Going Rogue

“What are you planning, beautiful?” Erik asked, amusement evident in his voice.

He probably wouldn’t find this funny once he noticed the cuffs were magic-proof. I stood in front of him and began to strip.

I noticed his pupils widen when I took my shirt off. My strategy was working.

“What happened to your leg?” he asked, sounding mildly concerned when I took my pants off.

“Just a little bite from a demon,” I giggled while I sat down on his lap, facing him.

“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered in his ear before I kissed him.

He fought for dominance with his tongue, and I felt him twist, wanting to touch me. I smiled against his mouth before I withdrew and rose back up to standing.

“You want to touch me, Baby?” I asked, raising a finger to my lips in a teasing manner while I unclasped my bra with my other hand.

“Like handcuffs could hold me,” he said, amused, and twitched his arms.

My smile widened when his smile faded.

He mumbled, “~Break,~” in the arcane language, but nothing happened.

I let my bra fall off and tossed it to the side.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked again, smirking at him while I slid my hand along my thigh and tummy until it was on my breast.

He looked at the movement of my hand with a dark gaze while I started to massage my breasts.

“I didn’t take you for such a naughty woman,” he said seductively.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said while I got down on the floor and lay down on my back to give him a perfect view of what I was about to do.

“Do you have any intention to let me?” he asked, trying to mask the anger hinted in his voice.

He wanted to, badly. I saw how hard he was and chuckled while I slid my free hand along the hem of my panties.

“I want you to beg, Erik,” I said and slid my hand under the hem.

“Beg me, Erik,” I moaned out while I began massaging my clit.

His eyes were burning with frustrated rage; it was intoxicating.

“Are you sure you don’t want the real thing?” he asked, struggling to maintain his frustration.

With his hands cuffed behind his back, he couldn’t even touch himself.

“Oh no, Erik, you need to be punished,” I said, before I put my fingers inside myself and moaned out extra loud to tease him.

“Bella, please uncuff me?” he asked with surprising gentleness.

“More, Erik,” I moaned while pleasing myself.

He rose from the couch and knelt down beside me, leaning over me.

Feeling his scent made me lose myself, and I climaxed.

“Are you done with your torture yet?” he asked.

His eyes were piercing mine while I reveled in my ecstasy.

“You have yet to properly beg me, handsome,” I mumbled, smiling playfully at him.

“Please, Bella. Would you please uncuff me so that I can fuck you?” he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

“Frustrated, are we?” I teased him.

“You have no idea,” he almost growled.

“Get back on the couch then,” I giggled, and got up while he did the same.

“You are such a tease,” he chuckled while I pulled his pants and boxers down.

“Your mere existence is a tease, Erik,” I said and pushed him down on the couch.

I removed my panties before I got down on his lap again.

He was smiling wickedly at me.

“Such a beautiful little tease,” he mumbled before I lowered myself on his dick.

His breathing hitched, and his lips parted welcomingly. I kissed him.

He felt as good as always. I moaned into his mouth while I started to move on him.

“Damn, Erik,” I chuckled.

“Are you going to uncuff me?” he asked, seductively and still frustrated.

He still wanted to touch me.

“Not until you come for me.” I smiled and began to ride him properly.

Feeling every stroke against my core, I threw my head back.

I knew I was going to make myself come again. It was building fast.

He had so much built-up sexual frustration that he came with me intensely.

I placed my forehead against his before I reached behind his back.

I let out a huge yawn while I unlocked the handcuffs.

“You should get ready for bed, you look exhausted,” Erik pointed out, and stroked my arm with his newly released hand.

“I was planning to,” I said, and yawned again while getting up to go to the bathroom.

“Will you stay?” I asked.

He was smiling gently at me.

“Feeling attached, are we?” he asked.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” I muttered, continuing on my way.

“I’ll stay,” he chuckled before I disappeared into the bathroom.

I was almost asleep when Erik lay down beside me.

“Sweet dreams, Beautiful, you’ll need your strength for my payback,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

***

I woke up to the smell of coffee.

There was a cup of coffee, along with a croissant and a note on my nightstand. Must be Erik. The croissant was still warm.

I unfolded the note to read his message.

~Call me when you’ve woken up properly. We’re going to a party tonight.

—Erik~

~

A party? In this crisis? I thought about what Louisa had said about needing to go to the headquarters as soon as I had rested.

