Page 45 of Shadow Waltz

The third, fierce and defiant, tried to keep still, but I broke him with a kiss—hard, punishing, relentless. When I pulled back, his mouth was swollen, eyes blown wide with want.

I ran my fingers through their hair, tilting their heads back, commanding them with a glance. “You belong to me tonight,” I said, voice rough. “And you’ll remember who made you feel this alive.”

They moaned in unison, breathless, desperate.

I let the sounds echo, the sharp need in the air swelling and breaking around me, fueling my own hunger and sharpening every movement. This was a room of men undone, and all of it was mine—every ragged breath, every drop of sweat, every dark glance flickering between bodies.

I turned back to Rajesh. He was still on the chair, legs splayed, boxers already damp with pre-come, his hands gripping the arms so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His chestheaved, gold chain glinting against brown skin, belly quivering as he fought not to touch me.

I prowled toward him on bare feet, leaving the kneeling guards to watch—hungry, ruined, owned by anticipation. I wanted them to see it. I wanted Luka to see it, too, wherever he was behind the glass. I wanted them all to know who was in charge.

I stopped between Rajesh’s legs and knelt, my shirt still hanging open, sweat trailing down my neck. I let my hands run up his thick thighs, pushing them farther apart, owning the space between. He shivered, breath catching, boxers stretched tight over the thick line of his cock.

I pressed my face into the heat of him, rubbing my cheek and nose along the bulge, inhaling deeply. The scent of him flooded my senses, thick and intoxicating. I licked a slow, deliberate line along the damp cotton, feeling him twitch and gasp, his hips bucking ever so slightly.

I dragged my tongue up the length of him, lips mouthing at the fabric, soaking it through, letting him feel every swirl, every pause. I nuzzled the head of his cock through the boxers, nose pressed deep, breathing him in as if I needed it to survive. I could feel the tension thrumming through him—every muscle tensed, every heartbeat visible in the pulse at his throat.

He moaned, one hand flying to my hair, desperate for more, for any scrap of contact. I caught his wrist and pinned it to the chair, never breaking rhythm, never breaking eye contact. “Not yet,” I warned, voice muffled by cotton and want. “You don’t get to rush this.”

The guards watched, eyes wide, hands hovering over their own aching cocks. One of them whimpered, hips rocking against nothing, the outline of his erection straining his underwear.

I looked up at Rajesh, smirking, and bit down gently on the head of his cock through the fabric. He groaned, hips jerking.I let my tongue swirl in slow, taunting circles, then pulled back just enough to hook my fingers in the waistband.

“Take a deep breath,” I whispered, more command than comfort, and began to slide his boxers down. Inch by inch, the damp cotton peeled away from his skin, sticking where sweat and want had soaked through. I freed his cock—thick, heavy, flushed deep brown—and let the waistband settle at his thighs.

For a moment, I just looked at him—hungry, exposed, eyes blown wide with disbelief and need. I wrapped a hand around the base, feeling the weight of him, the heat, the power of being the one who decided what happened next.

I leaned in and pressed a slow, wet kiss to the tip, tasting the salty slickness of him. Rajesh’s whole body shuddered. I licked down the shaft, tongue tracing the thick vein, worshipful and cruel all at once. I let the head rest against my lips, teasing, tasting, drawing out the moment until his breaths turned to ragged gasps.

The guards’ attention was glued to us, their own desire on full display. One had a hand inside his underwear, stroking slow and desperate, eyes glazed over with lust and envy.

I took Rajesh deeper, inch by inch, letting the head of his cock press against the back of my throat, swallowing around him. He cried out, hips bucking, only to be stopped by my hands clamped tight to his thighs. I pulled back, sucking hard, then plunged down again, fucking him with my mouth, setting a rhythm as deliberate and merciless as the games I played with their hearts.

Rajesh was lost, babbling my name, sobbing for release, head thrown back, sweat rolling down his chest. I hollowed my cheeks, tongue swirling, hands pressing him down when he tried to thrust. He begged, voice cracking—“Please, Ash, please, don’t stop—God, I?—”

I pulled off with a wicked grin, spit and pre-come stringing from my lips. “You don’t get to come until I say,” I whispered, and licked him from root to tip again.

I glanced at the guards, eyes narrowing. “If any of you touch yourselves without my permission, I’ll leave you aching. Understood?”

They nodded, breathless, hands jerking away from their own cocks as if burned.

I focused back on Rajesh, worshipping him with my mouth—sucking, licking, tasting, using every trick I knew to make him fall apart. I alternated fast and slow, pulling back to kiss the head, to lick down the length, to let him see my hunger and my mastery.

Rajesh moaned, voice raw. “Ash, please?—”

I pressed a finger to his lips. “Beg me better.”

“Please, please, let me come—please, Ash, let me—need you?—”

I sucked him deep, humming around his cock, feeling him tense, holding him at the edge of release. I let go, just for a moment, and licked his balls, gentle, teasing, making him sob. The guards whimpered, their own desire now a visible stain on their underwear, bodies trembling, straining for any release.

I took Rajesh back into my mouth, bobbing my head, sucking hard, feeling him swell and tremble. He was right at the edge, begging, broken, promising anything I wanted.

I let him tip over, swallowing every pulse, never letting him go until he sagged back, spent and ruined, gasping for air. I pulled back, licking my lips, letting him see my satisfaction.

I stood, turning to the guards, my body humming with power. “You want this?” I asked, voice dark and dangerous.

They nodded, breathless, cocks straining, precum staining their boxers.