Midnight Legacy (Midnight Dynasty Book 3)

by CR Robertson

  Shit, that made me so hot that I wanted to fall to my knees right now.

  His lips crashed into mine and the world stopped spinning. He consumed all my oxygen until I was left gasping in his arms. His eyes were blazing pools of desire as they burned deep into my soul.

  Without another word, he released my wrists to grab my hand and drag me back into the main area where the others were still exploring the elaborate maze. My legs were shaky and my head light, my heart beating a rapid staccato.

  “This concludes our tour for the evening,” Charles said somewhere to my right. “Please feel free to come back and join any of the group participations. The Midnight Maze will open for your enjoyment at ten this evening.”

  He opened a door and light flooded into the dimly lit area, startling and disorientating me. Megan came out of a room behind us, giggling and straightening her dress. Jordan emerged behind her, adjusting his belt.

  I glared at my smug husband who’d denied me an orgasm. Xavier’s lips twitched before he bit down on his swollen bottom lip. My pussy was officially the cat who didn’t get the cream. A mutiny rose deep in my belly as I pushed past Xavier on my way out.

  “I’ll catch up with you later,” he said behind me with a deep laugh. “Looks like someone needs an attitude adjustment.”

  I didn’t bother to stop or look behind me. Irrational had become my middle name lately, but the thought of being denied when Megan hadn’t made my blood boil.

  The room door slammed behind me and I pressed my head to the wall. My gaze slowly moved to the door as it opened, and Xavier stepped through.

  “I’m the only one with access to this room,” I stuttered.

  He waved a plastic key card in the air. “I own this building and have the master key that opens any room.”

  “Fuck off,” I huffed.

  He moved quicker than I gave him credit for, his hand wrapping around my throat. “You need to calm down right now!”

  I should be enraged, but my panties were soaked. This was the side of Xavier that excited me—when he was completely in control and not prepared to relinquish an inch of it. Every piece of him was alpha male, and he knew how to manipulate me into a pliable mass of hormones.

  His lips hovered over mine. “Did you think I wanted to fuck you in that place where everyone could hear us? Did you want me to take you like you were nothing more than an itch that needed scratched?”

  My mouth fell open as his eyes bored into mine.

  “You belong only to me, Cassandra, and I will never allow anyone to touch or even revel in your reaction. When that ring found its home on your finger, I became the master of your pleasure.”

  I would have swallowed if I’d been able to move my throat in any way.

  “On your knees, Cassandra.” He released me and I instinctively sank to my knees in front of him. Xavier rarely called me Cassandra. That person died in a car crash and Cas had emerged. On his lips, it sounded foreign and erotic.

  His fingertips caressed the side of my cheek. “Your ass is going to hold the blush of my hand for that little temper tantrum.”

  I wanted to crawl over to the bed and present myself to him.

  Xavier walked over to the table at the side of the room. A bottle of whiskey and an ice bucket sat there. I hadn’t ordered it, so he’d obviously decided to customise the room to his specifications.

  “On the bed, ass in the air,” he commanded.

  I stood on shaky legs. Each step made me feel vulnerable. My sexy dress weighed me down and sickness churned in my stomach. Normally he would be joking by now, pressing kisses to my mouth. Instead, his expression was dark, his eyes watching my every move as he sipped his whiskey.

  The thought of asking him what my safe word was in this place flitted through my head. Cautiously, I crawled onto the bed, chewing the side of my mouth. Confusion washed over me, and I kept my eyes down.

  His hand smoothing over my ass made me jump because I was stuck in my head. “Open your legs.”

  I silently obeyed.

  Xavier slipped my lace panties down to my knees, his fingers caressing over the heated flesh between my legs. A gasp escaped when a cold object slid over my clit, freezing it. Xavier pushed the ice cube up into my core and my eyes widened and my legs trembled.

  He knelt beside me, his breath fanning my cheek. “Keep that in there.” He positioned me so that I was lying across his lap, the tip of his finger moving up and down my ass crack. “You’ve been a bad girl, Cassandra.”

