by Renee Rose
“If we’re going to do this, there will be ground rules. No insertion of anything, anywhere. Keep your fangs to yourself. If anyone is going to draw her blood, it will be me,” I say.
Adrian raises his hands in a peace gesture, and nods. “I’m not interested in her. I saw the longing and just wanted to help.”
I run my fingers through my hair before looking back at him. “I know. I’m not actually upset with you. I’m just… hell. I don’t know what I am. All I know is the thought of you bringing her pleasure makes me want to rip your throat out.”
Chuckling, he sets his duffle down on the ground. “Thanks for your candor. I’ll be sure to not cause you to kill me tonight. Besides, you really have nothing to worry about. She’s not my type, and I’ve already fed. This is simply about giving her some pleasure. Based on your texts, you were really wanting to give her a night to remember. So, let’s do that, shall we?”
I glance back over at Dahlia, amused to see her staring in fascination at a violet wand scene. Every twitch and moan makes her jump as if she herself is getting zapped. Until this moment, the wand didn’t really hold an appeal for me. Now, I’d give anything to see her writhing like that under my touch. Growling, I nod to Adrian and step aside. Time for him to do what he does best.
He walks over to her and grabs her chin, forcing her gaze towards him. Instantly, a shimmer of fear sparks in me, and it takes every bit of me not to tear his hand away from her. I stalk up behind her, channeling that rage into something productive, something primal. Adrian and I have never played together before, but our movements sync up as if we’ve practiced this a hundred times.
As he keeps her gaze and mind occupied, I inch my way over, silently moving, studying her every quiver, every movement. Tonight, she is my prey, and I will finally allow myself to hunt. With one final step, I pull up flush behind her and yank her to my chest. Her small yelp of surprise goes straight to my cock. I harden instantly. Her sudden flash of arousal doesn’t help matters any. Groaning softly, I let myself grind up against her, just to take the edge off.
Nodding to Adrian, I grip Dahlia’s shoulders and lean down to whisper into her ear, “You remember the safeword. Yes?”
She nods. Snarling, I dig in a little, just until her breathing becomes a touch more rapid. “Words, cara. Tell Master Adrian what your safeword is.”
He pauses, kneeling down by his bag, to look at her. The ropes sway softly in his grasp.
“Sunlight,” she says.
Adrian looks up at me for a second then quickly looks down at his bag. The slight shake in his shoulders is the only giveaway to his amusement.
“Good girl, cara. Now, Adrian and I are going to do things to you.” I turn her until she’s facing me again. Her lips are flush and full, just begging for me to kiss them or fuck them. At this point, I have no clue which I want to do more. Both of my natures are warring inside me, and it’s pretty clear which one is winning. I’ll comfort her, but not until after she’s screamed my name a few times.
“Kneel,” I order.
I’m not sure what I expect from my woman, but instant obedience isn’t it. However, she sinks down to her knees and looks up at me expectantly. If I thought I was hard before, nothing compares to how I feel now. I’m so hard, I could drill through concrete. After taking a moment to adjust myself, I watch intently as Adrian pads up behind her.
“Depending on what you want to do to her, you may need to undo the dress,” he murmurs, skimming his hand across her shoulders. Frowning, he looks back up at me and fingers one of the diamonds. “This will snag on my rope. I don’t care as much about that part, I can always buy more, but I also fear for the dress.”
“That’s an easy fix.” With a grunt, I heave Dahlia up in my arms, trying to ignore just how right she feels there with her small frame pressed up against mine. Heading towards the St Andrew’s Cross, I stand her up in front of it and peer down at her. “Remember your safeword,” I tell her before fisting her dress in both hands and tearing it down the front.
“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Adrian chuckles behind me.
I ignore him and focus solely on my prize. She stands there, her mouth agape, but stays silent. I give her a few more moments to speak before kneeling down to ease first one foot out and then the other. With a flick of my wrist, I send the dress over to the wall, where it will be out of the way. Just as fast, I divest her of her shoes, sending them to the pile as well.
“But, that must have cost a fortune!” she says.
