Sweet Desire (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 2) (9 page)

“Yes.” I felt his hand at the back of my neck, moving my hair away, and I bowed my head the way they’d taught me in school.

“Do you accept this collar, Violet Morningside, and willingly bind yourself to me as my submissive?”

My heart beat wildly as I whispered, “I do.”

Cool metal slid around my neck, then fastened at the back. The sensation was shocking at first, but it soon warmed to my body. Nicholas took his time fastening it, turning a small screw that locked it. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “There’s no turning back now.”

As his lips trailed along my flesh, all I wanted to do was turn around and throw him down on the bed. It wasn’t something I felt often, but there were times…

How ironic, after he’s just collared me.

But it was Nicholas who took control, as always, pulling me back against him and running his hands down my sides. “This dress,” he growled into my neck, “is certainly something. What would you have done if someone tried to touch you like this?”

“Well, I guess I would have…” My voice trailed off as his palms brushed over the front of the dress and my nipples hardened at the contact. I moaned and leaned back against him.

“You would have been screwed,” he said, “in more ways than one. Let me show you.” He pulled me to my feet and turned me around so I was facing the bed. “Bend over and put your hands on the mattress,” he commanded.

I did so, turning my head to peek over my shoulder.

“Spread your legs for me.” There was something in his eyes that told me I was in for one hell of a night as I stepped my feet apart.

In that position I felt vulnerable. That feeling only grew as he drew my dress up along my legs and over my backside, exposing me. His hands found my bottom and rubbed along it. It felt perfectly natural to arch my back and push into his touch. Already, I was damp with arousal, the wetness seeping through my panties. His fingers brushed over them and I gasped at the contact.

“What a naughty girl you’ve been, coming here against my command.”

“Now you’re telling me you want my help,” I answered.

He gave my bottom a warning tap. “I do, but there’s only one man whose cock belongs in you, and that’s mine.” His hand drifted down along my panties again, tracing that middle crease from back to front. “This,” he said as he brushed his fingers over my vagina, “is mine. It belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve accepted my collar. It’s time you learned to say ‘yes Master’.”

Swallowing my nervousness, I said, “Yes, Master.” What a thrill it was to say those words at last, to do what the school had trained me to do.

“Good girl. You are such a sweet little submissive, aren’t you? You will do everything I tell you.” His fingers drifted over the backs of my stockings, plucked teasingly at the garters, then moved back up to my panties. “Everything I tell you,” he repeated in a whisper. “And when you don’t, I will find ways to punish you.”

My body shuddered when he said those words to me. Nicholas was a very different person from the angry, hateful man I’d met months ago. It gave me pleasure to know I had wrought that change in him – helped make him whole and feeling again, and fulfilled by his role in our relationship.

As if he read my mind, he leaned close to bite at my shoulder and murmur, “I would still be lost if not for you, Violet. Don’t you ever forget that you saved me from myself, understand?”

I nodded, my breath hitching when his fingers burrowed beneath my panties, delving under the silky fabric to find my drenched slit. One finger ran lazily along it, up and down, and up again, spreading the wetness along my flesh, and I shuddered at his touch.

“That’s a good girl,” Nicholas said, his breath hot on my ear. “You want me, that’s obvious. Now let’s see if I can make my submissive beg for my cock.”

The rawness of his language elicited a gasp from me and color heated my cheeks. Despite my discomfiture, his deft fingers continued to stroke me. I think he took some pleasure in finding ways to affront my modesty and make me blush, because his erection pressed against my backside only a moment later. My body quivered at his warm, insistent touch. His fingers passed over my entrance again, taking up the moisture that had collected there and swirling it around my clit.

A low moan escaped my lips and I gripped the blankets on the bed. The floor muffled the riotous laughter and seductive music from downstairs, but I was still well aware of where we were – among our enemies. Still, the delightful torment continued, stoking my need for something to fill me. Preferably the throbbing member he had just released from the confines of his pants, as its hot length burned against my bottom like a brand every time he moved.

His other hand pressed into the small of my back. “You know your place, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes Master,” I whispered.

“Show me.”

He stepped back, the warmth of his body now gone from mine. It took a moment to reorient myself and then I turned to him. Though he tried to look impassive – cold, even – there was a hint of a smirk on his face and his eyes were glazed with lust. There was only reaction to his demand that felt right to me, one that St. Eden’s had taught me, one that Nicholas expected.

Once again, I knelt before him.

Only this time, rather than bow my head, I looked up at him with wide eyes. I was sure my own desire was naked to him in my expression, but I didn’t care. There were some things I was shy about and some things I could not help but show.

