Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elaine

Everybody’s eyes were fixed on me as I made my way across the room, heading up to the stage. I’d never felt so exposed in my life, and I wasn’t even naked, my ball gown was still glittering bright, sweeping around my feet with every step.

Lucian led the way up the stairs at the side of the stage, then presented me under the spotlights, showing me off to the gathering crowd with that beautiful pride on his face, and I felt it. Even under the tension, and the nerves, and the fear, he was the core of me. My heart and my soul.

With the lights blinding me from up above, people were largely shadows, but I could still see them gathering closer, their eyes on me.

I’d never have imagined myself in this position, up on stage in a BDSM club, about to be fucked and hurt in front of a crowd by the ultimate lord of my life, Lucian Morelli. The craziness of this situation put the red carpet walk to shame. I was shivering, goose prickled, pulse racing in fight or flight.

I knew I would never be fleeing from my monster. I knew I would do whatever he commanded me to do, and I wanted that. I needed that.

I was still flushed from watching the couple up on stage before us, still excited, because from the very first moment I’d seen them up there, I’d wanted to be that woman up on stage, held firm in the shackles.

Only I hadn’t wanted it to be her beast of a man up there alongside me.

I’d wanted it to be my monster.

His hands were firm and steady as he took hold of the shackles above me and bound my hands in the cuffs. I let out a gasp as he pulled them high, stretching my arms up tight above me, high enough that I was on tiptoes, even in my heels.

His body was so hot as he pressed himself tight to my back, even through his tuxedo. His voice was a gravelly whisper in my ear.

“You’ll take what you’re given, Elaine, and it’s going to hurt.”

A whole new wave of shivers raced through me, and I was back there in front of him in my mind, right from the very beginning, when I’d known he’d give me pain and I’d wanted it so much I was begging him.

I closed my eyes when he pulled my dress loose and let it drop to the floor around my feet, my heart racing all the more at the cheer from the crowd. And there I was, teetering in front of the watching audience in just my heels and panties. My panties which were already wet from how much I wanted this.

I knew my cut was still clear on my ribs, but it was already beginning to heal. To fade. To become irrelevant. Enough that the crowd in front of me didn’t freak out at me under the lights.

“Step,” Lucian said, and I raised my feet one at a time as he pulled my dress out from underneath me.

Then he moved away.

It felt like I was there for an age, standing bare for the spectators.

I heard him behind me, clearly swishing implements from a rack. It was a flogger he presented me with first, only he didn’t run it down my back like the beast before him had teased his woman. Lucian curled it right around my tits from the very first swing, catching a nipple so hard it made me jump in the chains, and that’s when it truly took me, the craving for the hurt running right through my veins like a calling.

I was ready for it when he did it again, only this time I didn’t jump, I moaned, bracing myself proud.

He tugged my panties down my thighs.

“Step,” he said again, and I was ready, stepping out of the lace.

I was naked apart from my heels, nipples hard and still stinging. He reached his hands around from behind me, sliding them across my skin to twist and pull to turn that stinging to a hard, strong pain.

“Take it,” he said, and I tipped my head back against his shoulder, offering my tits to his hands and he twisted and pulled some more. His breath was on my neck and I found I was smiling, eyes still closed as I focused on his touch and nothing more.

His fingers slid down my ribs, tickling, but again he was so careful not to hurt the pain he didn’t cause. I clenched my stomach muscles as they swept their way further down.

“Spread yourself for me,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and spread your thighs as far as they’ll fucking go.”

I was a good girl for him. I spread my thighs as far as they would fucking go, putting all of my weight on those shackles.

His fingers spread my pussy lips, exposing my clit to the crowd. I gasped as he circled the right spot, teasing me just enough that I let out a moan as he pushed three fingers inside me in one thrust.

“Show them what a horny little doll you are,” he ordered me. “Squirm on my fingers.”

I did.

I squirmed on his fingers, even though he was so brutal it hurt.

When he yanked those fingers from me, his breaths were faster. I could feel the swell in his pants against my ass and he was so hard that it made me alive with a new sense of pride. I wanted the crowd to see me be good enough to please him. I wanted them to see I could drive a man like Lucian Morelli crazy because he wanted me so much. Not any of the other stunning women in this room who were more experienced than I was, but me. Only me.

“Suck me clean,” he said and pushed his wet fingers into my mouth and I sucked him so hard I was slurping.

“Good girl,” he said, and then he became my true monster. My monster for the world around us to see.

His hands slapped and twisted, setting my skin alive. My pussy was so sore after he spanked it long and hard that I tried to close my thighs, but he barked that I wasn’t to fucking disobey him.

