He soothes each nipple with his tongue, until the sting is nearly gone. I’m still catching my breath when the glass ball grazes my nipple. “Ahhh!” His warm mouth wasn’t to ease the ache. It was meant to prepare the nipple for the wand.
I’m in an inky cave. There’s nothing but black—not even a shadow to guide me as I wait for the next jolt. Will it be to my thigh? My nipple? My belly? The uncertainty adds a heightened awareness that is unsettling and delectable at the same time.
The wand touches my almost bare mound, and I arch my back and squirm. I can’t stay still any longer, and the sounds from the other room dim as the pleasure increases. There’s no pain, just thrilling charges that skitter through my body.
Before the bliss subsides, the current licks my clit. The first wave has all the excitement of a sparkler, with its beautiful glow. But there is a reason children are taught to hold the sparkler away from their bodies. The second wave comes with the power of a thunderbolt. I jerk and bounce off the platform. Not in pain, but with a heavenly sensation I’ve never felt before. It’s almost too much. But he does it again. And again.
My body absorbs every bit of the hedonistic indulgence, writhing and pulling at my bindings as I thrash. All I see and hear, all I feel, is my own pleasure. There’s nothing else.
I feel Gray’s soothing hands pet my prickly skin. “Give me a color,” he murmurs through the headphones.
“Green.” My voice is hoarse, but the word is clear, and not a second passes before Gray’s hot mouth is on my cunt. Licking and lapping, tracing circles with a pointed tongue, finding my clit hiding under the hood. He sucks gently, coaxing it out.
I whimper. “Please.”
The voices are loud again. “Slut. Whore. Fuck her in the ass until she screams.” They’re indistinguishable.
“They want to see you come, Delilah,” Gray drawls. “You want that too, don’t you?” He doesn’t wait for my response before his tongue is back on my pussy, his mouth and hands plucking the screaming orgasm from me, as I twist beneath him.
“Good girl,” he soothes in a gentle, reassuring tone.
I can’t stop whimpering. It’s an incoherent babble, dwarfing all other sounds.
Gray unties my legs and massages them with strong fingers. It feels so good that I don’t want him to stop. But he turns me over and hoists my hips, adjusting my body on the chair until I’m on my knees, draped over the highest curve. My ass is exposed. But I don’t give a damn who sees me.
“I need this,” he says, gently removing the plug. “I have something better for you.”
The anal beads. The climax will be earth-shattering. I picture the amethyst beads, the long strand, with the glass globes graduating in size. How many will he push into me?
The crowd erupts each time he forces a bead inside. But it’s a muffled blur. Nothing more than scratchy background music. I barely hear them.
“I’m going to fuck you, Blue Eyes. And they’re going to watch while I own your pussy.”
Gray pushes his cock into me. It feels enormous, and I groan at the tight fit. But he doesn’t stop. He moves in and out, teasing my clit, unhurried, while I loll in a dreamy state. Higher and higher he drags me, and as I approach the peak he begins to pull out the beads one at a time.
I gasp and shudder as he removes the balls slowly, deliberately, each small pop nudging me higher. I’m lost, struggling for breath.
His cock and my cunt. There’s nothing else when he pinches my clit, yanking out the final beads while I clamp down around him, screaming my release.
He doesn’t slow, and I tremble while he ruts deeply. He’s close. I want the headphones off. I want to hear the roar of his release. I twist my head to dislodge the damn things, but it’s too late. I don’t hear his pleasure.
But I feel it. I feel him empty himself inside me, and I squeeze my walls, milking each precious drop.
He presses his lips to my spine. Resting his forehead there for a moment.
It’s quiet. I must have knocked off the headphones.
Gray eases out of me, and the semen begins to find its way out. He pulls me onto his body, nestling us into the welcoming slope of the chair. “Are you okay?” he asks, caressing me gently.
I nod. “Yes.”
He pulls the velvet coverlet from the platform and lays it over us, taking great pains to make sure that every inch of my skin is covered. “Are you warm enough?”
“Yes.” I don’t have the energy for anything more. I close my eyes, and the voices return. I’m not sure if they’re real or if they just live in my head now—maybe forever. I clutch him tighter as the anxiety starts to burrow its way in again. “Are they still watching?”
Gray is quiet for a moment, before his lips graze my head. “They were never watching.”
I’m not sure I understand what he means. I lift my head off his chest, and slowly turn toward the curtain. It’s dark. There’s nothing there. I don’t understand. I saw them. The show’s over. Maybe they left.
“It was a trick,” he says cautiously.
“A trick?” No. I saw them with my own eyes.
“I blindfolded you to help with the deception. Once the initial shock wore off, you’d figure out there was no one there. It was basically a high-tech hologram.”
“But the voices?”
“A recording.”
My body that had been so relaxed is now on edge. The limp muscle is rigid and I’m not sure what to think.
“You’ll be watched constantly at the palace. We’ll be watched having sex. I didn’t want your first experience with exhibitionism to be while you were jet-lagged, in unfamiliar surroundings. I want you to feel prepared when you’re there. To be confident, that even if you’re experiencing something that feels dreadful, you can get through it.”
It’s not an apology. But I hear the remorse in the clinical words. Somewhere inside me, buried under layers of exhaustion and confusion, I know this game we’re playing is hard for him too. But I can’t find any empathy right now.
I’m emotionally overwhelmed, and I need an escape, so I allow myself to be dragged over a jagged path toward sleep. My brain has had enough. “I need to sleep. Just for a few minutes.”
“Close your eyes,” he says with a tinge of regret in his voice. “Sleep as long as you need to. I won’t leave you.”
I passed the test. I did it. It doesn’t matter that they weren’t there. I believed they were, and I pushed through and drowned them out. The realization swamps me, and I cry out softly.
“You’re safe with me, Blue Eyes—always.” Gray rubs small circles on my back. “I promise.”
27
Delilah
We leave for Amidane the day after tomorrow. It’s been almost three weeks since the beach. It feels like a lifetime on a merry-go-round. Days poring over briefing material, picking Mira’s brain about tiny details that might help me befriend the princess. How I’ll actually pull it off is still a bit of a mystery.
I’ve also had countless meetings with Trippi and with Baz, Gray’s new driver, and Gray himself. Then there’s yoga with Mel, hours at the range with Gray, and the white-hot nights we spend sealing the relationship. Neither of us will have trouble convincing anyone that part is real. It is real.