Page 60 of Retaliation
“No, sweetheart, you won’t. Not unless you want me to let Typhon punish you instead. And I promise you, it will hurt. Now change into your next costume.”
She slammed her hands on her hips. “You’re not leaving?”
I pulled up my pants, secured the belt, and leaned against the wall. “No.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sara
Irolled my eyes for the millionth time. Andras really brought out the brat in me.
“Fine, then be useful. Untie me.” I turned around as Andras stalked toward me, tugging on the strings of my corset.
“I’d prefer to tie you up,” he muttered, his lips brushing against my neck.
I shivered, imagining myself tied up and at his mercy. I’d never in my life thought being tied up was attractive, nor did I trust anyone enough to do it. So why did the idea of letting Andras bind me sound so appealing?
Something was changing inside me, and I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing. My corset came loose, and I let it fall to the floor as I stepped behind my three-panel room divider to change. The dress I chose for my next song was new, and I finally had the perfect excuse to wear it. The floor-length gown was made of sparkling burgundy fabric. The halter neckline dipped low between my breasts, and the back was entirely open, the fabric sitting just above the curve of my ass. A long slit ran up my right leg, making it easier to walk in the form-fitting gown. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting the soft waves fall around my shoulders. I was going back to blue for this performance. I stepped out from behind the divider, and Andras looked up, his eyes going wide as he drank me in. He cleared his throat, and I twirled.
“What do you think?” I asked, trying my hardest to look nonchalant while his piercing eyes burned through my skin.
Andras stepped toward me, brushing the icy hair off my shoulder and making me shiver. “Tu es magnifique, mon ange.”
I stared up into his dark eyes, waiting for the punchline, but he simply stared right back. His fingers traced my jawline, my lips. My breathing grew shallow under the intensity of his gaze. As much as I loved the pain and roughness his hands offered, the light touches against my skin did things to my soul I was definitely not ready to acknowledge.
“Sometimes I think you are an angel, sent down to bring me to my knees. Is that what you are, belle femme?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper.
I swallowed audibly, unable to respond. So I deflected with humor and shrugged it off. “Perhaps. Speaking of getting on your knees, can you put my heels on? It’s difficult to bend over in this gown.”
Andras thankfully didn’t call me out, but instead grabbed the gold strappy heels and knelt at my feet. He slipped the stilettos onto my feet, caressing my ankles. The dress slipped to the side, revealing my right leg up to my hip while my stiletto rested on his knee. Andras slid his hand up my thigh, moving slowly, bringing his lips to my skin. I slammed my hand to his chest as his hand nearly reached between my thighs.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Andras,” I whispered, heat building in my core as my body burned for release.
He gazed up at me, and my breath caught at the beautiful god on his knees before me. His hand moved again, sliding between my thighs. Andras cursed, finding me bare beneath my gown as his fingers dipped inside my very fucking wet pussy. I clamped down around his fingers and moaned, grinding against his hand. My nails dug into his shoulder as his thumb circled my clit.
“Andras,” I pleaded, throwing my head back and squeezing my breasts to relieve some of the tension. “Please.”
“Only because you beg so prettily, angel,” Andras hummed, his voice like velvet. “I like the sound of my name on your lips when you beg me. Do it again”
His fingers curled inside me, thrusting in and out, his thumb circling my clit. I moaned, saying his name over and over again and bucking my hips to match his rhythm. I was close. So close.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Andras growled the command as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I cried out, the orgasm blasting through me. He gripped my thigh, thrusting his tongue inside me as I clamped down around his fingers and my legs shook.
Andras slid his fingers out of my pussy and sucked them into his mouth, making my face heat. “Delicious, just like angel cake.”
I laughed and blushed like the virgin I most definitely wasn’t, then nearly jumped out of my skin at the knock on my door.
“Five minutes, Sara!” the stage manager called out.
Andras stood, adjusted my dress, and dropped a gentle kiss on my lips. “I look forward to more time spent between your thighs, Sara Braun.”
He stepped out of the room, leaving me reeling from the orgasm he finally took from my body.
I quickly reapplied my burgundy lipstick and powdered my face. I spritzed cucumber water down my throat to combat dry mouth. Then, I added the final prop, a pair of devil horns. I smirked to myself, and butterflies filled my belly at the thought of the four monsters waiting for me.
I stepped up to the curtain, giving the manager a thumbs up. There were three musicians on stage with me and no backtracks. This performance would be acoustic. My favorite vintage mic stood at center stage under a dark-purple spotlight. A fog machine produced wisps of gray smoke that coated the stage. I stepped out, gliding up to the mic. The crowd hushed, already mesmerized by the performance as the accompanists began to play. The music touched my soul, and I swayed to the sounds before I began to sing “I Put a Spell on You.”
