Savage Chains: Scarred (Men in Chains #1.6)(10)
Author: Caris Roane

Reyes, she whispered through his mind.

I can make you come like this, if you want me to.

It would be wrong on so many levels. Her h*ps flexed. But I’d love it.

You’re beautiful, Angelica. And these black stockings topped with faux leopard are turning me on.

Your lips are like heaven.

Despite the horror of the festival, he wanted this for Angelica; he wanted her to know pleasure. This much he could do for her.

He slid one hand beneath her to cover her mound and began kneading her, pushing against her, teasing her clitoris. She moaned.

Wanting better access, he drew back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He took his time taking her thong off, stroking her legs, then kissing her bottom in turns.

Reyes, my God, Reyes.

When her thong sat on the floor beside him he spread her legs wide and moved between. He ignored his own desire and made this all about her.

Using his tongue, he went to work while at the same time returning his hand to her mound and to the top of her clitoris.

But having his tongue deep inside her well and feeling her tight pulses brought his own need to a sharp, painful pinnacle.

He continued to drive his tongue into her and to massage her clitoris at the same time. She was gasping now, her face into the comforter.

Aloud, he spoke in a harsh voice. “You’ll come for me, slave; come now.”

Spank me, if you want.

I’m so tempted.

Do it, Reyes. It will help with the cover and, truthfully, I’d like it.

He lifted his hand and gave her a sharp crack on her bottom.

She cried out as if in pain. Reyes, oh, my God. Do it again.

Only if you protest.

“That hurts, master.”

“It’s meant to, slave.” He slapped her again, then went back to work using his tongue.

I’m so close.

Whenever you’re ready, Angelica.

She panted, and because of the chains he could feel that she was on the brink. Using his vampire abilities, he flicked in and out of her faster than a human could go. She moaned heavily; then suddenly she was screaming her orgasm. He kept working her until she settled back against the bed.

Reyes, that was wonderful. Thank you.

Even within his mind she sounded loose and well-used.

I’m going to issue some commands to help support what I’m doing, okay? Forgive me for the way this will sound.

No worries.

“All right, slave, you’re to stay in that position, your legs spread wide. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

He rose from his knees painfully aroused.

He drew a chair from beside the wall and moved to position it so that he appeared to be looking at her.

When he sat down he placed his feet on the insides of hers. I’m going to force you wider, but let me know if it hurts.

I’m good.

Slowly, he pushed her legs farther and farther apart. For a slave this would be a point of humiliation, but for him keeping Angelica in this position showed dominance.

How’s that?

Fine. Really, I’m fine.

We’re just going to stay like this for a while. I may touch you now and then, just for show. All I want you to do is to take a breath, to relax, before we continue on. With this much drinking going on, I think things will get worse before we’ll be able to leave.

You mean more like one orgy after another.

I’m afraid so. Again he repressed the need to apologize. If he didn’t hold back he’d be apologizing every other minute for what she’d have to endure.

Every once in a while he’d lean forward and caress her bottom or stroke her inner thighs, just for show. But he could tell by the chains that Angelica was finally relaxed.

Doing better?

Much. That was lovely, Reyes. Unexpected. I think I needed that.

I know what you mean. Of course the view of her, of where he wanted to be, wasn’t helping his own situation, but he’d been well-trained and toughed it out.

Do I have permission to turn over now?

Sure, but it will mean that in a few minutes we’re going to leave this room.

He released her legs, and drawing them together, she rolled onto her side and met his gaze. Can I do something for you? she sent.

He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them he shook his head. Not right now. I won’t lie and say I don’t want you, because I’ve been in pain since we put these chains on. And I really appreciate the offer. But I have too much rage right now. Can’t explain it.

And you don’t have to. I get it. Her eyes welled with tears. Fitch is going to hurt that woman, isn’t he?

Yes. Badly. He’s an abuser, as most of these ass**les are. They’ve given it a polite “Starlin” gloss, and built a lifestyle around it, pretending it’s something that it’s not. Some of them even believe that when slaves scream in pain it’s merely because they’re so emotionally connected to the ones who torture them, that everything is an act of love.

She rolled slightly to lean her head against the comforter. There ought to be a stronger word than perversion to describe these people. After releasing a deep sigh she added, I think I’m ready to leave now.

Good, and the sooner we get through this the sooner I can take you home. He rose up. “On your feet, slave.”

She put her thong back on, then her shoes. Where are we headed to next?

Engles’s place.

She sighed. Oh, goodie.

Once more Reyes had to repress his amusement, but he loved that she’d lightened the mood yet again.

Chapter Three

Angelica made the trek to what would be Engles’s mansion in the platform stilettos and continued to focus Reyes’s healing energy onto her achy toes and now tight arches. At least the stone path was smooth.

Because drunkenness was becoming an increasing problem, Reyes finally gave up trying to sustain a submissive distance and held her close to his side and well away from the foot traffic.

She still couldn’t believe that just a little while ago Reyes had worked her body and brought her to such a perfect, thrilling orgasm. She didn’t even know why she’d allowed it, except that his touch felt so good and maybe in large part because the whole time his own sexual need and desire had vibrated the chain around her neck in strong pulses. She’d been able to sense how aroused he was, and that’s what had taken her the distance and made what should have been an impossible thing very possible.

And his tongue. She’d never experienced anything like that before. Wicked.

Where have your thoughts gone?

Nowhere.

That’s not what I’m getting.

She didn’t know why she tried to pretend. The chains wouldn’t allow her to conceal that merely thinking about what he’d done had worked her up all over again. She’d desired him from the beginning and she’d known that the blood-chains would enhance what was there, but she hadn’t expected to be catapulted into an almost chronic state of arousal.