“Yes, Lady,” he said.
“Can you oversee the Second Circle for a few hours?”
Hours!?
“Of course, Lady.” Drago glanced at Evie, and he actually looked sympathetic. A truly horrifying reaction.
“Excellent.” Natalya started pulling Evie towards a hallway lined with black doors. “I need to make sure sweet Evie remembers her manners in the future. I have a feeling she’ll need a good,longlesson.”
Faint laughter could be heard as Natalya led Evie away from the main room. She sighed in relief at being away from the crowd. Then she tensed back up as she realized she was alone with a very annoyed, verystrongNatalya.
“Where are we going?” Evie’s voice trembled as she spoke.
“Patience is a true virtue, darling. One you are clearlyalsolacking.” Natalya pulled her close, making Evie stumble. “You just keep finding ways to dig your grave deeper, don’t you?”
Natalya picked up a small bag from a side cabinet before heading further down the hallway. The bag rattled.
“Natalya, please. I was just—”
“You areinsistingon annoying me tonight.” She leaned close to Evie’s ear, her voice near a snarl. “If you refer to me as anything other than Mistress again, I won’t just be annoyed. The stages are still available. I’ll have you on every one of them until you’re screaming loudly enough that the people in the club above can hear you.”
Evie gulped. She thought she’d experienced most facets that made up ‘Mistress Natalya,’ but she had obviously still been in the shallow part of the pool. Her own damn mouth had thrown her into the deep end, and it was like she’d forgotten how to swim.
She needed to curse out Lily the next time she saw her.
Natalya led her into a room, and Evie was surprised about the interior. She’d expected something fitting Natalya’s threatening tone. Something dungeon-like, with stone walls and chains affixed to the floor.
They were in a room with red walls and a huge circular bed in the center. Around it, facing the bed, were leather couches and chairs, all in black to match the bedsheets.
It was a beautiful room. Just like Natalya, it was a beauty filled with dark promises, as Evie was quickly reminded of when the door slammed shut.
They were alone. Evie was in a closed room with an angry succubus who could produce pleasure so intense it made people go mad.
“Why did you feel the need to be so rude in front of my subjects?” Natalya wasn’t smiling anymore. She hadn’t been smiling for a while. Her eyes were hard, and her hand had yet to release Evie’s neck.
“I…” Evie swallowed. Why had she ever thought this was a good idea? “I wanted to… I wanted you to—”
“You wanted to force my hand. You want me to fuck you. You want me to make you fall apart. A desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
Evie looked up at Natalya, wide-eyed and breathing heavily. Natalya squeezed her harder, making her whimper.
“Aren’t youdesperatefor me to bring you pleasure?”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
She hovered her hand over Evie’s chest. “You want me to touch you here?”
Evie nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
She lowered her hand until it was just over Evie’s mound. “Here?”
“Yes. Please, Mistress.”
“It’s too late for begging, darling. It won’t get you anywhere.” Natalya leaned close to her ear. “Kneel on the bed.”
Natalya let her go, and the absence of her intense touch made Evie gasp. She took a second to just breathe, resting on thefact that she really had made a terrible decision tonight, before obeying the command.
She got on the bed, watching as Natalya pulled bundles of red rope from the bag she’d brought. She approached the bed with the lethal grace of a predator cat.
