BET

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kasia

Down the hallway that I was previously headed to, Simon seems to know his way better than I do. One of the first doors that we walk up to, he opens quickly and peers inside before ducking his head back out and gesturing for me to walk in. He follows quickly after me and shuts the door.

The room that he chose doesn't seem to be the bathroom, like I might have thought, but a small closet that is filled with shelves and other storage items. Thankfully there is a lock on the door that he turns quickly before facing me again.

He doesn't rush towards me like I expect him to, like I am used to with Simon. All of our interactions thus far have been quick and feverish. His hands always seem to be the roughest out of all the guys, his voice the most demanding. But not this time. Now, he strides over to me slowly and reaches for my face like he did just before we came into this closet, kissing me just as gently.

I get the urge to ask him if he is alright, if there is something going on with him that is causing him to act so differently tonight. But when he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and his fingers graze over my sides, I lose all of those thoughts. I decide that if there is something making him act differently right now, I don't care to bring it up until afterwards. This Simon might be one that I am not used to, but it doesn't mean that I enjoy this any less than his normal demeanor.

His lips are hot on mine and when his tongue slips in between them, licking into my mouth, I can taste wine. Thick, dark wine like he was truly drinking the holy communion just before this. It is intoxicating, making me feel lightweight and drunk despite not ingesting anything alcoholic all evening. I drink in the feeling though, my fingers moving over the expanse of his chest and reaching for the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin on mine.

He gives me the opposite, pulling away from the kiss and my body. I don't have a moment to miss the heat of him before my eyes focus on his motions, his hands moving towards his belt and undoing the buckle. I have to stop myself from reaching my hands towards it too, to double the amount of effort going into getting his pants off so he can be closer to me again.

Instead, Simon fights off any help I might think to provide, his belt slipping free with expert fingers. He steps closer to me, using his domineering body to push me backwards until my spine presses against one of the metal shelves in the room.

He reaches for my hands next, and before I can even process what is happening, he is binding my wrists with his belt. My breath quickens with being so quickly restrained, but he doesn't stop there. He lifts my now bound wrists above my head and connects the belt to the shelf behind me, the metal of the buckle clanking against the shelf and sealing me in.

I pull at the restraints, not because I want to free myself, but because I can't believe how quickly he was able to secure me like that with only one thin piece of leather. I grip it tight between my fingers, holding on and realizing how vulnerable I have just become. My feet are barely grazing the floor beneath me with how high he suspended my hands. The nun costume that I wear is slowly riding up on my shaking thighs, which I just now seem to remember are completely bare since I loaned Juliette my stockings for her costume earlier.

Simon watches me with an interesting fascination, like he also can't believe he was able to get me in this position so quickly. As if something overtook his body in that moment and now he is here to reap the benefits from it. He steps closer to me and I pull against the restraints unconsciously, wanting nothing more than to be able to reach him. For him to touch me.

"I told you it was too late for your salvation." he says, his voice like a demonic whisper in this small room, despite his costume.

A chill runs through me, starting at the base of my spine where the metal of the shelf cuts into my skin like a knife made of ice. It brings something out in me and I find myself ready to plead and beg for this salvation that he has already told me I lost.