by Renee Rose
Slowly, I draw the zipper down on her gown. I know she has to have made the creation herself, as it fits her too perfectly for it not to have been. I also know that she is a seamstress, as we have spoken of it before, after she finished some project or other. So, knowing that, I take care as I remove it from her delicate skin. I lift her out of the skirt, which practically stands up on its own, and lay her on the bed in only her mask, strappy heels, panties and bra.
“Stay, my sweet,” I say, gazing into her eyes deeply, hypnotizing her just enough to do as I direct. It doesn’t take much.
I pick up her dress and lay it over the back of a chair and then remove my shoes, mask, and then my own clothes, setting them neatly upon the chair as well. Her eyes never leave me. I join her on the bed, hovering over her, our gazes locking.
I kiss her, and she arches up into me. Sliding my hand down her body, I draw her leg up by my hip, my cock pressing into the silk of her panties. I tilt her head, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts, and then her stomach. Gripping her panties in my teeth, I slide them down her gorgeous legs.
Being with her like this is like unwrapping a present I’ve waited a century to get. She is everything I could ask for. Her scent drives me crazy and I can’t wait to taste her—not just her blood, but her. I move back up her body and gaze into her eyes; she is so easily susceptible to my gift of persuasion. I would never ask her to do something she is unwilling to do, so I ask her now. “Do you want me, Clarabelle? Do you want to give in to this passion between us?”
She nods, her brown eyes shining through her mask. “Yes… Aaron.” She says my name hesitantly, as if she is unsure how I’ll react.
“I love hearing my name on your sweet lips,” I assure her. “I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come,” I add, my voice going husky as I continue to gaze into her eyes.
“Yes, Aaron.” Her smile is soft and her voice breathy, but more sure this time.
I kiss her again, my fingers finding her nipple as I shove the cup of her satin bra down. She gasps and I take advantage of it, swirling my tongue against hers. I draw her hands up and press them to the bars of the headboard. “Keep them here,” I say, using just the tiniest bit of my persuasion to keep her in the hypnotized state of a trance. I want her real reactions, but I also want to be able to taste her blood without her freaking out when she sees my fangs.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, leaving her in nothing but her heels and mask. I skim down her body and run my tongue over her clit, drawing a gasp from her as she arches her back, but her hands stay locked on the bar above her head. She peers down at me through her lashes as I slowly torture her until she is writhing beneath me.
“Please, Aaron, please,” she murmurs, pressing her hips up.
I hold her hips and tease her some more with my tongue, and then she explodes, crying out my name. Grinning, I move up and plunge my cock into her. She is warm and tight, and I fill her perfectly. It is as though she was made just for me. I put a hand around the back of her neck, my thumb resting on her throat as I thrust into her. I squeeze just the tiniest bit, not wanting to hurt her, but enough to make her gasp and open her eyes.
“Look at me, my sweet,” I order. I drag my hand down her body and draw her legs up, hooking them on my hips. I make my strokes long and slow, making her burn for me as she meets each of my thrusts by pushing her hips up.
I tease her dusty pink nipples, pinching them and making them hard as diamonds. “Come with me, Clarabelle,” I murmur, thrusting harder.
A moment later, we explode together as she screams, “Aaron!”
I sink my fangs into her neck and draw in a mouthful of blood as my cock pulses inside her. She comes again, still crying out my name, and I pull another mouthful from her. She tastes so sweet, like apple tarts dipped in cinnamon. I don’t want tonight to be our only time together. She is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t want to have to give her up. But I worry about Siannon.
I pull back and gaze into her eyes. She is panting hard, but her fingers move to her neck and she frowns. “What are you, Aaron?” she asks softly, but she doesn’t seem scared or worried, just curious. “Are you…” she tilts her head and looks up at me, her fingers going to my slightly parted lips and then beyond to touch one of my fangs, “a vampire?”