  I whimpered when the ice cube moved, and my internal muscles contracted around it.

  The first slap on my ass startled me, and I jolted. He smoothed the sting with his hand. The second on the other cheek smarted, and my hands grasped the bedclothes. Melting ice cube trickled down my leg. He alternated my spanking between ass cheeks until they were on fire and that familiar burn started in my lower stomach. The heat he generated continued to melt the ice cube until I was wet and cold but burning with desire.

  Xavier set me on the bed on my hands and knees, my internal muscles trembling with the effort of keeping the ever-decreasing ice cube inside me. Without warning, he surged deep into me, forcing my body forward. My arms gave way and I landed on my face on the bed. A muffled gasp escaped me as his hands grasped my hips. Xavier was relentless, his pace and his angle making me mewl and arch my spine.

  My panties ripped and my legs widened to allow his onslaught.

  I’d been aroused for so long that the pressure fermented inside me, stoked with every push of his hips against mine. His anger made him feel bigger around and inside me. Every thrust was slow and so deep that I felt him in my soul.

  His punishment was exquisite torture. Every time my core began to pulse as an orgasm approached, he held himself still and oh-so deep that he imprinted himself on me. His piercing made me want to weep as it rubbed the length of my core in his own personal signature.

  “Please, Xavier,” I whispered, my fingers contracted in the bedding.

  His fingers in my hair hauled me back until he could see into my eyes. “I am king of this world. Never forget that.” His lips descended on mine and he rotated his hips so that his cock massaged me deep inside.

  I moaned and allowed him to pillage me as his willing victim.

  Xavier released me to grab my hips, his thrusts bruising with their intensity. The burning embers of desire roared into life, pounding through my veins and culminating deep in my stomach. My legs widened as I felt his cock throbbing. Xavier released inside me as I screamed my orgasm, milking every drop of cum from him.

  Perspiration coated my body and my limbs no longer held my weight as I collapsed. Xavier fell on top of me, his body pressing me into the bed.

  My heart beat rapidly, my breath swift and shallow. I had no idea what had just happened, but my core continued to contract around him.

  “Fuck, baby.” He sounded more like my Xavier, but I lay stunned under him.

  When he pulled out of me, a mixture of his release and the ice cube ran down my leg.

  I opened my mouth to say something, but snapped it shut again.

  Xavier rolled me onto my back, and I stared up at him. His hands removed his mask and he changed from the stranger who’d just fucked me into the mattress into my husband. His eyes ran over me, assessing my reaction.

  Slowly, I pushed myself up into a seated position. My fingers couldn’t untie the mask as it was tangled in my hair. His hands stilled mine and took over the task.

  “Cas, I…” He halted, his eyes darting to the side.

  I stood on trembling legs until we faced each other. “I booked this room because I wanted you to show me your world before I had to hide and let you protect our family. This is who you are, Xavier, you need never apologise for that.”

  He still stood dressed in his dark suit, only his trousers open. His hands slipped into his pockets and he stared at the floor. “I want to be a better man for you.”

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You k
eep saving me, let me do the same for you.”

  He stared down at me, his expression dark and unreadable.

  “This room is ours for the entire night,” I coaxed him. “It even has access to a jacuzzi that I paid extra for.”

  His lips twitched.

  “If it makes you feel better, I’ll tie you to the restraints and spank you.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the light burning in his eyes said he would enjoy that.

  His hand finally came out of his pocket and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “What am I supposed to do with you?” The question seemed to be directed more to himself than me.

  I grabbed his face between my hands. “Love me. It’s as simple as that.”

  “I keep messing this up,” he admitted in a low voice.

  “Then try harder because this won’t get easier when Bubble arrives.”

  He took a staggered breath and held it in for several seconds before releasing it in a hiss. “You’re too good for me.”

  “Do you want me to run away again?”

  He stared down at me in horror. “Fuck, no!”

