by Abby Gale
I smiled.
Maya used to be like coal. Shapeless. Black. Worthless.
Beatrice was a diamond. Bright and cut to a unique shape under pressure and fire. Worthy of love. Beatrice was the proof that women could be transformed by the things they endured.
I smiled bigger, stood straighter as I looked at my reflection once more before leaving the bedroom I shared with Zeke. He was standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows of the living room in his black suit. I leaned against the wall and watched him for a while.
It was still hard to believe my first, and only dream came true, and I have a life I shared with him. A future awaited us.
I didn’t know a time I didn’t love him. Didn’t know a time when I didn’t dream a future with him. There had never been anyone else for me. Never. Not before or after he left me.
Love meant having him in my world.
“Don’t you plan on joining me?” his voice brought me to the moment.
With Zeke by my side, I had never wanted to leave the moment I was in. I loved my life. I loved living in the present. With him. In his arms.
“I like the view from here,” I said, letting my eyes roam over his body shamelessly.
A smirk appeared on his handsome face as he strolled toward me. My whole body shivered when he moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips. He leaned down close to my ear.
“You’re right. I like the view,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my neck.
I moaned. With one touch from him, my body turned into a puddle. There was a switch in me, and the controller was only in his hands. Rising on my toes, I pressed my body against his and held on tight to his shoulders for balance when he grabbed my ass.
“Let's go before I change my mind,” I said.
It was the time for Beatrice to enter the Inferno.
CHAPTER 32
ZEKE
A rush.
That was what I felt as I drove to the Inferno with Beatrice by my side. It was going to be like the first time.
We were at the club almost every night before she went to Florence before she left Maya behind. She loved being in here. I knew she felt as free as me in these walls. The members and staffs in here were family to her as much as they were to me. They knew Maya, and I were related, and they didn’t even bat an eyelash. I knew they were going to accept her with open arms again no matter what her name was.
That wasn’t the cause of the rush. It was the excitement of what I planned for my baby girl.
Holding her hand, I looked at her as we entered the club. She was glowing. Her beauty was breathtaking as she looked at me with happiness in her eyes. She walked toward the stairs, to my floor, to head for Circle 9, but I pulled her back to me.
“Won’t we go up?” she asked with her sultry voice that went straight to my dick.
I shook my head. I knew she was waiting for me to explain, but instead, I flushed our bodies, grabbing her amazing ass as we pressed into each other.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, nuzzling her neck. I couldn’t get enough of her smell, her taste, her. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I didn’t think a lifetime would ever be enough.
She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth mischievously before nodding. “More than I trust myself,” she whispered.
I had to close my eyes for a brief second to control the emotions she caused in me. I had to remind myself, I had a plan for her tonight, to make her rebirth special. But damn if she didn’t make it hard for me.
“Let’s go, then,” I murmured, guiding her toward Circle 1.
We’d tried many things since we got together and kept testing her limit for pain while we were in Florence. It turned out her need for pain wasn’t just her way of dealing with emotions, she loved pain as much as I liked to deliver it. The sharper the pain, the wetter she got. And she told me more than once, she didn’t want to hide what we had from the world, from anyone. That was the reason she left Maya behind. So, I was hoping she’d like my plan for the night.
I took her face between my palm before we enter the Circle 1.
“I know you want to show what we have, and I have an idea to make that happen, but it is totally up to you,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “Spill it, Zeke.”
“Would you like to do a performance tonight? On the stage?” I asked. I was both nervous and excited about her answer.
She didn’t answer me right away. I watched her face for a reaction. The seconds passed without her answer. I was about to take my offer back when her face finally broke into a huge grin.
“Yes!” she breathed out, kissing me with hunger that caused me to really consider having her right then and there, but she pulled away before I could have a chance to act on my thoughts. “Let’s go in,” she said, pushing the door, and pulling me behind her.
People gathered in groups, talking, and laughing freely. Someone would’ve easily mistaken here for a cocktail salon by the look of it. No one was naked, nobody was having sex, people weren’t even making out.
Beatrice turned to me, frowning. “Why is everyone dressed?” she whispered.
I laughed, pulling the attention toward us. “It’s a performance night, and since it’ll be a special one, no one wants to miss it.”
“Special one?”
I smirked. “I have never given a performance before, baby.”
Her lips turned to a small o before she smiled, pleased with herself. “Let’s not make them wait any longer then,” she whispered, teasing my abs over my shirt.
“Demanding little minx,” I murmured as I walked her to the stage.
She looked at me over her shoulder, winking playfully and I just stopped in my tracks. Seeing her happy, carefree, and young gave me a satisfaction I could never describe with words. I pulled her toward me, feeling her soft curves mold into my arms as I cradled her face.
“God, I love you,” I whispered.
“Romantic. You’re losing your intimidating touch, Master Wyatt,” she said with a giggle.
I chuckled. “You’ll regret saying that.”
