The Sect (33 page)

“You had to endure the pain to appreciate the pleasure.” He began to pace toward the door, opening it to allow me to leave. “Tonight, I’m allowing you into my room and I’m going to show the full extent of the pleasure you can experience.”
 

A sob resounded as I kept my head bowed and followed him to the other wing of the house.
 

Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I fight? Why did I so mindlessly obey and follow him?

At his closed bedroom door, Nadine was there, patiently waiting.
 

“Prepare her for my return,” Reven ordered Nadine.

She blinked, startled by his command, but quickly wiped away her confusion and opened the door. He had given her an affectionate kiss on the cheek before he left. She continuously left me in awe. I had no idea how long she had been in this place, yet she put up a convincing front while never allowing Reven into her mind like Jayme had.
 

She dropped her smile and approached me. Taking my hand, she led me inside Reven’s bedroom. It was exactly what I expected it to be. It was twice the size of any of the rooms the others were given. Minimalist, but still luxe. The walls were a dark, cool blue and the furnishings were white with white upholstery much like the linens adorning his bed.
 

Nadine directed me to take a bath and wait on the bed, naked, when I was ready.
 

After my bath, she removed my robe and directed me to sit on the bed. She placed a blindfold over my eyes, pushing me to lie back on the bed. Tight straps were wrapped around my ankles and wrists, positioned at various places, and leaving me spread, vulnerable and unable to move.

 
I felt her soft hand touch my arm. “It’s just a precaution. Reven isn’t into anything kinky when he sleeps with someone for the first time. He’ll keep it simple, take you in missionary position, come quickly, and kick you out. The blindfold is needed because no one is allowed to see him fully naked. Don’t worry. If he’s allowed you here, it’s not because you did something wrong. I don’t know how much comfort that gives you, but…” I felt her breath at my ear. “Everyone’s first time with him hurts, so pretend like hell that he’s hurting you.” The bed bowed and leveled, indicating she’d lifted away. With an audible reluctance, she added softly, “Sometimes we need to close our eyes to see the truth.” The door shut with a soft clicking sound.
 

I struggled against my restraints, feeling helpless and hyperaware. The door clicked, announcing the new arrival. I knew the pacing of the steps, the clicking of the taps. He walked with deliberate steps and it was unmistakable in the signature sound of his shoes against the marble. The door clicked again, indicating he locked it.

The tremors in my body increased as the sound of his footsteps neared the bed. I sucked in a breath in an attempt to calm myself down, but it did nothing to help.

His textured but gentle hands touched my knee making me jerk. Slowly, his warm touch was removed.

The rustle of clothing resounded through the air, methodic and smooth. The bed dipped with his weight. The smooth skin of his body gently draped over mine. He positioned himself over me with his lower half between my legs. The tickle of his pubic hair brushed against my naked sex. I shuddered, wiggling against my restraints.

A light touch traveled down my sternum, stroking down my skin until it reached my mound. His fingers rocked back and forth, slowly, gently. The heat of his breath danced heavily across my face, reaching my lips. A soft kiss grazed against my mouth, swaying back and forth against my tingling, receptive lips. His hands continued to tease my sex, sliding his fingers between my slit and reaching up to gently circle my clit with the pads of his fingers.

My hands clenched into tight fists as I tried to abate the sensations his touch elicited. The shock of his gentle and sweet touch was unexpected. My body wanted it, craved it, and responded to it. The war of rebellion and logic filled my mind and threw me into involuntary compliance. I parted my lips and softly kissed him back. He paused for a moment, taking his lips away from me. The smooth touch of his fingers grazed the swell of my lips, allowing me to taste my arousal from his fingertips. The moment I licked my lips, he pressed his lips fully against mine and kissed me with a hungry need that stole my breath. I moaned against his mouth as he devoured me with a meticulous skill. When his tongue found its way inside, I was completely disarmed.

I felt him grow between my legs. The head of his cock throbbed at my slit, almost urging its way inside of me. His weight lifted from the top of me and a tickling touch worked its way down my sternum, pressing against the erratic movement of my chest and the fast pacing of my heart. I felt the bed dip and his soft lips suckling my neck. Hands surrounded my breasts, squeezing the curvature and circling in light tickling motions around my nipples. My hips bucked, responding to the curing touch of his fingertips and his lips.
 

His mouth swayed against my sternum, finding my breasts and the warmth and wetness of his mouth gently surrounded the tautness of my nipples. As he sucked with his tongue flittering around, the nubs began to harden inside his warm, wet mouth. He spread my legs wider, pushing me against the limits of my restraints. His warm lips found their way to my face again and his hardness slowly inched inside of me.

I tensed against the restraints, the chains clanking with my movement. I felt full of him and completely aroused. When he completely withdrew, the sounds of my wet sex resounded in the air. He plunged forward again, driving fully inside me, evoking a whimpering moan from deep inside my chest.
 

He pushed in again, stretching me open. I sucked my teeth as the head pushed through. Grabbing the back of my head, he forced my neck to crane. My breath and his danced with one another, setting the heat between us to a level above comfort. His breath stopped and his hips pushed against mine, flexing and relaxing, pushing into me in a spine-tingling rhythm.

It didn’t matter if it was true or not. I felt wanted and tender—special—with the care he took to make sure he didn’t hurt me. He made my body respond in ways that devoured what Noah had done to my body before. He was surreal in the way he took me.