I noticed when I sat up that both of my injuries were healed. Erik must have done it while I was sleeping.

I looked at my phone, and I was right. There was a text from Louisa, reminding me to call Alex as soon as I was awake.

Instead, I called Erik while I was heading out onto the balcony with my coffee for a smoke. I wanted to know what he meant by party.

“Good afternoon, Gorgeous,” Erik answered on the other end.

“What do you mean by party?” I asked directly.

“There is a gathering tonight, hosted by my brother. You should play dress-up and join me,” he answered.

I was silent.

A gathering, full of murderous witches and warlocks, sounded very dangerous.

“It’s not a gathering of his cult. If it was, I wouldn’t be invited,” Erik added.

“Do the other spellcasters not care about what he’s done?” I asked suspiciously.

Erik chuckled. “Many are curious about what he’s trying to achieve. Most don’t care so much about right or wrong, on others’ part,” he answered.

“So it’s not a party full of murderous cultists?” I asked.

“Not entirely,” Erik answered, sounding amused.

“Sounds dangerous,” I replied, lighting my cigarette.

“Very,” Erik agreed.

“Well then, count me in,” I said mischievously.

I couldn’t turn an opportunity like that down. Louisa would understand, I hoped.

“Great, I will be at your place in an hour to help you disguise. Don’t involve your order,” he said, his tone more serious.

“I won’t,” I promised. I wasn’t going to ask permission.

“And Bella! Don’t smoke my cigarettes, it’s bad for you,” Erik chuckled before hanging up.

I went into my closet and looked at my many dresses. What to wear? Erik didn’t mention what kind of party it was.

With a lack of inspiration, I texted Alex to cover for me before I went to shower.

***

I stared at Erik like the handsome devil he was. “Now you’re just not playing fair, Erik,” I told him.

He was dressed nicely, in a dark red suit. Underneath, he wore a black shirt, a waistcoat, and a necktie matching the suit.

I also noticed the silver cufflinks. He paid attention to details.

“Getting turned on?” he teased with a mocking smile.

I rolled my eyes at him, but after seeing his outfit, I knew what to wear.

I picked out a black, modest, custom-fit, sleeveless dress that reached down to my knees. I matched it with long black gloves, black silk high heels, and a clutch very similar in color to Erik’s suit.

I put on lipstick, the same red shade, while doing my makeup.

When I was done, Erik handed me a potion.

“Drink it,” he commanded.

I looked at the dark red substance with disgust. “What does it do?” I asked suspiciously.

“It will change the color of your hair for about a week,” he answered.

I raised my eyebrows but did as he asked and drank the potion. It didn’t taste like anything, but the consistency almost made me throw up.

I looked in the mirror as my hair turned the same color as Erik’s suit. I stared at myself in awe; I had never colored my hair before.

This dark red shade looked good on me, and we were now matching completely.

Erik spoke when I thought we were ready to leave. “There is one more thing you have to do, and I’m pretty sure you are not allowed,” he said.

“What do I have to do?” I asked, frowning at him.

“You have to use magic. I know your kind is capable, but it’s considered dirty, right?” he asked.

In my order, there was a strong belief that magic led to corruption. That’s why only a select few were taught necessary magic—for protection, cleaning up after demons, and closing portals.

“I don’t know what they’ll do if they detect traces of magic on me,” I answered honestly.

“Well, they won’t let you in at the party without it,” Erik said.

I was in the X-squad. Maybe it was all right? It was for a cause, after all.

“Well, all right, how do I do it?” I asked.

“You’re in luck, I brought you an enchanted item that only the gifted can use, and it doesn’t require you to actually learn any magic,” Erik replied.

He opened a small jewelry box and pulled out a necklace with a fire-red stone. He put it on me, hiding the stone under my cleavage.

He then pointed to a scented candle on my nightstand.

“Imagine lighting it, and snap your fingers,” he said.

I felt power surge through my body as I snapped my fingers and watched as the candle lit itself. I recognized the feeling—it felt just like it did in my dreams.

I couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

“Congratulations, you just used magic,” Erik said, while handing me a black satin mask.

He looked at me a little suspiciously.

“We’re going to a masquerade?” I asked excitedly. I had always wanted to go to one.

Erik laughed.

“Yes, but let’s not enjoy ourselves too much,” he reminded me before he proceeded to open a portal.

“It’s his birthday party,” Erik said before we stepped through.