Priscilla

S5 ⭑ Episode Nine

"You knowing I see all the things that imply,
You secretly are in love..."
♪ This Is What It Feels Like • BANKS

SPOILED

Halen's jade gaze in the dull red light that glows from the back-lit bar isn't a threat, it's a promise.

The cross your heart and hope to die kind of oath. Eternal. Binding. Through sweat. Spit. Tears. Kisses. An oath to me. To him. To the staring cameras. To Fox. An oath to touch me. Hurt me. Fuck me. Wreck me.

With me over his shoulder, Halen walked into Bellrock. Like it was a stick-up, he pulled out a pistol and said: "Keys. Out." and Tim and Darren, the only left staff, were stumbling out of the door with clenched fists. My heart was in my ears, my tongue, and my throat, just as it is now; adrenaline coursing through my veins.

My live, grainy reflection plays on the flat screen TV above the bar and every time I get a glimpse of myself, my stomach twists a little tighter, like a wrung-out wet cloth. With a cold inhale and a sharp exhale, my breathing is the loudest thing in the room.

My inner thighs swell with hot wetness that slips and drips down my thighs. Seeing Halen circling the room like a vulture setting up the cameras so eagerly is making me just as so. The way he stares at me through the lens of each one - he's eating me with his eyes. He's violently excited, violently motivated, and it's so sexy.

My mouth is still taped shut and I'd rip it off and let free these pleads caged in my throat if I could move my hands, but I can't. Halen traded in my zip-ties for leather cuffs. Much less fashionable. Much more sadistic. Much tighter. Especially tied to the legs of the cold oakwood table beneath me.

But although I'm bound and brewing in a dazed state of submission, I know I have all of the power in the room. I'm his fetish. And I wear the title like a crown.

"Are you ready for the show, Priscilla?" Halen's unnerving, gruff voice cuts through me when it slyly approaches above, my name sticking to the roof of his mouth like thick sap. I can't help but whimper in response when I tilt my head back to see his upside down masked face and rippled, chiseled stomach in the shadows of his unbuttoned dress shirt.

Tempted hands behind his back, he smiles cunningly and leans down, nudging his nose over my chin and ghosting his lips over my duct-taped mouth. I feel his tongue slide and swirl over the tape, teasing me with the numbed barrier before he closes it in a noisy, wet kiss that I wish so desperately I could feel fully.

More whimpers tumble out of me in bursts like soft sobs and I clench my fists, spreading my free legs apart and pushing my hips up in his direction. Only to be ignored.

Halen tears his lips away like I've burned him and cups around my face to gently stroke my cheeks with his thumbs, "Oh, I know. I know you want me. But not yet, all right? Ten minutes. We have to wait for all of our guests to queue in. We wouldn't want them missing anything, would we? They are so loyal and doting, and so excited to watch us play. To watch you spill honey all over my cock."