Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 90: Bound In Desire

Chapter 90: Bound In Desire

Glyndon Walton:( Song of the Chapter: Obsession by Mellina Tey)

The moment stretched between us, silence filled the dimly lit room, thick with tension, unspoken words tangled between Kathrine’s sharp, assessing gaze and my hammering heart. I could feel my fast pulse in my throat, in my wrists, in my ears, as well as in the tips of my fingers as I slowly rose from my chair.

Kathrine’s blue sharp eyes followed my movements, cautious yet intrigued, a mix of skepticism and something darker—a flicker of something I was desperate to grasp onto.

I didn’t say anything.

Instead, I reached for the sash of my robe, fingers steady despite the storm raging inside my head. With a slow, deliberate pull, I undid the knot on my waist and let the silky red fabric slip freely from my shoulders, watching as it slid down my body in a whisper of softness before pooling on the floor at my feet.

Kathrine’s breath hitched, her lips parted.

I could see the exact moment her eyes widened when they landed on the chains resting against my skin—the delicate yet strong silver chains she had given me, the same chains she put on me.

They glinted in the dim light, draped over my body like they belonged there, like they were always meant to be a part of me.

Her gaze flickered lower, taking in the sight of the lacy purple bra and panties I wore—the same shade as her motorcycle. Her favorite color, and my favorite because of her.

The realization registered in her expression, her lips parting slightly, her fingers twitching against the table.

I wanted her to notice.

I wanted her to know that everything about this moment, everything about me right now, was intentional. I wanted to herthat everything here is hers... Including me... My whole me...Everything in me.

Reaching for the remote, I carressed the buttons, then pressed play on the speaker.

Less than a second later, a slow, sultry beat filled the warm air inside our room, deep bass reverberating through my skin. It was the kind of music that seeped into your bones, that made you feel like moving, like surrendering to the rhythm.

And I did.

I stepped closer, my movements slow, deliberate. My body swayed, my hips rolling in time with the beat, my arms raising just enough to let my fingers trace over my skin... Trace over the chains. My touch was light, teasing, as if I was mapping out the path I wanted Kathrine’s hands to follow.

Her gaze darkened, her pupile blew wide, her pink lips pressing together, turning white die to how hard she is squeezing them as she leaned back in her chair, arms folding across her chest causing her breasts to squeeze up above ber forearms.

I couldn’t help but stare at them, stare at the little exposed part of them under the robe.

I could tell she was trying to appear unaffected, trying to keep herself guarded, but her eyes told me everything.

She was watching, following my every move and sway.

She was affected.

She was enjoying my performance, just the way I wanted.

I turned, giving her a full view of my back as I let my hands drag down my waist, over the curve of my hips, before gripping the chains lightly, pulling them just enough for the cold metal to shift against my skin. A shiver ran through me at the sensation.

Then I looked over my shoulder at her.

Kathrine was gripping the edge of the table, her jaw tight, her chest rising and falling just a little heavier than before.

I smirked.

Still keeping my back to her, I ran my hands down my thighs before bending at the waist, slow and controlled, letting her see every curve, every shift of my body.

The music pulsed through me, guiding my movements, making them fluid, and sensual, like I had all the time in the world to put on this show just for her.

I straightened, turning back around, meeting her gaze head-on.

"Enjoying yourself?" I murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

Kathrine scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. Her fingers flexed against the table like she was fighting the urge to reach for me.

I stepped closer.

Then closer.

Until I was standing right in front of her, the space between us charged with heat.

Kathrine’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, but she didn’t break eye contact. "You think a little dance is gonna make me forget everything?"

I leaned down, pressing my hands against the table on either side of her, caging her in. "No," I murmured, my lips just a breath away from hers. "But I think it’s making you want to."

Her nostrils flared.

I smirked, trailing my fingers up her arm, slow and teasing, before she lifts her hand gripping my chin gently between her fingers.

Then I pulled back, stepping away, leaving her sitting there with nothing but the space between us and the undeniable tension crackling in the air.

And I waited.

Waited to see what she would do next.

The air between us was charged, thick with something dangerous, something I wasn’t sure I could control—but I didn’t want control. I wanted to give it up. To her.

I could still feel the ghost of her touch on my chin, the way her fingers had held me in place, how she had looked at me like she was trying to figure out what to do with me.

The tension between us wasn’t just lingering—it was alive, a beast prowling in the space we occupied, demanding to be acknowledged.

I stepped back, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, my heart pounding like a war drum. I had spent years lying to myself, years pretending that what I wanted wasn’t this—that I didn’t want her.

But now that I had spoken the truth, now that I had given her everything, I had nothing left to hide.

And I didn’t want to.

My legs moved before I could even think, carrying me toward the nightstand, my fingers fumbling as I yanked the drawer open. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I reached inside, wrapping my fingers around the smooth, cool leather.

I hesitated for only a second.

Then I turned back to her.

Kathrine was still seated at the table, watching me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Her posture was deceptively relaxed—leaning back slightly, arms draped over the chair—but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tapped idly against the armrest.

She was waiting.

Watching.

Seeing what I would do next.

I swallowed hard and stepped forward, my hands gripping the item tightly, my knuckles whitening around the black leather. The weight of what I was about to do hit me all at once, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

When I reached her, I didn’t speak.

Instead, I slowly dropped to my knees.

The floor was cool against my bare skin, but I barely felt it. My body was too hot, burning from the inside out, anticipation and nervousness tangling together in a way that made my hands tremble slightly as I lifted them toward her.

Kathrine’s breath hitched.

I looked up at her, meeting her gaze as I carefully, reverently, placed the collar and leash in her lap.

Silence stretched between us, thick and unyielding.

Kathrine stared down at the collar, her fingers twitching as she brushed against the soft leather.

Her gaze flicked up to me, her dark eyes burning with something unreadable, something that made my stomach twist into knots.

I wet my lips, forcing myself to speak. My voice came out soft, uncertain. "I want you to put it on me."

Her fingers stopped moving.

I took a shaky breath, shifting slightly on my knees. "I want to give this to you," I continued, my throat tightening. "I want you to—" I swallowed, unable to finish the sentence.

Kathrine exhaled slowly, her gaze flickering between me and the collar in her lap. She was studying me, calculating, weighing something in her mind that I couldn’t quite grasp.

Then, finally, she moved.

She reached down, taking the collar in her hands, feeling the texture of the leather, and the smoothness of the metal buckle. Then she lifted it, holding it up between us.

"Come here. Crawling," she murmured, patting her thigh.

My breath stuttered.

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up.

I crawled closer, my knees sliding against the floor until I was positioned directly between her legs. My heart was hammering so loudly I was sure she could hear it, but I didn’t care.

Kathrine reached forward, brushing my hair back with one hand while the other carefully wrapped the collar around my throat. The touch was gentle—almost tender—but the weight of the action itself made my entire body shiver.

She buckled it securely, making sure it fits snugly against my skin.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she reached for the leash.

I felt the soft tug as she clipped it onto the collar, and something inside me melted, unraveled, and gave way to the overwhelming warmth flooding through me.

I let out a shaky breath, my head tilting slightly as I felt the leash grow taut.

Kathrine pulled.

Not hard. Not roughly. Just enough for me to feel it, to know that she held the other end.

I looked up at her, my lips parting slightly, my entire body thrumming with awareness.

Kathrine’s lips curled into the faintest smirk, her fingers tightening around the leather.

"Good girl," she murmured.

And just like that, I was gone.