I grip her wrist, pull her questioning fingers from my fang, and kiss them. I keep my gaze on her, staring into her eyes. “If I am, does that bother you?”
She keeps her gaze on me, and her breathing slows a bit. A moment later, she shakes her head, her strawberry blonde locks dancing on the pillow, making the diamonds in her hair sparkle. “No,” she says softly.
I pull out of her and move to the side. She looks over at me. Sitting up and slipping her shoes off, she tucks her feet under her and gazes at me.
“You aren’t afraid of me?” I ask.
Belle shakes her head. “No. You would never hurt me.”
I arch a brow at her and frown slightly. “I could, though.”
She smiles. “I trust you. If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it long before tonight. The only way you could hurt me now is by pretending this never happened.” Her words are nearly a whisper, and her smile slips as she removes her mask and sets it aside.
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and draw her closer. “How did you come out of the trance before I removed it?” I ask. I need to know because her knowing about me is dangerous. Not to me, but to her.
She blinks, and her cheeks color. “I think it happened when I came… it was so intense… and then you bit me, and I came again… it just woke something in me.”
“I’m sorry, Clarabelle, I never should have—we shouldn’t have—”
She puts a finger to my lips and looks as though tears are about to spill down her cheeks. “Please, Aaron, I wanted this. I know it was just for tonight. I won’t ask for more. I—”
I shake my head and cup her cheeks. “That’s just it, my sweet. It can’t be just one night. You know too much now.” I press my forehead to hers. “We have two options.” I gaze into her eyes, so close to mine, her lips but a whisper away.
“We do?” she asks.
“I can erase your memory of tonight—which, I’ll be honest, is a dangerous thing to do—or…” I pause, taking a breath, praying that she will agree, “or I make you my submissive.”
Clarabelle’s eyes flutter and her lips part, as if she is about to answer.
I press my lips to hers. “You don’t have to decide right now, we can—”
“Yes.”
“Yes, to what?” I question.
“Yes, I will be your submissive,” she answers, her eyes sparkling.
“You’re sure? It could be dangerous,” I reply.
“You said wiping my memory could be dangerous,” she reminds me.
“Yes, but this is even more so… My… do you recall me mentioning my previous girlfriend?”
Clarabelle nods, a disgusted look on her face. “She didn’t deserve you.”
I snort at that. “Maybe not, but she won’t like the fact that I’m making you mine.”
“Is she a vampire too?”
I nod.
“And most of them out there?” She nods toward the door.
“Yes.”
She gulps. “Will they be mad that I know?”
“If I don’t make you my submissive or wipe your mind, they will wipe it, and you won’t like that.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re going to make me yours.” She smiles, her eyes lighting up again as she gazes at me.
“You’re sure?”
She nods.
“There is a collaring ceremony tomorrow night. We’ll do it then.”
Her grin widens, and she moves to straddle my waist. “Then I say we celebrate.”
I flip her beneath me, and kiss her. “Good idea,” I murmur against her lips.
Chapter 5
My heart races as Aaron flips me onto my
back with such speed that even if I doubted he is a vampire, I’d have to acknowledge that he is something supernatural. I love the hypnotic feeling he gave me: the trance was something strange and incredible, allowing me to both feel and watch as we made love that first time.
I grin up at him, my hands sliding up his hard chest. The man is built like a Greek god: solid abs, muscles in all the right places, and Lord help me, those deep blue eyes… those eyes hold worlds of passion, and they entrance me easily.
He kisses behind my ear and moves down my neck, pressing heated kisses to my fiery skin. He takes my nipple in his teeth, biting and nipping, making it hard and making me squirm in his arms.
“Be still,” he murmurs, looking into my eyes, and then moves back down to lavish attention on my other nipple.
His words are like an order and I still, focusing on the feeling of his tongue on me, and the magic he is weaving in me. It makes my toes curl as he moves down my stomach and then down each leg. My core throbs, wanting his mouth on me, but he teasingly avoids it, instead focusing on drawing out the magic of every discovered erogenous zone he finds.
