Page 65 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

“I need to make your number match mine.” Natalya removed the butterfly from Evie’s underwear and the pillow from between her legs. But then her hand returned, easing into her panties.

Natalya’s eyes were bright violet, her smile taunting and delighted, even as Evie looked at her with eyes made wide from anxiousness. She would have shaken her head, but Natalya still held onto her chin, her grip firm and strong.

“I’ll take that kiss now. When you can’t do anything about it. When you can’t try to make me do things to you. When you’re drooling all over yourself.”

Evie still had the gag ball in her mouth. It was soaked, and her lips were covered in saliva. She figured it was all over her chin too. She’d felt it drip onto her thighs.

“I know you’re not ready, darling. I know you’re overwhelmed.

” Natalya leaned in, lips so near, at the same time as her hand slid further into Evie’s panties.

Two fingers hovered around her entrance, teasing, and then entered.

They slid in easily. There was no sensation other than her soft, warm skin.

Evie knew it wouldn’t last. She whined, knowing what was coming. Knowing she was powerless to stop it.

“I suggest you give in quickly,” Natalya said. “I suggest you scream. I’ll keep going until you do.”

Natalya pressed her tongue against the gag ball. The movement pushed it further into Evie’s mouth. Her lips were so close. They were almost touching Evie’s.

Evie couldn’t think. Even without the gag ball, she wouldn’t have been able to speak. She could just stare at Natalya, willing herself to look as pleading as she felt, and beg with her eyes.

Please. Please kiss me, Mistress.

Natalya kissed the gag ball. She chuckled, letting the tension build.

Then the touch from Natalya’s fingers inside her turned blazing with delight, and Evie screamed .

Bright waves of suffocating pleasure rolled through her from where Natalya’s fingers pushed inside her. Natalya started curling them rhythmically, slowly , drawing out a muffled scream every time she did so.

She kept her mouth near Evie’s. Kept her lips so close, occasionally kissing the silicone gag ball. Licking it. So close to touching. So near her lips. She moved her other hand from Evie’s chin to fist her hair.

“Come for me, darling.” Her bright violet eyes drilled into Evie’s. It was an order. It was not a request.

Not that Evie could’ve refused.

She convulsed around Natalya’s fingers, screaming against the torrent of sensation rushing through her.

It went everywhere . It soared through her stomach and thighs, into her chest and arms. The vibrator had given her intense pleasure, even if it was unnaturally agonizing.

It shouldn’t have been that effective, and only was so because Natalya was nearby.

Clearly, just her presence was enough to skyrocket any sensation into truly harrowing heights.

It had been overwhelming before. It was nothing compared to this.

Natalya’s touch was pleasure incarnate. It was intensity, it was calm. It was bliss, and it was agony. Evie felt all of it right then. All of the possible sensations, but highest of all, she felt the sinful pleasure of Natalya’s being rushing through her like a soul-destroying storm.

It was delightful torment. It was agonizing euphoria. It was hellish. It was divine. How heavenly it was to be fucked by a demon.

Evie screamed as she came, and barely was she given respite before Natalya leaned down and sucked on her bottom lip. It sent fresh pleasure through her, the additional, wild stimulation connecting with the sensation being produced by Natalya’s fingers inside her.

Quivering, constant, overwhelming. Dominating. And she just had to take it.

Oh, she loved that she had to take it. Loved the passion and the excessiveness of it. Loved to feel Natalya against her like this.

Natalya’s fingers curled, and pleasure surged through her. Natalya moaned against her mouth, sucking at her wet, swollen lip, and the auditory element spiked Evie’s desire.

She came again. Screamed again.

“You’re taking your punishment so well, darling.” Natalya’s eyes cascaded violet light onto Evie’s face. It illuminated the room, giving it a purple tint. “Just one more, and you’re done. You can do it. You can take one more.”

This delightfulness would be the end of her. Stopping it was necessary. Evie feared her heart would explode otherwise.

She moaned against the gag ball. The moan might have been a word. It might have been ‘please.’ She had no idea. It was too much, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another.

It didn’t matter if she could. She was going to. She hadn’t kept count properly.

“Again, Evie.” Natalya nipped at Evie’s lip with her teeth. Her thumb slid up to brush over her beyond-sensitive clit. “Again.”

Evie unraveled. She shivered, and right then, she didn’t scream. She couldn’t. Her head fell back and her vision blurred as intense pleasure rolled through her, made all the more maddening by the hour of torture Natalya had just put her through.

Her body started spasming. Her hips twitched and jerked. Her toes curled, and her hands grabbed for the rope and clung tightly as Natalya—greater Lust fiend and ruiner of mortals—broke her into blissful little pieces.

“Beautiful.” Natalya softly kissed her lips, pressing around the gag ball still in Evie’s mouth. She was still salivating. Neither of them cared. “It’s over. You took your punishment. I’m proud of you, darling.”

Natalya slowly withdrew from her. Her fingers in Evie’s hair were gentle now. Soft and calming. Combined with the praise in her words, it made Evie feel like she was floating. Like she was weightless.

It made her feel happy.