“Oh gods,” he said with a sigh. “The things I want to do to you, my sweet little Violet…” He stepped up to me and the smooth head of his cock brushed over my lips, leaving a thin trail of salty fluid. I tasted it, still watching him, then grasped him and guided his firm shaft into my mouth. His next intake of breath made me smile before I took him in, inch by inch, lapping at him with my tongue. When he pressed against the back of my throat, I took a moment to adjust to his size, and then withdrew him a bit.

As if he could not wait, Nicholas placed his hands on either side of my head and urged his cock back into my mouth. “I’ve missed that feeling,” he said with a little sigh.

There was no way for me to answer, so I just looked up at him as my fingers curled against his slowly thrusting hips.

“I think I’m not the only one.” He threaded his fingers in my hair and gave a few more shallow thrusts. “It would be much too easy to just finish this here.” With what sounded like a groan of regret, he reached down to grip my shoulders and draw me back to my feet. When his lips crashed against mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible.

The kiss was full of longing, as his mouth devoured mine, his tongue filled my mouth, his arms moved to embrace me fully… We had been apart only a short time, but I could tell even that was far too long for Nicholas, now that he had love in his life once more. Inarticulate sounds of desire passed between our lips, and our once stationary hands moved along each other’s bodies, roaming and caressing, and then locking into place to continue our fervent embraces. Neither of us wanted to let the other one go.

Somehow the silken dress slipped off my shoulders and Nicholas’ hands guided it down over my body, past my hips, and to the floor. His mouth followed, his lips dragging against my breasts. I clung to him as his tongue flicked at one of my nipples, then moaned when he suckled at my breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth so hard, it was almost painful. Pleasurably painful.

I let my head fall back as he nursed on me, one of his hands at my back pressing me against him, and the other tugging at my panties. Two of his fingers delved into my soaking wet pussy, tearing a gasp from my parted lips. Each thrust of his hand, each long draw of my nipple into his mouth, made my knees buckle, until he finally laid me down against the bed to continue his sensual onslaught. He switched to the other breast and a sob of pleasure escaped me.

With a moan, I shuddered and bucked against his hand, coating his fingers as my release came. When I thought I could move no more, he continued, still circling those insistent digits around my sensitive clit, still suckling at me so hard I wanted to cry.

“Please, stop.” I was barely able to get the words out. But he continued, his other hand now free to roll and pinch the nipple that remained bare. Another orgasm wracked my body, less intense, but just as exhausting.

“I need to punish my submissive for disobeying my orders,” he murmured against my flesh. Then, to my surprise, he dropped to his knees and parted my legs. “I will make you come again and continue to do it until you beg for mercy.”

Before I could protest, his lips descended on my clit and he suckled at it with such ferocity, I gripped the edge of the bed. “No,” I managed to gasp. “No…” My hips lifted off the bed and he held them there, feasting on me with thrusts of his tongue inside my shuddering cunt.

Words, of course, did not deter him from dragging my over-sensitive body to another orgasm. When the quivers ceased, he ran his tongue up my cunt in long, firm lapping licks that did nothing to quell the fire in me. He returned his attention to my clit, this time circling it with the tip of his tongue. I squeaked out a half-hearted protest…

And then he rammed two fingers into my hungry hole as his licks became faster, as he slurped at my flesh like he, too, was hungry. Each thrust of his fingers in concert with those unrelenting swirls of his tongue against my throbbing female organ was too much to bear. My eyes rolled heavenward as my vision and mind clouded. My body trembled madly against his mouth and hand as yet another orgasm overwhelmed me.

Before I could even speak, he claimed me, his thick cock filling me with its hardness. I bucked against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. How I wanted to be the one to ride him now, wildly and with abandon, grinding atop him until I came again and again…

So I did.

It wasn’t in my nature to dominate. No. But it was in my nature to please another, and this seemed to please Nicholas greatly, because he fell back when I pushed against his shoulders, taking me with him. For a brief moment, I sat atop him, looking down at his muscular body. Then I moved my hips forward and back, gyrating against him. The motion resulted in my clit rubbing against his torso and I gasped at the sensation.

“That’s right,” he said as he wrapped his hands around my waist. “That’s my girl. Fuck me as senseless as you are right now.”

That’s what I wanted to do too. I watched him, my eyes half-lidded and my lips parted as I circled and ground myself against him. “Yes,” I said breathily, and placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

As I leaned forward, the pressure on my clit increased. Each thrust of my hips was even more pleasurable than before. And when he took one of my tits in his mouth to lick and suck at the nipple, I curled my fingers against him with a sharp intake of breath. He switched between them and I swirled my hips faster and faster. As if he couldn’t stop himself, Nicholas thrust into me from where he lay between my legs. There was no thought now, no fear or concern. There was just the unrelenting pleasure that came with riding his perfect body.