I tilt my head and stare at her as if she were a rare insect. “That’s what you’re objecting to? I just tore your clothes off in front of everyone, and you want to talk about the cost? And, just so you know, I plan on stripping more than that from you.”
Her hands ball into tiny fists as she plants them at her hips. “But they’re diamonds.” Her voice takes on a hardened edge. I don’t doubt that I’ll be hearing about this again later tonight.
I resist a chuckle as I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Would it help if I told you they’re rhinestones?”
She looks up at me, and simply raises an eyebrow. “How do I know you’re not lying to appease me?”
This time, I do chuckle and grab her into a hug. “Not lying. I didn’t have time to have something custom made with diamonds. However,” I slide my finger over the collar around her neck, “this is real. So we will all take extreme care of it.” I look over Dahlia’s shoulder and pin Adrian with a stare.
Backing up a step or two, he grins and raises his hands. “I’m not that destructive,” he mutters, going back to pulling out his rope.
Keeping my eyes locked on Dahlia’s, I reach around and take her collar off. “You’ll get this back when we’re done. I don’t want anything to happen to it.” I walk off over to the bar and hand it to one of the bartenders before heading back over.
With a final glance to make sure Adrian’s ready, I look back at Dahlia, studying her every move, every breath. Reaching behind her, I skim my fingers along her satin spine and quickly unhook her bra. Before she can protest, I pull it away and toss it over onto the dress. All that’s left is her panties. I give Adrian a look before looking down at her underwear. Nodding, he slides up behind her as I pull her in for a deep kiss. She squeals against my mouth and thrashes against me as Adrian wrests the undergarments from her body.
“I need those!”
“Do you? Truly?” I pin her with a hard stare. Though she remains silent, she tries and fails to cover both her ample chest and her pussy. I’m amused at the embarrassed squirming, but I manage, with difficulty, to keep it under wraps. “Either use your safeword or drop your arms.”
With a frown, she drops them and looks over at Adrian over her shoulder. “Those were a really fancy pair, you’d better not have ruined them.”
He fails even worse than I do, and lets a grin slip past his defenses before looking back down at his damned rope. “My queen,” he murmurs as he slides the hank through his fingers.
Leaning forward, I grip her chin. “Oh, cara. I almost feel sorry for you. Don’t you know you should never bait a vampire?”
Stepping back, I let Adrian go to work. With fast, nimble fingers, he slides the ropes over her pale, creamy skin. The dark blue slashes across her body as he constructs a basic harness.
The twin lines bisect her body, sliding between her breasts. What I would give to follow that rope with my tongue.
“Open your legs,” Adrian commands.
I watch her through slitted lids, my erection pulsing behind my pants. She looks so fucking small. So vulnerable and Dio, but I just want to devour her right now. Her head tilts down and away, a faint blush staining her cheeks.
“Did you not hear me?” he repeats, tugging gently on the rope.
“I heard you,” she grinds out, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
“Master Adrian gave you an order. Are you going to obey?” I say.
Her eyes fly up to mine and widen. I think she’s re
alizing that she’s starting to go a touch too far. Watching me, she licks her lips and smiles. Damn it. If she keeps doing that, I’ll end up attacking her here in front of everyone. Growling, I crack my knuckles, and tilt my head back and forth to crack my neck. Her heartrate picks up, and I can’t help but devour her with my gaze.
Her soft whimper of distress does me in. With another growl, I storm over to them and stand behind Dahlia for a moment. I need that moment to rein myself in. With one hand, I yank her against me and wrap that arm around her shoulders, pinning her against my body. With the other, I slide my hand across her stomach and down towards her crotch.
Her whimpers and struggles increase, and I hold her to me even tighter. Leaning down, I nip at her, pausing a second before licking the sting away. “Do you want to safeword, cara?”
She shakes her head back and forth.
“Oh, so you like this then, don’t you?” Dahlia’s head remains still. The only movement is her chest as her breathing comes in frantic gulps. “Let’s see just how much you enjoy this.”
