Page 102 of Kiss of Seduction

“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 inthe 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, andsafe. 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’treallybeen 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.