One Dirty Night - Page 112

Rough.

Raspy.

The perfect voice.

The perfect man.

The perfect command.

I went without a second thought.

I let biology rule me instead of intellect. I became the pagans that Rhodes had mentioned and willingly climbed upon an altar to worship the stars and planets, elements and magic because being a witch was so much better than being a disciple. Being free to live life the way I chose instead of following the paths of so many others.

I moved like water to him.

I burned like fire before him.

I sucked in air as he nodded his approval.

I sank to the earth as he pointed at his feet.

Four elements.

Four powers.

One choice.

Kneeling before him, I waited. I didn’t look up at the men and women gathering around us. I didn’t care if this was usual or frowned upon. We were in a sex club, but I hadn’t seen such blatant ownership in this main bar.

Perhaps these power dynamics were saved for more private quarters.

Maybe we broke all the rules and would be asked to leave.

I didn’t know.

He didn’t know.

But it didn’t stop Nick from bending down and cupping my chin, forcing my eyes up, my lips to part, my heart to race.

“Did you want to stay and find a man who will love you as well as bruise you?”

I licked my dry lips. “No, Sir.”

“Did you want to stay and belong to someone else? Someone who could probably care for you better than me. Someone who isn’t afraid like me.”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you want someone who can give you a life, even though he doesn’t know how long that will be?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to belong to him and only to him, even knowing he’ll struggle with such a thing?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to forsake all others? Do you agree to never share yourself with another? To never desire another? To never ask me to fuck you with another again?”

I closed my eyes; tears rolled down my cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”