Muse [18+] • REVISING

39 | Sacrilegious

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For the most part, I listen. I do as I'm told. I obey. I beg, and I even chase.

But even with obedient nature, on the rare occasion, there's an act of impulse. One where I slip up, and accidentally bite the hand that feeds me, which usually follows with some kind of punishment as a consequence for stepping out of line. When I do deviate, a part of me thinks that sometimes I do it on purpose just to see how harsh of a discipline I'll be forced to endure. No matter what it is though, in every scenario, I always end up on my knees.

On the other hand, the times I do act with such decorum, I eat that shit up like it's my job. Being told to be patient, to heed, to lift my chin up slightly, open wide, and prepare to please. I do it because I love the look on their faces after I've satisfied them, knowing that although they owned me, I'm the one they need. The simple truth being, you can't command without someone to beg. It turns me on and gets me off to know that every time I look up wide-eyed, they'd be looking down at me like they hadn't eaten in days. Like a hunter and its prey.

Locked on Damien, his carnal expression digging into me like a knife, I knew that at some point tonight, I'd crawl again. They'd make sure of it. But for the next five minutes or so, as long as I could get them to, they were going to chase. They'd have plenty of time later to ruin.

"Well?" I challenged, looking around the room.

"You've been hanging around Cordelia too much," Damien quipped, pushing into me, and hooking his fingers underneath the lace of my panties. I heard her giggle somewhere to the right of me, knowing she was responsible for the current vigor I led with. "That's what you want, though? You want me to get on my knees for you?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do," I pushed back, tip-toeing in my heels just to reach his ear. "I want you to find out if I taste the same."

He didn't move yet. He only continued to stare, I think to study me. He was either wondering what had happened in the time that he was gone, that I had found such a voice, or he was wondering how to punish me for being so forward like I didn't know my place was on all fours.

"If you don't take up that offer of hers, I will." Nicolas mused, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. His fingers brushed my neck, pushing my hair to one side, making me wince at his touch. All Damien did was laugh.

"I'm sure you'd love to get your hands on her," Damien's hands gripped my waist tighter as he bantered with his best friend. "And you, I bet you'd like that just as much." His eyes found mine again.

"I'll play this little game of yours," he leaned in close, his mouth hovering over mine. "But I know what you need, and in that fantasy, I'm not the one begging."

"We have all night for me to get what I need." I pressed my hands to his chest, fighting him for control. He was right, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Now, get on with it, before I change my mind and serve your best friend dessert instead."

That did it. He groaned, spinning us around, and then shoving me onto the velvet couch. Falling back into the soft cushions, I watched as Damien rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt like one does before they're about to dine. He stepped forward, reaching out his hand to my chin, and lifting it so my head tilted back into the couch.

Then, he did what I told him to do. Damien Dupont got on his knees, kneeling right in front of me. He grazed his fingers on one of my legs, all the way down to my heel, and took off the stiletto. Doing the same with the other side, he massaged from my ankles, all the way up to my thighs, and the closer he got to the wetness in-between my legs, the quicker my heart started to race.