or low? Which one was riskiest?

“Ehh… nine?”

“Nine?” Natalya’s smile was filled with satisfaction. She ran her hands over Evie’s breasts. “I can work with that. For now.”

She bent down, putting a nipple in her mouth and sucking on it, and it summoned fire made of pure pleasure.

Evie clutched the silk scarves as Natalya sent waves of euphoria through her body, the effect so wonderful it made Evie open her mouth in a breathless moan that then turned into a deep, rattling sigh.

This wasn’t just a natural pleasure. It was a summoned delight, one of sin and flames. She could push against it if she wanted to. She could make it stop.

The thought was quickly discarded.

Natalya’s hands massaged Evie’s breasts as her tongue swirled around a nipple. She sucked at it, nipped at it with her teeth. Repeated the treatment several times.

Each time it made Evie shake. Eventually, it made her moan. Louder and louder as Natalya continued to produce such otherworldly pleasure that Evie had to close her eyes.

Her breathing quickened, and her moans turned rapid, ending in a loud cry when Natalya pinched one nipple with her fingers at the same time as she nipped the other with her teeth. The touches sent surges of blissful electricity through her body.

And she didn’t let up. Natalya continued until the cries came out sharp and brief. Surges of pleasure rushing through her, from her chest into her stomach. To her thighs and between her legs.

Evie wanted to squeeze her legs together, but she couldn’t. Wanted to touch her clit, but her hands were clutching the loops. Just this wasn’t enough. She needed more. Natalya touching her breasts wouldn’t be enough stimulation.

Would it?

Natalya pinched her at the same time as she bit gently with her teeth, and this time she maintained the stimulation. She pressed and pinched, producing a bright explosion of shocking pleasure. Evie cried out, startled, and shook as she came with a quivering groan.

Evie had never had an orgasm just from someone playing with her breasts. But then again, Natalya wasn’t just someone.

“Beautiful,” Natalya murmured against her skin. “And so quick. I knew your breasts were sensitive, but you were so ready I barely had to do anything.”

“I haven’t… I’ve never…” Evie let her breathing calm before continuing. “I’ve never come just from that.”

“You came?” Natalya’s eyes were full of mischief. “What was the number you picked?”

Evie blinked, confused. “Nine.”

Natalya ran her tongue up between Evie’s breasts. She sighed with satisfaction. “Only eight left.”

Oh hell.

Fear was strange. It was an emotion that could make Natalya enraged. She hated seeing Evie afraid. She wanted to kill anyone who had ever scared or hurt her in any way.

But then Natalya saw her green eyes widen with frightened realization, and she appreciated fear a little more.

“Remember that you can stop this.” Natalya placed featherlight kisses over Evie’s chest, smiling when her grip around the silk scarves tightened.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

Dominating another in this manner invited fear in the one submitting. It required trust to feel that fear and then move past it. Evie was tied up. At Natalya’s mercy. Under her command and control. And she was there willingly. She wanted Natalya to continue.

Staying in a straddling position, Natalya sought up with her mouth. She licked over Evie’s freckled skin, tasting sweat, ending at the hollow of her throat. Her touch made Evie shiver and then moan when Natalya started playing with her breasts again.

“You are insatiable, aren’t you? What an appetite.” She nipped at Evie’s skin with her teeth. “Let’s see if you can handle what you asked for.”

Natalya hadn’t been holding back her touch before. To Evie, it was pleasurable, but the previous orgasm had mostly come from her being naturally sensitive and Natalya an expert at making others tick.

Now she dialed it up a notch.

Affecting the senses wasn’t difficult for her.

In fact, it came too naturally to the point where she was dangerous to most people.

All she needed was touch them or make eye contact, and a human would feel everything much keener than before.

It usually meant more pain. For Evie, right then, it meant more pleasure.

Evie cried out at the sudden ecstasy that rolled through her as Natalya made her touch more intense.

Her back arched, and her breath came out shuddering as Natalya pinched and pulled at her nipples, the normal pleasure she’d feel at the touch skyrocketing.

All the while, Natalya kept licking, nipping, and sucking at her skin.

The desire she produced in Evie was so pure it rushed through her like a drug. Evie’s bliss was hers. It produced life and pleasure both, and Natalya sighed at the sensation.

“What the fuuu- AAH …” The swear turned into a high-pitched whine as Natalya squeezed her knees around Evie’s hips. The touch would get her closer to the edge. And then over it. Evie came again with a shuddering moan.

“That was two,” Natalya teased, as Evie’s muscles spasmed and then relaxed. “With how you’re responding, I won’t even have to get creative for the rest.”

She moved up enough that Evie could see the violet glow in her eyes. Natalya opened her mouth, pushing back her human form in favor of selective fiendish traits. A long, forked tongue slithered out between her teeth.

“I want to have your mouth with this.”

Wearing her human visage, though not too dissimilar from her fiendish shape, meant she felt the world differently. Outside of fucking her, kissing Evie was the greatest thing Natalya had felt in over a century. She wanted to experience the infernal side of that pleasure.

Her tongue curled over her lips, scarlet and serpent-like. Evie looked apprehensive at the display. Then she nodded.

“I trust you. Do what you want.”

Natalya doubted Evie fully understood the effect of those words. She had heard people tell her to do what she wanted before. Heard it said desperately. Pleadingly. But never with such earnestness.