Without giving her a chance to think, I slide my fingers down across her mound, dipping lightly into the hot valley between her lips. Soaking wet. Just as I thought. Easing upward, I glide the pads of my fingertips over her tiny bundle of nerves. With a gasp, she arches up, trying to increase the pressure. Chuckling, I withdraw my hand and bring it up to her mouth, smearing her essence over her lips.
Releasing my arm from around her shoulders, I use that hand to grip the back of her neck. Her arousal grows even stronger, and the smell of her makes my head swim. “Open your fucking legs,” I hiss, curling my fingers around to dig into her flesh just a touch—not enough to draw blood, but enough to let her know I mean business.
She lets out a gasp, her legs fly open, and I maintain my grip to help keep her balance.
Both Adrian and I groan as her scent becomes stronger and permeates the air. He looks up at me, his fangs fully extended. Unable to help myself, I snarl and snap at him, the need to possess this human turning my mind feral. He simply stares at me until I can get myself back under control. After several moments, Adrian resumes his movements, and draws the rope up between her thighs and hands it to me.
With a moan, Dahlia writhes against the taut rope. Smiling widely, I coil the length about my hand a few times and make a fist before pulling it towards me. She gasps and tries to remain upright. But the pressure soon becomes too much, and she stumbles backwards a step. I hand the rope to Adrian as I switch places with him, delighted to look my Dahlia in the eye as we torment her delicious body.
I start with the rope looped about her neck and follow it down her body. Looking lower, I watch the rope disappear between her glistening lips, and lick my own in response. The harness has several knots in it, starting just above her breasts and ending with one just above her clit. A slight tug from Adrian sends that knot backwards, pinning it into place. Her groan echoes in my ears as I slide my fingertips down across the rope and onto that knot. Now that it’s directly on the clit, our fun can begin.
The world vanishes and it’s just Dahlia, Adrian, and me. The soft whisper of the ropes, her moans, her whimpers, all of it is deafening to my ears. I try to be soft. I try to be gentle. Hell, I try to recapture that man who watched her dance in the living room, but I can’t. Now that I know her body is responding to my roughness, I can’t ever go back.
Her eyelids flutter closed as Adrian gives his ropes a few more tugs. She’s stunning. Leaning over, I gently touch her nipples before pinching them slightly. The more I roll them around, the harder they become. She gasps and arches up, only to be thwarted by Adrian keeping a firm hold on the ropes. Smirking, I lead her up to the St Andrew’s Cross by her nipples, ignoring her whimpers and pleas. There’s only one word I need to hear from her tonight, and until she says it, I’m not stopping.
I let go just as she gets close enough for me to get the cuffs on her wrists. With fast movements, Adrian and I bind her in place—both her hands, and ankles. Slipping behind her, I let Adrian pick out the floggers while I torment my little prey. Her ass feels like heaven when I grip it. No. Heaven is too ephemeral. More like home. Something feels so right while I touch her body like I own her. Without warning, I bring my hand down against her backside, delighting in the small wiggle she gives as she tries to escape.
A few more swats, and then I finally allow myself a taste of her divine heat. I watch the rope intently as I pinch it and bring it up. Dahlia rises up on her toes, trying to escape the rope biting into her. I give her a small reprieve as I slide lower and play with the ropes above her core. Easing in between them, I slip a finger in. Her body clutches at my digit, trying to bring me even deeper inside her. I wonder what it would feel like to fuck her with the ropes on—with my shaft pistoning in and out of her with rope on either side? Reluctantly, I pull out of her as Adrian walks up.
Chapter 7
I’m dead. That’s it. I’m dead, and in heaven. That’s the only way I can explain what’s happening to me now. My body is alive with more feeling than I ever dreamed was even possible. The moment Damiano slips his finger out of me, I feel bereft. Is this how it’s supposed to feel between people? All the times I put out just to have a roof over my head, it never felt like this. It’s like some part of me was dead this whole time, just waiting for Damiano to revive me. Hell, I guess this is a fairytale. Twisted, but it still works.
I’m so deep in my thoughts, I don’t even realize something is coming at me until it falls softly against my shoulder. Brow furrowed, I try to crank my neck around so I can see what it is. A dark chuckle makes me adjust my line of sight, and I see Damiano holding up an odd object. It has lots of tails, and dances about with the slightest movement. He must see my confusion because he walks even closer to me and lets me examine it for a moment.
