Chapter Ten

SCARLETT

T he metal chains of the lanterns above us are the only sound in the room. The red glow from them makes Morgan look otherworldly, like a beast sent to consume and destroy. My ragged breathing causes my battered breasts to heave up and down. They're covered in bite marks and hickeys. A small trail of crimson seeps from the bite mark she left, down the curve of my breast and onto my stomach. If this was anyone else I'd be horrified, but I wasn't lying, I trust her. I want her. I crave her.

Moving behind me, Morgan disappears. I don't dare turn around but I hear her ripping more fabric from my cape and shuffling around. As much as that spank she gave me earlier had my pussy clenching, I don't want to be punished anymore. When she called me her good girl it did things to me. I think I'd do pretty much anything to hear those words again.

Suddenly she steps into me, her front against my back. Her warm heat and softness of her form embrace the back of me. Her soft and silky hair tickles the tender skin of my neck as she leans into me. Her arms wrap around me possessively. One traces light circles on the skin of my stomach, just barely above where I need her most, the other paws at my aching breast. I whimper desperately, eliciting an amused laugh from her. Her thumb and pointer finger roll my tender nipple, pinching and pulling it until I'm an absolute puddle. I shamelessly grind my ass into her, desperate for more.

"Say it again," she whispers into my ear. Her tongue traces the shell of it, sending a shiver running down my spine and straight to my clit.

I've never been touched and teased like this. This level of pleasured torture coursing through every nerve in my body is completely foreign. I've never wanted anything—anyone—this badly in my life. I've never felt this wanted either. I'd do anything, give anything, for more of this feeling.

"I trust you. I want you. Please."

The growl that emanates from the woman behind me is feral, animalistic. It's fucking hot as hell.

Her hands leave me and I feel cold at the loss. I never want her to stop touching me.

A moment later her touch returns, but to my head. It feels as if she's standing behind me and placing a crown on my head. It's a silly, fleeting thought. But she does make me feel special, regal, powerful. She makes me feel awake and alive for the first time in a really long time. She loops something over my head and down my face. As it crosses over my eyes I realize it's torn pieces of my cloak. She keeps moving it down, past my mouth and chin, to my neck. She rests it against the smooth column of my throat before pulling something behind me. The constricting feeling around my neck sends panic coursing through me. I try to bring my arms up to pull the fabric away but they're still bound behind me. I begin the flail and thrust in a desperate attempt to get free but it's no use, I'm caught in her trap.

"Shh. Shh," she placates into my ear. "Relax babe. It's just us. You and me. Let me play with you." One of her hands snakes around my center, tracing a slow path down to between my thighs. "Let me make you feel good."

Her fingers slide down to the lips that lie between my legs. She strokes the outside of my pussy back and forth several times. It feels so good, her delicate and skilled fingers playing me just right. Kyle has only ever touched me in order to pull me open enough to shove his dick inside. No one has ever touched me like this. Her pointer finger and ring finger work together to spread me open, before she uses her middle finger to rub gentle, teasing circles against my clit.

"So wet for me, princess," she whispers as she continues to touch me. Her warm breath skates across the nape of my neck, eliciting a shiver down my spine. "Are you going to be my good girl and let me do what I want to you?"

Without warning, her finger shoves inside me. I cry out at the sudden intrusion but when her finger starts pumping in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I can't help but relax into the pleasure she's pulling from me.

"Yes! Yes!" I yell as she shoves a second finger into me and curls them at an angle that sets my entire core on fire. Her thumb moves to circle my clit and I can feel the orgasm rushing to me like a wave about to crash down on me, crushing me and stealing my breath.

As suddenly as she entered me, she pulls out. I sag and whine at the sudden loss of her.

"Not yet, princess. You'll come when I say you can." She moves around me again, the end of the red fabric rope she's made sitting in her hand.

Her words shouldn't make my pussy pulse the way it does but there's something so freeing about her taking complete control of me.

She stares at me for a beat, fully taking me in before throwing the other end of the fabric up. I tilt my head back, watching as the end not currently tied around my neck hooks over one of the chains on the ceiling. The metal chain is hung down in a low curve between two metal hooks that connect the chain to lanterns. The red fabric flutters back down from the ceiling, floating like a falling leaf back into her hand.

I'm so fucked.