I cried out, forgetting to express agony instead of pleasure. My body felt too good to allow my mouth to lie. I didn’t care about the consequences; I couldn’t in that moment. Reven’s strokes inside me were felt through every single nerve. They were cured and purged of the sins committed against my body before.
 

The friction threw me into a territory unknown; my body began to quake. Fear took hold as I didn’t know what was happening to me. His weight shifted and he drove into me faster and harder. His hips slammed into mine, increasing the feeling more than I thought possible.

A gulp mixed with a squeal made me choke. Tears flooded my eyes, dampening the blindfold. He rode me fast, hard, mimicking the way Noah took me above the theater, but this time, the pleasure was delightfully excruciating.

My core began to throb and contract around him, milking him. It hit me hard, forcing my body to completely tense up and succumb to euphoria.
 

My hips bucked wildly as much as they could against him with the restraints on my ankles, wanting the feeling to never end. With his fingers in my hair, he forced my neck to arc and bit me hard enough to draw blood as my arousal doused us both.
 

Stilling his movements, he held me, waiting for my body to calm. His hand pressed against my sternum, pressing down, helping me to find my calmer breaths. His weight shifted until I could no longer feel him anywhere on my body. The abrupt touch at my ankles startled me. He reached up again, pressing his hand against my sternum and waited.
 

I nodded, giving him permission. My ankles were unbound and my legs were repositioned, directing my upper half to swing to the right. He tucked my knees pushing them up toward my torso. The bed dipped again and the position of my left arm was moved, allowing my legs to fall completely to the right side of my body and rest against the bed. I felt him hover over me, the clinking of something beside the bed. Something quietly snapped; wet and thick liquid doused the side of my behind and slid down to the cleft of my ass. His fingers lay there, massaging the tight hole. When I felt the head of his cock at the opening, I tensed.
 

His warm hand rested against my sternum, pressing down, waiting until I relaxed. He pushed more and more of his cock inside and I tried to relax, remembering the only time that area was ever explored. All was quickly set aside when his fingers probed my slit, dipping inside, withdrawing and entering slowly, then another finger manipulated my clit.

My body became weakened, relenting to his skilled touch. His body dipped forward, his mouth found mine. His tongue explored every area of my mouth and his hips pushed, slipping fully inside.
 

He fucked me with his tongue, fingers, and cock all at once. Every part of me was filled, and my senses were overloaded. I whimpered and cried, begged for it to never end. My walls clenched around his fingers, ready to succumb again. A hand reached up to grip my free hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, grasping it tightly. He released a strangled and quiet groan. He leaned forward quickly, biting my shoulder, breaking skin until I winced and quietly protested. He pushed his cum inside me and pumped me full.

He quickly moved my body, ensuring I laid back and weaved his arms underneath me. With his ragged breaths, his chest pressed hard against my breasts.

He kissed me tenderly, increasing the intensity every time I responded and kissed him back. He continued to kiss me until my mouth was pleasantly sore and swollen.
 

Leaving me completely sated, he lifted from the bed. The quick rustle of clothing and the padding of bare feet on the floor were background noises to my quiet, breathy pants. The quiet click of the door closing pulled me out of my calm state.
 

Realizing one of my hands was free enough to move around and unchain myself, I did so quickly. Lifting the blindfold from my eyes, I quietly slipped off the bed and reached for the dress strewn across the chair in the sitting area. The slight discomfort he left me with when he explored a neglected area wasn’t enough to bother me. In fact, it was barely felt.

The moment I opened the door, I was faced down by Jayme, standing on the other side.

She glared at me, her eyes narrowing.

I had no idea how long she’d been standing out there and if she saw Reven leave. Either way, I felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry, Jayme—”

Jayme obviously decided she didn’t care when she smirked and shook her head at me. As she walked away, she muttered, “Hypocrites and liars,” and disappeared down the hall.

Looking guiltily down between my legs, the burn between my thighs made me pull them together. He’d evoked an array of responses from my body, even if my mind couldn’t follow.

Nadine was right in what she said to me many days—or months ago. She was right about this place. But, the man who touched me…I wasn’t sure if he could’ve fit the category of a cleverly cloaked foe. What bothered me the most was that I couldn’t fathom how a man like Reven could’ve been with me like he had. The man who was with me clearly felt something for me. I could feel it deep within my gut with every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. I touched my sore lips, wondering if it was all just an act to make me think that way.

I looked back at Reven’s closed bedroom door, reminded of the ugliness contained within the pretty walls; the place and everything in it were just an illusion, hiding a very sinister truth.

I
WANTED
last night to be a distant memory, but it became the only thing I could hold on to. The man I was with had taken a slow, seductive possession of my body, making it difficult to quell or dissipate the growing need he placed inside me. The memory of last night was stuck inside my mind, replaying over and over again at a constant interval. The details changed and I was without a blindfold, seeing Noah above me, feeling him inside me.
 

I pushed out the thought of it being Noah, but it didn’t make any sense or feel right when I tried to insert Reven in the picture. The night felt familiar but so different.
 

It was difficult to believe a man like Reven could make me feel the things I did last night. His narcissistic nature would never have made the night about my pleasure. I didn’t think he would ever have taken his time and been gentle with me, making me feel…beautiful.