The flogger was a gem, trailing, then stinging, everywhere from my back, to my ass, and my tits, everywhere desperate for more…but he was as careful a tiger as ever, playing just the right places of me in just the right ways.

The crop attacked my thighs with perfect precision, making me cry out a little every time it landed by my pussy, so tender. His fingers fucked me between rounds of thwacks and I moaned for him, giving him my insides like a whore craving more.

My mouth was already open, panting when he kissed me, and that’s when I realized it. My eyes were still closed. My eyes had been closed the whole time he was using me.

Turns out, he’d realized it before I had.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I opened them to find him standing right there, his face beautiful enough that I sucked in a breath. The dirty glint in his stare, hungry for me. His stunning mouth that made mine water, needing his spit and his tongue more than I’d ever needed champagne.

“Suck,” he said, again reading my mind, and I sucked his tongue as he kissed me like a kid needing a lollipop, still so firm in the shackles that I moaned for more when he pulled away and I couldn’t reach him.

He stepped away and my open eyes landed on the room. On the figures there staring up at me. At the gathered crowd, some of them so close that I could see their faces under the glare of the spotlights. Every single one of them was looking at me like I was a queen.

Yes.

I wanted this.

It was a mirror to everything I’d hated in my past. People playing with me when I didn’t want them to, looking at me like a dirty little piece of shit who meant nothing.

This was a whole other world. Lucian Morelli playing with me when I wanted nothing more than his touch and his commands, while the whole room stared at me like I was a goddess who meant everything.

I was so happy when Lucian stepped back up beside me with a smirk and placed a cane against my tits. I nodded, smiling right back, my stare all on him.

He caned my tits so hard I was crying out, but still I was offering myself for more, desperate for the stripes, for the pain, for the marks on my skin.

Hismarks on my skin.

I was trembling as he caned my thighs, striping me up all over again.

He caned me until I was panting and struggling to take it, even in my submissive state. Then he played with my clit, his fingers a perfect tease. He caned my ass until I was crying out, broken, and then his fingers played me some more, over and over and over, until I was in a blur in the most blissful of ways.

Still that room stared up at me, transfixed.

I didn’t know it was coming when he lowered my shackles and dropped me down to my knees. The chains were hanging loose when he presented himself in front of me, his pants unbuckled and his cock hard enough that it was dark with desperation.

Oh, how he fucked my mouth. I gagged and retched and spluttered, dribbling spit down onto the floor. He took hold of my throat and choked me as I tried to suck him, my eyes watering as I stared up at his face. I was moaning as he stole his cock from me, moaning harder as he got down onto his knees behind me and rubbed himself against my slit.

Oh, how he fucked my pussy. Oh, how I moaned, chains rattling and the crowd cheering as I slammed myself back onto his cock with every thrust.

He took my hair, twisted and pulled, showing me off as I moaned, angling himself just right so I bucked and gasped and came for him.

And then he came for me.

Lucian Morelli came for me in front of a crowded room, grunting as he spurted inside me.

I’d never been so proud in my life.

I was his woman. His whore. His doll.

I was the love of his life.

God, it was bliss. Pure, absolute bliss. I was grinning when he unbuckled the shackles and helped me to my feet in the most gracious of ways, smiling back at me in the most gorgeous way I’d ever seen him smile.

He helped me back into my dress with gentle hands, and I knew full well I was marked all over by his brutality. I was buzzing from it so brightly that it felt like a crime to cover it back up with the fabric.

The crowd had already begun dispersing when we climbed down from the stage and made our way back over to the bar. I must have been glowing like a beacon, flinching as I sat down on a stool next to the woman who’d introduced herself as Raven.

She laughed at me, a lovely genuine giggle that was almost like a cackle.

“Told you it won’t be your last time here,” she said, and I laughed along with her.

She was damn right on that.

We were in there for a long, long time, chatting away quite happily to Raven, and her girlfriend, and James and Cat. They were amazing, treating us like any other clubgoer and not as people in the media glare all over the world. I loved it. All of it.

It was almost morning when we finally got into a cab, all set to head back to Quentin Manor and a nice, warm bed. Lucian was only glancing at his cell when he pulled a face. I was close enough to see the twenty-five missed calls, all with the same number.

A number from over in the US.

Lucian recognized it though. I could see it from his scowl.

He didn’t even get a chance to talk about it before his cell started up all over again. It was still on silent from the club, but the screen was flashing, showing it was still that same number.

He answered with a “what?” and I heard the voice at the other end, my head still on Lucian’s shoulder, close enough to hear.

The voice was seething. Nasty.

“You’ve gone way too fucking far this time, Son. It’s time to say goodbye.”

Lucian was right back at him, his tone nasty to match.

“Don’t start a war,” he said. “It won’t be a pretty one.”

And then he hung up the call.