Page 88 of When Night Falls
When he sees that I am too nervous to make a move, he waves me over. I walk carefully to the chair feeling my pulse vibrate through to my bones. I can't tell if I'm scared or if it's excitement that pulsates through me, but whatever it is, the feeling is welcomed as I reach the chair.
"You want to be seen, don't you, little one? That's all you've ever wanted out of life, was for someone to see you for what you are. To worship you, to make you feel wanted." His words hit every desire I've ever had, spot on. Like he did some digging in his time with me and pinpointed the very thing that I have craved for so long.
"I can give that to you, Lucynda. I can make you feelseen." His guttural voice hits me the right way, making my pussy wet for him and my thighs clench to cover it up.
"What-what do you mean?" I know we have the mutual feeling and somewhat of an understanding for now. But what he's saying to me makes it feel more real. It feels like he wants to give in, though I know he's been forcing himself not to for whateverreason and I can't help but let hope and lust tangle with each other in a dance of perfection.
Rivian reaches for my hand and when I take it—no hesitation, because I will do anything he ever asks of me in this state of pleasure—he sits me down on the chair facing the mirror. Part of me wonders if there are others out there.Can anyone see us?
"Yes," he answers my thoughts and I look at him as he lowers himself to his knees. “Anyone who wanted to look in could see us right now.” My heart bangs against it caged home, creating thunders of need to ripple throughout and my eyes start to feel heavy.
"You want me to treat you like my queen? You want to be seen?" He slides his hands over my thighs, the slit in the dress only allowing him so much access before he begins to pull the fabric at the lack of stretch, but it doesn't stop him.
Rivian yanks the fabric open, tearing my dress straight down the center, revealing my entire body for him and everyone else to see. My breath hitches, I try to cover myself with my hands, my breasts falling free. But he stops me.
"Be fucking seen, Lucynda. Show them who their queen is." I'm still tense at the feeling of cold air covering my skin, my mind racing with thoughts as to what the fuck is actually happening and how heat is quickly building in my core at the mere idea that this is real.
"Rivian," I whisper as I give him an unsure look and he nods his head at me.
"I need you to trust me, Cyn." He places his hands on either of my knees and spreads me apart slowly. My thong is likely soaked because I can't help the desire that drips from me. I whimper slightly before letting my breasts go, exposing myself once more to anyone who dares look in this room.
I let him guide me, he places my hand on either side of me and sets them on the armrests of the chair, making sure that I grip them so as not to move.
"I won't restrain you but do your best not to move." I nod my head, only daring to look at him. I watch as he moves closer, his lips meeting my inner thigh. I wiggle, and the need to grab onto something other than this chair is already burning inside me.
"Rivian, I don't know-"
He dips his finger under the fabric of my panties covering my pussy and it shuts me up real quick, a moan escaping me as I feel his warmth cover me. He gets closer, his mouth trailing soft kisses against my skin until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
"This is what it means to have power, Lucynda." Rivian breathes against my pussy, his finger stretching the fabric so he can have better access. I notice my breasts bob as I breath hard, feeling my stomach clench and my thighs shake.
"Showing people who you really are and what it is you want. It's all about the demand." He moves in until I swear he can't get any closer, he darts his tongue out and lightly skates it against my core. His growl vibrates through me as he groans in my heat.
"Fuck, baby," he whispers against my skin. I bite my bottom lip hard, knowing that I can't break skin so as to draw blood, but I can't help it because the next option is to scream.
"Do you want power, my sweet sin? Do you want to show everyone what you're fucking made of and just how you like to be taken care of?" I don't waste a second, I nod my head in compliance and let him know that I want everything he wants to give me. I'll do anything he asks.
"You know the rules. Use your words, little one. Tell them exactly what you want and how you want it done. Make them believe that you're in charge." His eyes are roaming over my body as his finger hoovers over my wet pussy, still stretching the fabric of my thong and I don't care to wonder if anyone can seehow fucking wet I am. I want him on me, tasting me, devouring me.
"Eat me, Rivian. I want you to devour me," I tell him with a lust in my tone that actually hurts because of how strong it is. My eyes grow heavy as he smiles nefariously at me.
"Anything for you, my queen." And in a blink of an eye, Rivian's tongue ravishes through my wetness and does exactly what I asked for.
He grips my thigh with one hand, his fingers digging so deep I know I'll bruise. His tongue skates over my clit then back down to my entrance and I can't help my squirm. He groans in a pleasured anguish as I feel his teeth graze gently over my skin before going back in with his tongue.
The moan that escapes me is far from an angel's cry. He moves his tongue in such a dirty way that I feel like I have sinned, but he's the devil between my legs making a mess out of me in front of whoever cares to stand in the audience.
I move my hand to grip his head and he stops to look at me.
"No one likes a queen who can't fucking listen, Lucynda. I told you not to fucking move." His tone is harsh as he leans in and bites the inside of my thigh, savagely. I cry out in pain before he soothes over the marks he made with his warm tongue and my cry of hurt turns into a small, whimpered moan.
He looks up at me and that's when I see that he drew blood. His lips are layered with my crimson honey and I nearly black out at the sight. He's so fucking hot and he knows that I'm turned on even though my blood drips from his lips. He dives back into my pussy and nearly tears me in half as he works his dark magic over where I ache the most.
His free hand reaches up and plucks one of my nipples, the feeling so euphoric that I throw my head back and whine in pleasure.
"Fuck, Lucynda. If only you could see how fucking good you look for me, crying out for everyone to see." His tongue prods my entrance, and I can hear how wet I am with the sounds he's making as he ravages me relentlessly.
"I want-" I try to speak but my words get cut off as another moan is ripped from me. I can feel how close I am to coming.