Sinking to her knees in front of me, Morgan holds the end of my beautiful noose in one hand while the other hand trails up the length of my bare thigh. Her fingers skim the swollen and tender flesh of my clit once again, causing me to writhe and groan. But as I do, her other hand pulls the noose tight, cutting off my air. I scamper to my tippy toes, desperate to avoid being strangled, but it's no use. Panic floods my being as I realize I can barely breathe. My erratic heartbeat thumps widely in my ears. I look down at her in disbelief. But when our eyes meet I realize hers aren't shimmering with anger or malice, they're filled with lust.

She looks away and I follow the path of her gaze with my eyes. She's focused completely on the way her fingers are pumping in and out of me. And then I realize my body is pulsing with more than just fear. Waves of pleasure are radiating from my core. Each push and pull of her fingers drives me closer and closer towards a dive into ecstasy. I never want to breathe again if it feels this good. I want to moan and scream as she curls her fingers and strokes a part of me that has flames of pleasure spreading through my entire being, but the noose is too tight around my throat. Just as I'm about to fall, she removes her fingers again. The tension around my neck recedes and my feet fall back firmly on the ground.

I gasp for air, desperate to fill my aching lungs. Looking down, I watch as Morgan holds her fingers up to the light. Her fingers glisten in the blood-red light with the evidence of just how wet I am for her.

"Your scent has been driving me absolutely fucking wild, princess. I wonder if you taste as delicious as you smell."

I'm fairly certain my brain completely short-circuits when she brings her messy fingers to her mouth and sucks my arousal from her. She moans as if it's the best thing to have ever touched her tongue and the sound sets my entire being ablaze. I don't think there's ever been or ever will be, a more seductive creature than the one currently on her knees before me.

"You taste delicious, my precious girl." Her free hand reaches around me and roughly grabs my ass, causing me to let out a startled breath.

Using her hand on my backside, she angles my hips closer towards her. Her fingers tickle their way across my hip and thigh. When she reaches my knee, she hooks her hand behind it and brings it up and over her shoulder. A red blush stains my cheeks, heat warming my pale skin. I'm spread open, right in her face. I try to adjust so that my privates aren't shoved so closely to her but when I do she pulls the noose tighter against my throat, cutting off my air again.

"This is my pussy now," she looks up at me, desire swirling like serpents around her irises, "and I intend to feast on it whenever I like."

With that, she dives in. Her tongue licks me from back to front in long, languid strokes. She flattens her tongue as she licks towards the back, but then somehow curves it to use just the tip at the end to flick my clit. Again, and again, and again her eager strokes devour every inch of me, driving me towards insanity. My eyes roll back in my head as she pushes inside me. Her slick and firm tongue massages against my inner walls in a way that's completely maddening. She alternates licking and sucking and fucking me with her mouth. I roll my hips against her, desperate for more. My tits ache for attention and I so badly want to bring my hands around to touch them myself but I'm tied up too tightly.

"That's it baby girl," she speaks to me between licks. "Ride my fucking face. Show me what a desperate little whore you are for me."

The noose etches tighter into my skin, my lungs burning and aching with each strangled gasp for air. But every time I feel the sheer panic of needing oxygen, her tongue licks up more of my juices and all my body registers is the pleasure she's driving me towards. Stars dance around the edge of my vision and I can feel a lightness start to settle all the way into my bones. It's like I'm floating outside of my own body.

"Fuck, princess," Morgan's voice sounds far away now, like I'm hearing her through water. "You're such a good slut for me. Your pussy is so wet that it's dripping off my chin and soaking my suit."

Black smoke clouds my vision, the room spins out of focus, and right as I'm about to pass out, she lets go.

The noose around my neck loosens, allowing air to flood into my lungs. White sparks shoot across my closed eyelids. And then Morgan shoves two fingers roughly inside me. She fucks me fast and hard. The combination of being asphyxiated with the punishing pace of her fingers sends me over the edge. I scream out loud and violently as my entire body spasms with uncontrollable pleasure. It's like I'm floating and falling simultaneously. I dive into an unending sea as wave after wave of pleasure crash through my entire being. My whole pussy pulses over and over again in a seemingly unending climax. And through it all, Morgan never stops her assault, determined to drain every ounce of pleasure from my soul.