She stopped at the top of the stairs that led us to the stage, mischief in her eyes. “I’m counting on it.”
I chuckled and cleared my throat when I saw everyone was watching us.
“Good night, my friends,” I started. “Tonight is a very special night. I want to introduce you to someone you know, but also you don’t,” I smirked at my own poor vagueness. Pulling Beatrice closer, I introduced her, “This gorgeous lady here is Beatrice Florence. She is the most important thing in my life. She is my life, my love, my everything. And I know you’ll accept her with open arms.”
There was a short silence. I could see the understanding dawn on their faces. They knew Maya, they knew she was announced dead even though she came here to say her goodbyes. They knew so much but not every detail, and as I looked at them now, all I saw was acceptance in their smiles.
“It’s great to see you all again. I missed you,” Beatrice said, winking and waving, causing everyone to laugh.
As people occupied her, I went to check on my toys and smiled. After one last look at her, I darken the salon and let the spotlights fall on my angel.
Time for the show.
CHAPTER 33
BEATRICE
I gasped when everything darkened except the stage. The sexual tension suddenly gripped my body, lust filled my veins, and arousal pooled between my legs.
“Do you remember your safe word, little angel?” I heard Zeke’s voice behind me before I felt his body press on my back.
I bit my lip and nodded before whispering, “Inferno.”
He nuzzled, placing kisses until he reached my earlobe. I let out a small moan when he bit it.
“You can make this stop any second.”
“Zeke, I already know that,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He moved his hands on my sides. His touch sent tiny little electric shocks as I knew everyone was watching what he was doing to me.
; “Someone’s so eager for pain.”
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his neck for support.
“Yes. Make me bleed,” I whispered.
Blood used to be a scary thing until he became the one who delivered it. From his hands, pain and blood were the sexiest things.
I used to hurt myself to deal with what was happening in my life. Seeing that ruby colored liquid that gave us life was hypnotizing and numbing. But when Zeke made me bleed it was lust, excitement, trust, and liveliness that I felt. Every fiber in my body was alive when he did that, there was no place for numbness.
Somewhere in the background low music reached my ears. It was almost a holy music that passed through your skin and touched you on another level. I was surrounded by the tune even I could feel it in my bones. The intensity and holiness of the track made everything even more hypnotizing and seducing.
Zeke was silent. I was mute. The whole salon was thick with anticipation it almost felt like no one was breathing.
Closing my eyes, I only focused on Zeke’s feathery touches on my body over the fabric of my dress. His hands ran over my breasts, grazed the mound between my legs, and slid over the curve of my ass.
I shuddered when his fingers moved up to my spine until they reached the zipper of my dress. The material that hugged my skin opened eagerly to reveal my body to the only man it ever wanted and dreamed of touches from. And the touch came almost immediately. He moved his knuckles on my naked back as he peppered my neck with kisses. His lips moved down over my spine with the same sweet and tickling kisses. The way his mouth cherished me with care and softness caused my skin to erupt into goosebumps. My breath quickened. My stomach clenched with the hunger he awoke in me.
He knew I loved pain. I knew he loved to give it. But he always took his time to worship my body like it was his religion. And that… that only intensified my need, trust, and love for him.
My skin was tingling when he finally moved from my back to face me. All I saw in his gaze was love and passion, no words could possibly describe.
“I love you,” he whispered before pulling the fabric off my body, so it could pool around my feet.
Leaning close, he cradled my face and kissed me sweetly. His hands moved from my face to my shoulder and down my arms. He linked our hands and moved them over my head. I gasped when something smooth but strong wrapped around my wrists. Our lips separated then, and he tightened the leather around my wrists, looking at me with the mixture of lust and mischief.
Diving his head down, he teased my naked breasts. My nipples were achingly hard and needy for his attention, but he purposefully ignored them. I wanted to grab his head and guide his mouth to my nipples, but my tied hands weren’t any help. I groaned with frustration, and it only caused him to grab my ass and dig his fingers in enough to make his point.
Yeah. He was in control. I got it.
Every muscle in my body tensed with anticipation when his lips moved down from my breasts to my stomach and close to where I needed him the most. I sprea my legs when he crouched down in front of me to give him better access. But just like my nipples he ignored my pussy.
Standing on his feet, he walked away from me. I tried to see what he was doing, but that part of the stage was dark. When he appeared again, he was pulling something behind him, something that looked like a small dresser, but before I could study it, he distracted me with his body behind my back. Pushing my hips to his crotch, I sought more friction. I heard his chuckle behind me before he placed fabric over my eyes.
“Don’t you think it’d be better if you don’t see these people?” he whispered. “They’ll see you. They’ll see what I’m gonna do to you, but for you, it’s only me you should think of.”
I bit my lip, nodding. “Yes, Zeke.”
He didn’t want me to call him anything but his name. He said he only wants to be himself with me.