  “Then stop pushing me away. This only works if we share the good and the bad with each other.”

  “Some days it feels like you’re the good and I’m the bad.” His voice was barely a whisper. His gaze darkened until it held the sadness of the world.

  I grabbed his black tie, dragging his head down until our eyes were level with each other. “Tonight is a celebration and you promised me at least three orgasms, so snap out of it. Carly lamented the loss of you as a Dom in The Twilight Rooms, and I wanted to rip her eyes out.” I deliberately pressed into his strength. “Show me, Zee. Show me what it’s like to be your submissive.”

  He blinked once, staring at me as if he was trying to see inside my head. “Those other women meant nothing to me,” he said slowly. “When I was with them, I wanted control because my life was a crazy, fucked up place that was spiralling out of control.”

  My forehead pressed into his. “And now?”

  “Now I have everything I want. I have no problem making you submit to me because you’re mine, but never ask me to treat you the way I did those women.”

  His hands landed on my hips to curve around my ass, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around him. Our breaths mingled since we were pressed together.

  “Take your clothes off, baby,” he said against my lips. “Show me what’s mine.”

  I slowly slipped to the floor, feeling slightly shy even though he’d seen me naked constantly at the beginning since we were like randy rabbits at mating season.

  Xavier sat in the chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand watching me.

  “Slowly,” he instructed, his eyes never leaving me even as he sipped his drink.

  My corset laced up the front, and I pulled the ribbon out with trembling fingers. There was something intrinsically erotic in removing your clothes for someone else’s pleasure.

  “Play with your breasts,” Xavier instructed as the corset fell to the floor. “Make sure you tug your nipples the way I would.”

  I’d masturbated before, but it never included breast stimulation. My fingers were hesitant at first, but when my eyes locked with his, I almost felt his energy flowing into me. I pinched and twisted my nipples, my teeth biting into my bottom lip.

  “The skirt next,” Xavier said, his voice husky.

  The tassel skirt attached to the bottom of the corset to form a dress. There was only a headband and the fibres that moved when I walked. It fell to the floor in a shimmering cascade, leaving me naked except my stockings since he’d ripped my panties earlier.

  “On the bed, legs open. I want to watch how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

  My eyes cut to the bed. No one had ever seen me do what he asked. It was always under the duvet with the lights off and my trusty vibrator in my hand.

  “Bed,” he snapped. “Now!”

  I scurried to the bed and was about to take my shoes off.

  “The shoes stay on.”

  The ceiling had a huge mirror over the bed, and I lay staring at myself with my legs spread wide and my fingers tentatively seeking the still damp flesh between my thighs. Xavier’s cum was still on my skin and I dragged in a steadying breath.

  My clit was sensitive from the previous orgasm, and my ass still tingled from where he’d spanked me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on sensation alone. My fingers skimmed over my mound, dipping into the valley that contained my clit and opening. I drew small circles on my clit, my index finger dipping into my pussy every so often.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re never going to get off like that.” His hand covered mine and he added pressure, pushing down on my clit before circling it. My hips jolted and my mouth fell open. My eyes flashed to the image above me of my husband in a perfect black suit, his hand guiding mine.

  I was so close that I could feel my orgasm cresting toward me when he stopped. My gaze snapped to him in accusation. He shrugged. “You wanted to know what I was like as a Dom. My subs weren’t allowed to come unless I commanded it. I could keep them on edge for hours until they were pleading with me to let them come. On your feet, baby.” His hand around my wrist helped to drag me up.

  He walked me backward with his hands on my waist. Xavier strapped my ankles, thighs, waist, wrists, and biceps to the square wooden frame that had a plus and multiply symbol melded together in a wooden star with cuffs attached. My neck was secured with a strap with Velcro on it. The control panel at the side allowed Xavier to manipulate the rack to whatever angle he wanted.

  Xavier stood in front of me to survey his work, his head tilted slightly to the side. He turned on his heel and went to recover his glass, fishing an ice cube out with two fingers.