Natalya wanted to do horribly wonderful things to this woman.

She seized Evie’s chin, grinning madly. Her eyes cascaded violet light onto Evie’s face.

“Get ready for three and four.”

What the hell had Evie said yes to?

Natalya was still straddling her, her legs pressing in on Evie’s hips. Her fingers caressed her chest, generating jolts of pleasure, and her eyes were bright violet. Shining. She had always dulled them before. And now that forked demon tongue was back, and she wanted to put it in her mouth?

When Natalya leaned near her face, she did so at the same time as she pinched Evie’s nipple. It made Evie open her mouth in a gasp. It was her undoing.

Natalya’s tongue eased inside her, as flexible as a serpent. It felt odd for a second. Strange and foreign. Then Natalya’s lips followed, her fingers rolled over Evie’s nipples, and Evie no longer cared about anything.

It was like she was drinking desire as pure elation rushed through her. Fast, bright, and filling. Natalya’s tongue caressed hers, pressed on it. It made her mouth feel as restrained as the rest of her.

She started moaning as Natalya’s fingers rolled rhythmically over her nipples. Pulled at them gently. Squeezed her breasts.

Natalya chuckled against her lips, and Evie groaned against her mouth. Natalya withdrew briefly to whisper a word. “Three.”

Then she surged on her, demanding and overwhelming, and Evie moaned again. The sound was muffled by Natalya’s lips pressing against hers. Her tongue somehow felt like it was everywhere inside her. Blissful, commanding, and constraining.

This pleasure wasn’t normal. It was marvelous. It wasn’t natural. It was otherworldly. Giving in to it wasn’t a choice as much as an obvious consequence of being near it. What could she do against such a feeling other than fall apart again?

“Very good, darling,” Natalya said when the orgasm rolled through her. “You look like you’ve had enough. Too bad I’m not done with you.”

Natalya moved off her hips to straddle her thigh instead, pressing her knee between Evie’s legs like she’d done in the dance studio. Except, now, she was naked, and Evie could feel slickness on her skin.

Natalya was wet. For her. The realization made Evie’s heart thunder in her chest.

“Remember when I said I can only feel your emotions if I focus?” Natalya pressed her knee against her at the statement, making Evie groan.

“Strong emotion gets through whether I want it to or not.” She flashed her teeth, her eyes nearing all violet.

“I felt that, darling. I know how much you want this.”

How much I want you , Evie thought, but even if she had dared speak the words, she wouldn’t have been able to. Natalya’s tongue was in her mouth again, her knee pressing and grinding between her legs.

It was an odd feeling, being so spent from multiple orgasms without any of it having come from touching her clit or going inside her. She wasn’t oversensitive. Yet.

She had a feeling Natalya would change that.

As the grinding drew her close to coming again, Natalya moaned. A pure, primal sound filled with want. Evie would do anything to summon that noise again.

She almost removed her arms from the loops to wrap them around Natalya, but she kept them in place. As though it was a reward for her staying put, sudden pleasure spiked through her, making her gasp against Natalya’s mouth.

As she came again, Natalya bit at Evie’s lip. “Which one was that?”

“F-four…” Evie’s voice staggered out unevenly. Her mouth was sore, and her body was whirring.

“Only five left.” Natalya eased between Evie’s legs. “And those I want to taste.”

She dotted kisses along Evie’s stomach and hips, slowing when she got past her mound to trail them down between Evie’s legs. Not pressing. Just placing fluttering kisses.

Tied up with the scarves, Evie couldn’t do anything against the touch. She couldn’t ignore it. Persistent and constant. If she hadn’t already been soaked, the feeling would have gotten her there in no time at all.

Natalya stroked Evie’s thighs with her hands, then moved her fingers to Evie’s clit. As she started circling her gently, Evie tensed against the restraints, and her mouth fell open.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Natalya. Don’t stop.”

“That’s not what I’m called.” Natalya nipped at Evie’s inner thigh as though for emphasis. “Not while I have you like this.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Evie yelled. “Please. Mistress, please!”

Natalya’s hands on her body felt warmer than they had before. And then Natalya’s mouth was on her pussy, and her tongue entered her. It was swift and flexible. Blindness-inducing, as Evie’s eyes rolled back in her head.

She pulled against the silk scarves, arching up from the mattress. She was shaking. Quivering and convulsing. She came with a loud cry, unmuffled and drawn out.

“That was five,” Natalya said. “Here’s six.”

They were words barely registered. Natalya’s fingers and tongue touching her in unison was beyond ecstasy. It was the most perfect type of fire, rushing through her veins.

A minute passed—or was it only seconds?—before Evie trembled and cried out again.

“Seven.” Natalya sucked on her skin. Her nose pressed against her. Her tongue plunged inside her, curling, hot and tight. Evie gave in again.

“Eight.” Natalya withdrew her tongue and swirled around Evie’s clit. Her fingers went inside, beckoning. She increased the intensity of her touch. Evie yelled out, the sound ending in a whimper.

“Nine.” Natalya closed her lips around Evie’s clit, sucking rhythmically. Her fingers curled, feeling like a touch of pure heaven.

Evie would have found the thought ironic had she had the wherewithal to think. Right then, she could only whine out a long, weak moan of elation that made her entire body shake.