Page 45 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

Evie’s muscles tensed with the effort of not giving in to what Natalya was doing to her.

“It’s what I know how to do. What I’m great at. And the crowd, it… it makes me happy. It makes me feel confident.”

“Does it make you feel beautiful?”

The question distracted in a different way. One that pulled her from the present.

“It makes me forget everything.”

There was a small pause before Natalya turned away from the crowd, looking into Evie’s eyes.

“Does it make you feel in control?”

Evie swallowed at the intensity in her gaze.

It pulled her right back into the moment.

She still hadn’t gotten used to just how gorgeous Natalya was.

Especially when she looked like this. Violet eyes shining and wanting, smiling with delight, her figure poised. Evie was a flustered mess next to her.

“Yes. It does.”

“Do you like being in control?” Natalya pressed her hand against Evie’s pussy, pushing her back against the railing. “On the stage, I mean.”

Evie’s mouth was drier than a desert. Her legs could give out any minute, and Natalya was still circling her so delightfully it pulled almost all her attention away from the conversation.

“On the stage, yeah.” Evie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. It didn’t help in the slightest.

“What about other times?” Natalya flicked her fingers over her clit, drawing out a startled moan. “Do you like being in control then?”

“Not always,” Evie gasped out. “Not with you.”

There was nothing but truth to the words. Before Natalya and the Courts, having sex had been a task. A fun enough task, but still a task. She’d been expected to take a degree of command she wasn’t comfortable with. She’d been expected to catch others while never really being caught herself.

Her girlfriends had always noticed. Evie often became distant during or after sex, but the vulnerability of voicing how she felt kept her from sharing.

When her partners asked if something was wrong, she said she was fine.

When they asked if it had been fun for her, she said it was good.

Neither answer was a lie. They just weren’t entirely true, either.

But Natalya had taken those words, finding seemingly great delight in stripping away Evie’s defenses until she knew exactly how to make her quiver.

“I can tell you enjoy giving up control,” Natalya said. “You like submitting to me. You like letting me do what I want with you. You like being punished .”

Natalya flicked over her again, and Evie winced.

“I do like it,” Evie said. “I like it a lot.”

Natalya made a contemplative sound. A considering noise that felt like a warning. It was confirmed as such when bright pleasure surged through her from Natalya’s fingers, making Evie’s body jerk in shock at the delightful touch. She moaned loudly at the suddenness of it.

“You’re forgetting what I like to be called, darling,” Natalya said calmly. “Is something making you forget your manners?”

Her fingers were moving faster now. Circling tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Evie was no longer just breathing heavily. She was fully gasping.

“It’s… hard… Mistress.” Evie said the words between shaking breaths. When the intensity of Natalya’s touch didn’t let up, she started moaning.

“Is it hard not to come?”

“Yes!” Evie yelled. If it wasn’t for the blaring music, several people would have probably heard her.

“Do you want to?” Natalya grinned at her. “Are you getting close?”

She had been close for a while. She had a feeling Natalya was well aware of that.

“I’m close.” Evie gasped out the words. The muscles in her legs were tensing against the need to fall apart from Natalya’s touch. A bead of sweat ran down the inside of her thigh. “I’m so close. Please let me.”

“Please let you do what?” Natalya said quietly. Even in the loud club, Evie had no trouble hearing her. She had never been as attentive to a sound in her life as she was to Natalya’s voice.

“Please let me come. Please. I can’t take it. I want to come. Mistress, please.”

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned I’m not someone you should try to manipulate?”

“Yes! I understand!” Evie didn’t care if anyone could hear her anymore. She just wanted to let go. But Natalya wouldn’t let her. She drew her hand out of Evie’s shorts, and the lack of stimulation made Evie gasp out loud.

“Such desperation in you.” Natalya brought her fingers to Evie’s mouth—the ones that had just been circling her clit. She could smell herself on Natalya’s hand. “I want you to taste how desperate you are.”

The frustration that coursed through her body when Natalya stopped touching her burned away at those words. Natalya looked at her with bright violet eyes that glowed like lights in the dark clubroom. And her fingers, slightly wet, pressed against Evie’s lip.

There was embarrassment at play here. The location, the crowd, and now this. Natalya was pushing her. Making her flush. She was turning her on so much none of it mattered at all.

