Page 44 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

Natalya enjoyed feeling Evie tremble. Feeling her breath turn uneven, hearing it shudder out past her lips. Making her sweat.

Telling her she’d been bad summoned all those things in her with such swiftness, Natalya was disappointed in herself that she hadn’t noticed this shortcut of Evie’s before.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls ?” Natalya pressed her fingers into Evie’s skin, making a pleasurable zap go through her body. It made Evie jerk in response. Then it made her sigh as the pleasure didn’t lessen. “ Bad girls get punished.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Evie’s voice was uneven with desire and nervousness, but Natalya noticed the tenseness there too. Something beyond anxiousness. “How will you punish me?”

Though their times together had been frequent and ecstatic, they hadn’t explored this aspect of Natalya’s dominating nature much.

Though Evie’s excited reaction to being called a bad girl would have been evident to anyone, her fear of what might come after was hidden enough that it would be hard to notice.

It wasn’t hard for Natalya. And she knew how to alleviate it.

“Showing off your neediness would be an efficient reminder not to let it guide your tongue like that again.” Natalya nipped at Evie’s earlobe, making her gasp. “No pain. No hurting. I just want to see that beautiful face of yours flush with embarrassment.”

Hearing there would be no pain made Evie relax a little. But just a little.

“Go to the railing, darling. Face the crowd.”

Evie obeyed with only slight hesitation, walking to and putting her hands on the railing. They were trembling a little. More with excitement than with nervousness. Natalya followed her, keeping herself right behind Evie and her mouth near her ear.

Below, the nightclub goers were contorting to the beat of the music. Standing at the edge of the Royal Lounge platform, everyone could easily see them.

Natalya could see the stages with the poles she’d gotten installed. The bar where Blake, Sam, and Drago were still sitting—not looking at them. But they could. They easily could. Natalya let Evie come to that realization on her own—hearing her breath hitch—before she did anything else.

Slowly, she ran her fingers over Evie’s back. Over her green top that matched her beautiful eyes. She wore the color often, suggesting it might be a favorite of hers. Something Natalya had once thought she’d lost.

She lowered her hand to trail the bottom of Evie’s shorts. Over her leg first, then her ass, then up to tease along the inside of the hem.

”Your punishment will be simple,” Natalya said. “Don’t come. No matter what I do to you. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Is that understood?”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“There are a lot of eyes on you.” Natalya eased her fingers further down, tugging on the edge of Evie’s panties. “Would you like them to watch as you get punished?”

Evie’s face went bright scarlet. She started to turn around, but Natalya grabbed her by the hair and held her tightly in place.

“Answer me, darling.”

“No. Please.” Evie was breathing heavier now. “I don’t want them to see. Please, don’t let them see.”

“What will you do to keep that from happening?”

Natalya had always enjoyed bargaining. Submissives were keen on digging their own graves. And though Evie could stop this with a single word, Natalya knew she wouldn’t. She was made much too excited by this.

“Anything,” Evie said.

A perfect response. For Natalya. It made her a little regretful that she actually had somewhere to be.

With a response like that, she could’ve had fun with Evie for hours.

She could make her writhe, moan, and shiver.

It would be so easy. And all the while, she’d whisper in Evie’s ear that she asked for this.

She said she’d let Natalya do anything .

“Turn around,” Natalya said instead. “And hold on to the railing.”

Evie turned to face Natalya, her hands reaching back to grasp the railing tightly. Her large green eyes were filled with trepidation at what was about to happen.

Natalya moved next to her, leaning one hand against the railing and looking down at the crowd. She feigned a disinterest that would be convincing at a distance but which wasn’t believable up close. Up close, she looked much too satisfied.

With her eyes still on the crowd below, Natalya undid the button on Evie’s shorts. She pulled down the zipper, moving slowly. All the while, she didn’t quite look at Evie.

From below, it looked like they were just engaged in regular conversation. At least, as long as Evie was turned away from the floor. Her face was bright red, and her mouth fell open when Natalya eased her hand into her panties.

“You want this, Evie.” Natalya ran two fingers over her. She was so wet they moved with ease. Evie stiffened but then relaxed. Natalya was holding back her touch, so there was no otherworldly pleasure roiling through her. Just the regular kind.