My heart rate slows, each breath coming out calmer than the last as I start to come back to reality. My head tilts forward and my eyes meet hers as she looks up at me from between my legs. The sight of this beautiful goddess with her golden hair, beautiful blue eyes, and her perfect, curvy body on her knees for me is almost as good as the orgasm I just had.I don't know what I've done to deserve the attention of a girl like her, but even if it was just for today, what just happened between us was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.

Fuck. If this is what a climax is supposed to feel like, then what the hell has Kyle been doing to me all these years?

"Are you alright princess?" She cocks her head at me in question, assessing me as if to make sure I'm not broken while carefully pulling herself out of me.

"No," I answer truthfully. "I'm better than alright. That was amazing. I've never had anyone do anything like that to me."

A smile spreads across her stunning face and I'm again struck with how beautiful she is. How did I get lucky enough to ensnare her attention?

She gently places my leg down on the ground and rises to stand in front of me. Pushing hair out of my face and tucking a loose strand behind my ear, she leans down to place a soft kiss against my lips. She tastes like a mix of her and me. I can't help the flutter in my stomach at how filthy and fabulous that knowledge is. Carefully, she removes the noose from my neck and unties my hands.

I start to sink to my knees but she pulls me back up, brows furrowing together as she asks, "What are you doing babe?"

"Well, don't I—" I stumble on the words, not really sure how this is supposed to work with another girl. "Shouldn't I do it back to you now?"

She lets out a breathy chuckle before sinking to the ground and picking up my costume. She pulls the fabric up over my body, righting it to make sure I'm as covered as I can be before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You did so good for me princess. You were such a good girl. But that was a lot for your body. You need to rest and get something to eat and drink before we go for round two."

Insecurities swirl through me, my stomach knotting uncomfortably. I'd messed this up somehow. I was too stupid, too boring and bland. Tears prick my eyes as all the things Kyle has ever criticized me about swarm my mind. I was so stupid, so very foolish to think a girl like her could want someone like me.

"Hey. Hey," her fingers grip my chin, tilting my face up to hers. "Where'd you go?"

"What if… " I swipe a rogue tear away before it can fall. "What if I want to taste you, to please you?"

Something flashes in her eyes, a demon peeking out from beneath the surface. But just as quickly as it is there, it's gone. The haunted house and the draining nature of what we just did must be getting to me.

"Trust me, princess," she steps into me, entering my space and crowding me. Our breasts touch and a new bolt of desire runs through me. "I want that more than you know. I'd kill to have your beautiful face stuck between my thick thighs all night. But first I need to take care of my girl. Why don't we go back to my hotel, get some room service, have a warm bath together, and then I can teach you how to eat cunt like a good little slut?"

I immediately pull back, needing space to breathe. Needing a moment to think. That sounds amazing, more than amazing actually. That sounds like a damn dream.

Maybe she actually did strangle me and I died and now I'm in Heaven .

But there is a man at home waiting for me. As much as I'd love to leave Kyle behind, run off with Morgan, and never look back, I know that isn't the right thing to do. I spent years with him, and even though I have no intention of staying with him long term, I owe him an explanation. It is the right thing to do.

How can I explain to Morgan that I'm still technically in a relationship and need to break it off, without sending her running from me?

"I'm staying with a friend," I manage to choke out, my eyes trained on the floor beneath my feet. "She'll worry if I don't come back."

"So call her and tell her you won't be back tonight, I'm sure she'll understand." Her hand rubs comforting circles on my back and I can barely stand the touch. I don't deserve her kindness, not while I'm still technically with Kyle.

"Uhm, my phone died and my charger's at her place," my voice comes out as a shaky whisper. My throat feels tight and uncomfortable from what we just did. "Plus, I don't have spare clothes. I can't really walk around in a ruined Red Riding Hood costume, right?"

"Alright," she sounds uncertain. "Can I drive you there then?"

"No," I blurt out quickly, too quickly. "I don't want to leave my car here. Teenagers will vandalize it."

Smooth cover, Scarlett .

I can tell she's not buying it. But she can't really argue with any part of my story. "Okay. Well at least let me walk you to your car," she pulls me into her, wrapping me in a tender embrace. It takes everything in me not to cry. "And if you need me, I'm in room 1202 at The Chrysalis. I'm here for you. Okay?"

I have to fix this. I need to make it right. I can't lose her.