  My spread legs wanted to clamp together to ensure it didn’t get stuck in my pussy again. His lips tilted up in a salacious smile at my reaction.

  “It’s okay, this one is for outside use.” He caressed my skin with the ice cube, goosebumps rising where he touched. My nipples hardened and went numb as he held it in place. When he removed it, his mouth replaced it to suck hard. The cold and hot mixture made me moan in need. He did the same to the other nipple until I squirmed under his touch.

  Xavier pressed the ice to my clit, and I gasped, my body trying to shy away from the cold sensation. He gently rotated it until I was freezing and numb. He fell to his knees, sucking my clit in between his teeth, his tongue flicking furiously.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my fingers opening and closing at the feeling he invoked.

  His chuckle ripple across my flesh and I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold his head right there.

  “Uh uh uh. No orgasm for you just yet,” he admonished, pressing a quick kiss to my open lips.

  I was sure that I was about to cry.

  He pulled a lever and the frame moved forward. Xavier stepped behind me, the ice tracing over my spine and making me shiver. Xavier kissed every vertebra as he followed it down my back. My eyes fluttered closed as I relaxed into his touch and the feel of the ice. Without warning, he shoved it between my ass cheeks, my gasp echoing around the room.

  “Clench and keep it in there, or my dick will show you another use for your ass.”

  My teeth bit into my lips to stop me from crying out. I desperately tried to keep that ice in there even as it numbed my muscles. Xavier moved in front of me, his fingers skimming my clit.

  “You’re evil,” I muttered.

  “This is tame, baby. You should be grateful I didn’t stick beads or a butt plug up there.”

  I stood on my tiptoes to try and escape his insistent fingers, my ass clamped shut. The mood he was in, there was no doubt in my head that he would follow through with his threat and use tonight to introduce me to anal sex.

  I hung helplessly as he poured whiskey down my body, his tongue following to lap it off me, ensuring that he lavished attention on where it pooled between my legs. He poured more bet
ween my breasts and followed it down my body again, stimulating me with every sweep of his tongue and brush of his hand.

  “Zee,” I pleaded.

  He glanced up at me from between my legs, a dark smile curving his full lips. “You want more?”

  I wanted to run as fast as my ridiculous heels could carry me before I lost my mind.

  He wandered to an inbuilt unit on the far wall, opening it to retrieve some items that he brought back to me. He held a bottle up. “This is an erotic massage oil that will heat you up since the ice has left you cold.”

  He poured some of the gel on two fingers before rubbing it between my legs. It was cold at first, before slowly starting to heat until I was squirming. The ice between my ass cheeks clattered to the floor.

  Xavier tutted and stare at it sadly. “What a pity. Your ass almost made it through tonight.”

  I didn’t care about my ass anymore. I desperately needed that ice to put on my blazing pussy. The burn made me want to cross my legs because it permeated my nerve endings and made me want to mount Xavier and ride him until I exploded. I’d never felt anything like it before in my entire life.

  “Zee…” I writhed, trying to find something to grind against for friction, but I was hanging here at his mercy.

  He squirted some more gel on his fingers, and I whimpered when he rubbed it between my ass cheeks. It was worse than an itch that I couldn’t reach.

  My heart fluttered at the look on his face. He reached for a black silk scarf to tie around my eyes. “Just feel me,” he whispered against my lips.

  There was no escape, nowhere to go, and my body was slowly coming undone.

  Something bristly prickled over my skin as Xavier swept it over my stomach. I jolted at the unfamiliar sensation.

  “Easy, baby. I can’t use the full range of tools for abrasion since you’re pregnant. This allows your skin to be sensitive. It wakes up the nerve endings and opens your mind to pleasure.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “A loofah. Sometimes we use sandpaper or brushes, but tonight I just want to give you a taste.” He moved it in sweeping motions on the underside of my arms and under the orbs of my breasts. The sensation was unfamiliar at the start, but as he continued my body became accustomed to it.