I’m breathing hard as he moves closer and closer to my pussy, kissing my inner thigh and then pressing his fangs against my skin—not biting, not yet, but just enough for me to know they are there. I don’t move, can’t move; my fingers clench the bedding as he spreads my legs wider and dips his tongue into my already gushing pussy.
My back arches and he puts his hand firmly on my stomach, holding me down and keeping me in place as I come, gasping out his name. “Aaron!”
He chuckles but doesn’t stop laving his tongue over me until I come once more. As I do, he sinks his fangs into that spot on my inner thigh, and I come all over again, flying high and then curving into a swan dive into the pool of bliss he’s brought me to. He moves up my still body and plunges his cock into me, extending the orgasm even more.
Every part of my body tingles with the feelings he’s drawn out of me. My chest heaves and I am breathing in gasps as he lengthens his strokes. Tilting my hips up, he plunges deeper and, after a moment, he demands, “Come with me, Clarabelle!” and we both shatter in the euphoric ecstasy he’s created for us.
He spins me so I’m resting on top of him and we stay locked together for a little while, allowing our breathing to return to normal. Well, mine anyway, as he doesn’t seem to be panting at all. His hand smooths over my backside in a rhythmic pattern that is so relaxing, I nearly fall asleep.
“Rest, little one,” he murmurs. “We have time before we need to leave.”
I sigh softly and drift for a while but don’t completely fall asleep.
After about thirty minutes, I smile against his chest and move to get up, but his arms tighten around me.
“Don’t move.”
“Aaron,” I push up on his chest to look in his eyes, but they are closed, “I need to…”
He finally opens his eyes and realizes what I am trying to say. I know my cheeks have to be as bright red as my hair.
“Hurry back,” he replies.
I go into the bathroom and clean up before returning to the bed. I curl into his side. “Is this going to change things between us?” I ask.
He doesn’t say anything for a while, and then, “Yes, I suppose it will.”
“I guess you should know something then.”
He gives me a concerned look. “What?”
I lick my lips. “I don’t work for Elite anymore. I haven’t for about six months, not really. You’re my only client,” I whisper softly.
He relaxes and chuckles again. “I know.”
“You knew?” My eyes widen.
“I read about your inheritance in the paper when your grandmother died. I’m sorry, by the way, for your loss.”
“Thank you.” I smile. “I guess I didn’t think you’d read the obits.”
“Normally I don’t, but someone I knew died around the same time.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I frown.
“Don’t be, it was just a colleague. We weren’t close.” He sighs. “It’s getting late. We should get you home.”
I sigh too. “I don’t want this night to end. What if it’s all a dream?” I ask, afraid that it really is all just in my head.
“I promise you, it’s not.” He cups my cheek and kisses me.
We both dress, and I put my mask back on.
“Do you… did you drive here?” I ask.
“I did.”
“Oh.” I frown. “Aaron, if you have a car, why do you call me so often to drive you?”
He smiles and pulls me back into his arms. “Because I didn’t think I could have you, but I still wanted you in my life.”
My cheeks flush and my lashes flutter down as I smile. “I’m glad.”
“Come, let’s get you out of here.”
We leave the room and Aaron drops the key off at the counter before we head upstairs. We stop at the check-in to pick up my cloak and purse, and then Aaron walks me toward the exit. We are almost out of the door when someone calls out to him.
“Go ahead, I have to speak to him. I’ll call you tomorrow evening.” Aaron directs me out the door with a kiss to my cheek.
Sighing, I watch him turn and speak to the man I saw on the dance floor earlier that evening with the king’s crown. I had hoped Aaron would walk me to my car, but now that won’t happen. Still, he said he’d call, so I go ahead outside and head toward my BMW.
Just as I start to click the button to open the door, I’m slammed against the side of the SUV, my face hitting the driver’s side window. The car alarm goes off. “What the fuck?”