I felt his warmth behind me, his breath on my neck, and his touch on my stomach. But it wasn’t his hands I felt, it was something harder, scratchier. Like sandpaper. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a soft touch. It grazed my skin and awakened my senses even more, like a peeling. It left my body fresh, but also made it vulnerable or maybe sensitive would’ve been a better word. Whatever it was, I liked the strange sensation it caused.
“Your skin blooms,” he whispered to me and a moment later, I felt his touch on my shoulder blades. This time it was his hands that caressed me.
When he dropped his hands, I felt a soft wind of something that moved on my naked back.
“Take a deep breath,” he ordered, and the moment I did what I was told, I felt a sudden pain in my shoulder blade.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but it definitely felt like a needle.
“How does it feel?” he asked. His voice was strong and in control, but also concerned.
“Uncomfortable, but not bad,” I murmured.
“Another breath, baby,” he said, and I felt the same sharp sting again, but this time without the shock of the impact I felt the dark arousal of pain. It sizzled all over my body and pooled down between my legs. With every new needle, my stomach tightened, my breathing became heavier, and the throbbing in my clit got more demanding. I pressed my thighs together to create some friction as Zeke placed another needle.
The process continued until he pushed four needles on each shoulder blade. The sting of the bites turned into soft throbbing that made every nerve in my body go on alert. There must be something at the end of the needles because I was feeling something heavier than a few needles on my back. Something that felt like moving.
“What’s this?” I whispered.
He answered my question by pulling off the blindfold from my eyes. I expected my eyes to be hurt by some light, but the room was still dark except the stage. And the light on stage turned red. I studied my surroundings, realizing the movement of crimson lights seemed like fire. That was when I understood what was on my back. Zeke put angel wings on me. An angel in hell, that was how he always saw me.
Tears welled in my eyes with the emotions he made me feel. His love was purer and more intense than anything I could ever think of, and I would’ve fallen in love with him even if I had a thousand lives. With the feelings I had, my need for him intensified even more.
“Zeke, please,” I begged.
He placed a chaste kiss over the junction of my neck and shoulder. “I know baby, I know. But patience,” he told me, and I sensed him walk away.
When he was back, I drank in the way he looked. He unbuttoned his black shirt all the way, and I wanted to lick his abs with the way they taunted me. His erection was visible in his dark jeans, and he looked good enough to kill.
I was distracted by checking him out, I didn’t realize there was a device in his hand until he showed it to me. I knew what it was, I saw it was used in a scene here during one of my visits. The Wartenberg Wheel. The woman I saw in the scene seemed like she was enjoying it, but Zeke and I had never tried it.
I was excited, hoping it would hurt.
“Let’s see what this little toy will do,” Zeke smirked.
I gasped when he ran the wheel from the flare of my hips to the side of my breast. It wasn’t as sharp as needles. It hurt, but it was more like a nail graze. Since I discovered I enjoyed sharper pain, this was just a fun snack for me that left me panting for more.
“More,” I moaned, and he chuckled.
He moved the wheel around my navel and traced the curve of my breasts before coming closer to my right nipple. Circling my areola over and over again, the sensation built harder and deeper. The pain became more intense.
I was panting, the sweat covered my skin as every muscle in my body clenched with anticipation. I sucked in a breath when he rolled the toy over my taut and sensitive nipple.
He then moved it away from my body, causing me to let out a protesting noise. He chuckled and brought the toy close to my pussy. I held my breath with anticipation as I waited for his n
ext move. I moaned loudly when he pressed the wheel at the mound of my pussy. He moved it like he was trying to frame my skin. I couldn’t help but shudder each time he brought it close to my clit.
He leaned close to my ear to whisper, “I can smell your arousal. Your pretty cunt loves the pain I deliver, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “More. Please. More.”
But instead of giving me more, he dropped the toy and grabbed my ass. I let my head fall to his chest when he pressed his body against mine. In his arms, my skin sang a song like I was his instrument to play. His roaming hands were burning and freezing my body at the same time, giving a pleasure no toy could compete against.
“I need you,” I whispered, trying to press myself even closer to him.
“You’ll have me soon,” he whispered back and trailed his hand from my side to between our bodies. His fingers easily found the place that was burning for him. Spreading my folds, he moved from my entrance to my clit using just the right amount of pressure that would make me squirm. As he circled my clit, I bit my lip with the shuddering pleasure.
Just when I was ready to explode in his hands, he moved away from me, leaving me frustrated.
“Zeke!” I half-groaned half-begged, but my voice didn’t affect him as he casually walked back toward me with a pair of gloves in his hand this time.
“Did you like my new toy?” he asked, teasing me.
I didn’t understand how these could be considered as toys.
I mean… Leather gloves? Really?
My confusion and frustration grew as he only winked at me.
“What do you want?” he whispered, walking around me in circles as putting on the ‘toys.’.
“I want to come,” I snapped.
He chuckled. “You will.”
“I want to come now.”
He tutted. “Demanding little minx.”
“Zeke, please. If you don’t fuck me, at least... hurt me,” I said with desperation in my voice.