She opened her mouth, letting Natalya ease her fingers inside. Evie tasted herself on her tongue, and it spurred her on even more. She licked over Natalya’s fingers, sucking on them and tasting herself on her skin.

“Not only are you desperate, darling. You’re eager too. A truly delightful combination.” Natalya drew out her fingers. “Go stand by the couch, facing away.”

Obeying, Evie moved to stand by the dark couches of the Royal Lounge.

She was out of sight of the clubgoers below.

They wouldn’t be able to see her. The thought made her relax until she heard Natalya moving around.

There was a sound of a chest opening and closing, and then she sensed Natalya standing behind her.

“You did very well, darling.” The words blew air against Evie’s ear. “Do you trust me?”

She hesitated only a second before nodding. “Yes. I trust you.”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Natalya was still standing right behind her. Warm, strong, and safe . Even with the nervousness Evie felt at what was going to happen, she felt that most of all. Safe. Protected.

She put her arms back, and Natalya put something soft and tight around her wrists. Something made of leather. When she was done, she took Evie’s hands and held them in front of her. Natalya had put leather cuffs with steel rings on her wrists.

“Since Aleksander met Lily, he’s made contingencies for the Royal Lounge,” Natalya said. “It’s meant for privacy. Part of that privacy means I can make you submit in countless different ways. Like with these.”

Natalya ran her fingers over the cuffs. “Is that something you want, darling?”

The night after the argument in the Second Circle, Natalya had bound her too, but that was different. Her hands hadn’t really been tied. It only felt like it. With these cuffs, she’d actually be restrained.

Just like it had that night, the thought excited her much more than it scared her. A big part of why was Natalya’s voice in her ear, asking her if she wanted it. A strange calm washed over her at the words.

“Yes, please. I want it, Mistress.”

Natalya let out a sigh and lightly kissed her neck. It left a flutter of feeling in its wake, reverberating through Evie like a breeze of serenity.

Pulling her hands behind her back again, Natalya affixed a short chain to the cuffs. She pulled on them, letting Evie know just how little she could move her arms, before moving away. She picked up a pillow from the couch, throwing it on the floor.

“Kneel.”

Feeling only the slightest degree of trepidation, Evie did as instructed. Getting on her knees was tricky, with her hands tied behind her back, but she managed it. She moved slowly, aware that Natalya was watching her. There was a rustle of fabric behind her, then a low laugh.

“You’re moving slowly for my benefit. Aren’t you?” Natalya moved up, running a hand through Evie’s hair. “Giving me a show. How sweet of you.”

“I want to please you, Mistress.”

“I know you do.” She sat down on the couch right in front of Evie. She’d taken off her heels. “I can see it in your eyes. Just as I can see the frustration that you haven’t been allowed to come yet.”

The tenseness Evie felt at that had dissipated some, but not entirely. No longer distracted by Natalya’s fingers pushing into her mouth, she could feel the throbbing heat between her legs that was—indeed—frustrating.

“You said you learned your lesson. Here’s hoping it sticks.” Natalya smiled teasingly. Like she was daring Evie to forget that lesson at some point in the future. “Now I want to have some real fun with you.”

Natalya ran her foot up the inside of Evie’s thigh, and the touch of her skin was like pleasurable fire. Vibrations filled with delight. Evie’s breathing hitched when Natalya’s foot reached the edge of her shorts.

She was so close. Her infernally perfect touch was right there, with just a bit of fabric in the way. And kneeling on the pillow, with her arms behind her back, Evie couldn’t do anything about it.

“Tell me, darling.” Natalya leaned down, getting her face right by Evie’s. “What do you want to have happen right now?”

“I want to come, Mistress,” Evie said. Natalya was still running her foot over Evie’s skin. It made it hard to speak without panting. “I want to come, please. And I want to make you come.”

Natalya chuckled quietly. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

She kissed Evie so gently it was barely there. It had an effect regardless. It caused tremors of pleasure to rush through her so fast she gasped in surprise. And then moaned when Natalya deepened the kiss.

The touch was flame. Passionate, beautiful flame. Evie leaned against her, wanting more of her perfect kiss. More of her perfect mouth.

“You can come now, darling,” Natalya said. “You can come as many times as you like. And while you do, I want you to make me come too.”