I could not help but sob at the sensation as I lost myself once more, my body saturating his rigid member in my slick juices, my hips thrusting in that uncontrolled, jolting way as I orgasmed. Nicholas must have sensed me stilling, unable to go further, because he gripped my hips and plunged into me, sinking himself to the hilt as his searing ejaculate filled me.

In that moment, as I slumped atop him, panting for breath, there was nothing but the two of us, entwined and drenched in our own bodies’ essences.

It was a moment to savor.

Chapter 10

The gunshot came out of nowhere.

Strictly speaking, that’s not true.

It came from the bedroom door before Nicholas had even completed the first knot in his tie, before I had even smoothed the dress fully over my body.

I clasped my hands to my mouth in terror, but even that didn’t stifle the scream.

“Did I come at a bad time?” The query was snide and the person making it smug. I knew him – that face and those hard, cold eyes. Korroziya. “I never expected to see the whore again.” He stepped into the room, a tendril of smoke curling into the air from the end of his gun. His gaze shifted from me to Nicholas, who had collapsed back against the wall and slid down along it, leaving a trail of blood staining the paint.

“No.” I fell to my knees beside him, but just stopped myself from touching him. As much as I wanted to draw him into my arms, I didn’t know what that movement would do to Nicholas after being shot.

“Oh yes, and I do hope it’s fatal. Even if it’s not, though…” The commander paused to put a cigarette between his lips and raise a lighter to it.

It took only that brief moment of silence for me to realize what was happening. In the distance there was a sound like thunder, followed by another, and then another.

“L.A. will fall to us completely, and the Constitutionals will give up on their stupid little rebellion.”

I shook my head, tears falling as I finally gave in and embraced Nicholas. He was pale and unmoving in my arms, his eyes latched onto the officer.

“You Constitutionals fought too hard to hold onto it, so we decided to cut our losses. The city will fall and you with it. We’ll corral the people into an even smaller place and they will know there is no escape.” The officer took another drag on the cigarette, then flung it at me. I flinched and the searing tip narrowly missed my arm. “Enjoy each other. This will be your last chance to say goodbye.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

I rose to my feet and lunged at the door, slamming it shut and turning the deadbolt in place. “Nicholas,” I said, turning back to him. “What are we going to do?”

He shook his head at me and pressed a finger to his lips.

With a nod, I tilted my head toward the door and waited. Sure enough, I heard more doors slamming, orders yelled, boots marching out into the city that shook with the onslaught of bomb after bomb.

Nicholas jerked his head and I followed the motion, running back to him. He moved his arm just enough to show me where he had been shot. His side. Just a grazing wound, which meant it wasn’t life-threatening. Thank  goodness.

I reached down and ripped the hem of my dress all around, then wrapped the fabric around his body twice, tying it as tightly as I could so it would staunch the blood. Before Nicholas could say a thing, I gestured for quiet as he had and rose to my feet. Maybe I lacked his technical knowledge and forthrightness, but I was a fast learner. Last time Korroziya had come to call, he’d left those bugs. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left one this time or if, perhaps, one had already existed in the room.

Running my hands along the doorframe, then underneath the top edge of the dresser, I let my intuition guide me until I found it. Peeling the small item away from the baseboard, I approached Nicholas and unfurled my fingers to show him the object in my palm. He gave a nod of understanding before I smashed it underfoot.

“Do you suppose that was the only one?” I asked as I dropped to my knees beside him once again.

“Do you think it really matters at this point?” He reached up to push my tangled blonde hair out of my face. “They’ve left us for dead and that’s what we’re going to be. Come here. I want you with me. I should be able to spend my last moments holding the one I love.”

Tears flooded the corners of my eyes, but I nodded and sat next to him, nestling into his arm on his uninjured side with a whispered, “What happens now?”

His only response was to fish a piece of folded paper out of his pocket, hand it to me, and kiss the top of my head. Looking down at it, I realized it was closed with the seal of St. Eden’s School for Young Ladies. A letter from the headmistress?

I clutched the paper as we sat there, the city on fire somewhere beyond the doors of the dance hall that had once echoed with music and laughter, a place now a mockery of its former self.

Silence descended, punctuated only by the heavy booming of bombs, spurts of gunfire, and our own mingled breaths.

~****~

My Sweet Violet,

You have been one of my best students, one of the loveliest and one of the most talented among any in the school. You are also the strongest.

Oh, you may not know it just yet, but you are.

Violet, you have the power to transform hate into love, to transform death into hope, and loss into gain. You are stronger than you think, because love
IS
strength. The world needs more people like you, more love and hope like yours.

I have more faith in you than I’ve ever had in one of my students. You will reach the hardest of hearts and make it love again.

And when you do that, you will save us all.

In love,

Eden