“It’s called a flogger, cara,” he murmurs, pinching the tails in between his thumb and finger and rubbing the supple fabric. Oh, how I wish he was pinching me like that again. Crap. Focus. What’s he talking about? Right. Floggers. Before I can examine it further, he disappears from my sight again. Within moments, that same soft movement glances across my other shoulder.
This isn’t so bad. I can handle this. Tossing my head back, I shimmy just for a moment, just enough to let Damiano know that he’s nowhere near my threshold. Have his way with me? If this is what BDSM is, it’s nothing. I can so handle this. What the hell is everyone screaming and yelling about?
Before I can continue that thought, a line of fire zips across my ass cheek. Yelping, I turn hard in my bonds, trying to see what the hell just happened. But each time I move, Damiano is back out of eyesight. Another flash of fire cracks against my other cheek. Maybe I thought this was easy too soon?
“What’s the matter, cara? Too much for you?” Damiano’s voice taunts behind me.
Gritting my teeth, I shove my ass out. “That all you got, old man?”
He pauses behind me. I can almost feel the wheels turning in his brain. “Old man? Did she just call me old man?”
“I believe she did, ol’ chap,” Adrian responds before entering my line of sight in front of me. With his face partially hidden by the wood in front me, he looks every inch a villain set to devour me. I go to pull away from him, only to hit Damiano’s chest with my back.
“No, no, bellissima. You won’t get away that easily.”
I feel him nod behind me and hold my breath, nervous about whatever Adrian is about to do. I don’t have to wait long. After just a few breaths, a white hot pain sears my nipple. With a gasp, I look down and see a shiny piece of metal clamped on tight, with a chain dangling down from it and another clamp at the other end.
“Breathe, cara. It will go much easier for you if you do,” Damiano says.
Groaning, I try to gulp in air, try to fill my lungs, but every movement from my chest sends sparks of discomfort into my nipple. I feel Damiano behind me, his chest moving in a slow, lazy cadence. With a little bit of effort, I eventually ma
tch pace with him.
“See, it’s not so bad, is it, sport?”
I turn my face to glare up at Adrian just as a mirroring shaft of pain shoots through my other nipple.
“Oh god,” I squeak, trying to find that slow breathing rhythm Damiano had earlier.
“Would you like to use your word now?” he asks.
I grind my teeth for a moment, trying to swallow the discomfort and check in with myself. Can I truly handle this? I breathe into it for a moment. It’s not utterly unbearable. In fact, now that I’ve calmed down, the small sparks of pain start transforming into an unbearable ache much lower down. I try to pull my knees together to relieve my growing arousal, however, with my legs shackled apart, it’s very hard to do so.
“I don’t want to give you the satisfaction,” I admit.
“Very well. Adrian, how attached are you to these ropes?”
Adrian kneels down and skims his fingers up my inner thigh. I feel a bit uneasy having him touch me so intimately. My discomfort must be apparent because Damiano soon scowls at him.
“Just visually inspecting the goods; no need to attack. But I will say, these ropes are well and truly fluid bonded with her. She’s soaked them through. The moment they touched her intimately, they belonged to her, but let me assure you, there’s no doubt that they are hers now.” His cool breath fans my lower lips as he chuckles close to me. I squirm in my bonds and try to pull backwards, only to stop short as the pain reignites in my nipples. Looking down, I notice the chain wrapped around the opposite side of the wood, making any movement pull hard on the clamps.
Damiano eases his way around to face me, switching places with Adrian. Before they completely exchange places, I notice Damiano handing a long, thin rod to Adrian.
“You seemed to like how that felt, cara, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of more while I start to have my way with you.”
A jolt of desire shoots through me, sending even more arousal to the one place that everyone seems to be ignoring. With a grin, Damiano scents the air before his lips curl up into a feral smile. Heat blooms across my face. Normally, stuff like this wouldn’t bother me, but him knowing just what effect he’s having on me does fluttery things to my insides.