“I’m going to kill you!” a woman dressed in a pink silk gown with French lace and a white powdered wig screams.
“I don’t even know who you are!” I cry as the woman comes at me again, her fingers curved like claws. I grab her wrists before she can scratch my face, but I am losing as she shrieks at me.
Suddenly the woman is ripped from me and shoved to the ground. Then Aaron is here, checking me over. “Are you all right?” he asks, but there is an edge of anger in his voice.
I nod.
Aaron turns on the woman, who is back on her feet. “You stay away from her, Siannon! She is mine, and I’m not going to let you harm her!”
“I cannot believe you took another whore! I will kill her like the others, Aaron! If I can’t have you, nobody will! You’d better watch your back, little girl, because I’m coming for you!” Siannon’s voice rises higher and higher as she screeches at us.
“Enough! You will not lay a finger on her!” Aaron grips the woman’s arms tightly. “Get in your car,” he directs me.
I don’t have to be told twice. I pick up my dropped clutch and keys, pull open the door, shove my key in the ignition and then, after making sure my skirt is fully in, close the door. With a glance at Aaron and the still screaming woman, I drive out of the parking lot and head home.
Tears stream down my face as I pull into my driveway. I am gasping for breath as I sit behind the steering wheel, terrified about what has just happened. I didn’t put it together until I was halfway home. Siannon, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, is a vampire, and she’s killed other women because they were with Aaron. She is psychotic, and now she knows about me.
Shaking, I climb from my car, and go inside. I strip out of the dress and mask that I’d thought were so magical, and head for the shower. I don’t care about the diamond clips or butterflies in my hair as I stand under the spray. I stand there, my mind reeling, for nearly an hour as I sob. Eventually, I get out, dry off and crawl into bed, afraid that Siannon is going to track me down and murder me in my sleep.
Chapter 6
“Aaron!” Lucius calls.
I turn my head to see the king hailing me. I can’t ignore him; he is the king and the owner of the club. “Go ahead, I have to speak to him. I’ll call you tomorrow evening,” I direct Belle. I don’t want to let her go, but I have to, so I kiss her on the cheek and watch her he
sitate before going out the door with a nod.
Smiling, I approach the king “What can I do for you, sir?” I ask.
“I merely wanted to thank you for supplying the club tonight. Your Smokey Nectar is quite popular among my guests.”
“I am glad they are enjoying it, Sire.” I smile.
“Did you enjoy yourself this evening?” he asks. “I noticed you were not with Siannon this evening, but a human?”
Nodding, I say, “Siannon and I are finished. Yes, I was with my new submissive. I’ll be bringing her to the collaring ceremony tomorrow evening.”
“Excellent. Well, I will not keep you.” Lucius dismisses me.
As I start toward the exit, a car alarm goes off, and fear slides through my veins. I rush into the lot to see Siannon going for Clarabelle. I speed over to them, grab Siannon, and toss her to the ground. I turn to Belle. Her face is a mask of terror, and it tears at my heart. If Siannon has harmed her, I’ll kill her myself.
“Are you all right?” I skim my hands over Belle’s cheeks, then her arms, looking to see whether she’s been harmed in any way. I can’t smell any blood, so I figure I got here in time.
Belle nods, but her eyes tell me she is still in shock.
I spin around, blocking Clarabelle from Siannon. “You stay away from her, Siannon! She is mine, and I’m not going to let you harm her!” I growl. I have never felt anger like the one pulsing through my veins right in this moment.
“I cannot believe you took another whore! I will kill her like the others, Aaron! If I can’t have you, nobody will! You’d better watch your back, little girl, because I’m coming for you!” Siannon rakes her claws down my cheek, drawing blood.
“Enough! You will not lay a finger on her!” I grab her wrists before she can do me more damage. I glance over my shoulder at Clarabelle. “Get in your car.” I add a bit of persuasion to my voice so she will be able to get past the shock, and go.