“Getting punished has an effect on you.” She pressed her fingers against Evie’s clit. The touch was sudden and brief. Evie tightened her grip on the railing. “Does it excite you, darling?”

“Yes. It excites me.” Evie swallowed, trying to maintain her composure. “It excites me a lot, Mistress.”

“Do you remember your instructions?” She started circling Evie’s clit with the question.

“I’m not allowed to come. Not until you… Not until you say.”

“Correct. I’m keen on manners, as you should know.

To remind you, we’re going to have a little talk.

And if at any point I think you’re not engaging as I’d like…

” Natalya increased the influence of her touch, producing sharp sensitivity and sending a flurry of pleasure through Evie’s body.

Evie gasped. “… I’ll make things a bit more intense.

Make sure you’re really paying attention. Is that clear?”

Evie took a deep breath, holding it in a second before releasing it slowly as the power of Natalya’s touch waned.

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear.”

Natalya circled her fingers a little tighter around Evie’s clit. Not harder. Not faster. Just tighter . Evie clutched the railing.

“I only caught a glimpse of your performance down below, but it was effective. That was quite the show you gave. It made me excited too.”

Evie’s face went red at the words. Natalya had noticed Evie was keen on pleasing her. She often begged to do it. Natalya often indulged her. How could she not when Evie’s mouth seemed like it was made for the purpose of giving her pleasure?

Natalya leaned in closer, still looking down at the crowd. “How does it make you feel? Knowing you’ve made me excited?”

“Good,” Evie managed.

“I want more than that.” Natalya flicked over her clit, once. “I want details.”

“It… It…” Evie’s voice stammered out, then drifted off entirely. Natalya sighed in mock disappointment.

“Oh, darling. Impertinence won’t do when you’re being punished like this.

” She increased the intensity of her touch, all the while slowly circling Evie’s clit.

Evie whined at the sensation. “Does it make you hot, darling? To know that I want you? Does it make your body ache, imagining what I might do to you?”

Evie nodded desperately. “Yes. It does. It really does.”

“I have to pull these answers out of you. Are you acting difficult on purpose?”

“No. It just—” She was cut off when Natalya flicked over her clit, making her whimper.

“You’re distracted, darling. Unfortunate. Because I have more questions for you.”

Natalya’s touch was startlingly effective, but Evie already knew that from experience. Except those other times, it had been overwhelmingly wonderful. Now it was just overwhelmingly torturous.

It was like the time in the dance studio when Evie had asked Natalya to be upset with her.

Then it had been horribly delightful too, except her task then was to beg.

A simple thing to do when Natalya could imbue such excellent pleasure in you that there was little else you could do other than beg . This was worse. So much worse.

“You look beautiful when you dance.” Natalya leaned in close enough that she was almost speaking into Evie’s ear. Like she was telling her a secret. “You look gorgeous. At ease. Like you’re above the world. How does it feel to dance like that, darling?”

Evie couldn’t focus on answering. Each stroke over her clit sent sparking lightning of pleasure through her body, and it pulled all her focus. It made her breathing catch every time Natalya trailed over her most sensitive spot, sending surges of wild pleasure through her.

Her touch was so light. It shouldn’t have this effect. From any other creature, it wouldn’t have. Only Natalya could brush a featherlight finger over your skin and make you fall apart into a groaning mess from it.

Natalya flicked hard over her clit.

“I asked you a question. Answer me.”

Evie was panting now. But staying silent wasn’t an option. “Good. Dancing feels good.”

Natalya let out a low snarl, increasing the intensity further. Evie gasped loudly, and the exhale of air that followed came out like a ragged, surprised moan.

“Be specific,” Natalya said sternly. “I don’t want to hear the word ‘good’ leave your lips again.”

The questions were horrible. Not because they would be too difficult under normal circumstances but because they required focus to answer. Focus Evie didn’t have.

Asking her how she felt about anything was a task on its own. Other than the standard responses of ‘fine’ or ‘good,’ Evie didn’t have much of a reply arsenal for those kinds of questions. It meant she had to think. And thinking was cursedly difficult when Natalya was touching her like she was.

But she had to answer. If she didn’t, Natalya would make her touch more maddening, and then it would be all but impossible to follow the instructions of this punishment Natalya had designed for her.

“I love dancing,” Evie said finally. “It’s like the world doesn’t exist beyond me and the music.”

“What else?”