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by Rebekah Weatherspoon


  I’m not sure how far out of her way Camila had to go to plan

  our date, especially since she took me exclusively to places she

  owned, but that didn’t make the surprise waiting for me on top of

  the fresh linens any less special. From all the movies I’d seen, rose

  petals and chocolates or even strawberries and champagne, seemed

  like the customary bedroom seduction tools. Camila had skipped

  right over any sort of floral displays and sweets and gotten right to

  the point.

  Three dildos—one green, one pink, and one black—a pink

  vibrator, and a harness sat on a neatly folded cream blanket

  surrounded by a variety of lotions, oils, and lubricants. I looked at

  the plastic cocks in their different shapes and sizes and the shiny

  new leather then turned to Camila.

  “Oh, I see what’s going on here,” I said sternly.

  “Do you?”

  “You’ve been wanting me to take you over to the bed and fuck

  you crazy, but you didn’t know how to ask. So you just laid this stuff

  out and hoped I took the hint.”

  She wrapped her arms around my waist, looking over my lips then

  up to my eyes. I swallowed at her deep stare and my pussy quivered,

  adding another bit of moisture to the already damp fabric between my

  legs. It was more than about time I took my underwear off.

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  “There’s that. Ultimately, it’s your choice, baby. We can do it

  the old-fashioned way,” she said. “You know I love feeling your clit

  against mine. Or I can fuck you this way.” She nodded toward the

  toys on the bed. “Or you could fuck me.”

  “The green one,” I decided before I took a step back out of her

  arms. Without another word, I walked toward the bathroom. The

  confidence in my strides was utter crap, but Camila didn’t seem to

  notice or mind. Glancing over my shoulder one last time, I caught

  her wink before shutting the door behind me.

  I turned and faced a cavernous marble room, completely devoid

  of any sort of light.

  “Smooth,” I mumbled in the darkness. Note to self. Know

  where the light switches are before walking off alone.

  There were no windows in the large bathroom and no light

  coming in from under the door. I couldn’t see a damn thing. A short

  moment before I started feeling along the counter for the wall, the

  door cracked open and the lights flicked on. My eyes adjusted to the

  bright glow just as Camila’s hand slid back out the door.

  “Thanks,” I yelled.

  “No problem, Red,” she yelled back.

  Days could be wasted thinking over the difference between

  my level of overall coolness and subtlety compared to Camila’s.

  The fact that she was more mature, more experienced, and of

  another more magical and powerful species, would never change.

  So after one glance in the mirror I figured it was best to just focus

  on shucking my outfit and getting back in her arms, instead of how

  lame I was.

  I kicked off my shoes and then ditched my dress and jewelry on

  the counter before I gave myself a quick once-over. The underwear

  Amy had picked was perfect. A slowly turned circle in front of the

  mirror gave me a chance to check the hem of the lace tanga shorts

  that barley covered my ass. They were soaked, but I wanted Camila

  to see them on me before I ditched them in a wet ball on the floor.

  The matching black bra pushed my already plump breasts up and

  together. I could see the blushing pink of my nipples easily though

  the black lace pattern. They were so hard and sensitive already,

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  aching to be sucked. I hoped Danni was giving it to Amy good at

  that very moment. She deserved it.

  I opened the door, flicked the switch off, and got somewhere

  around three feet back into the bedroom before I froze. There was

  music playing, soft techno rhythms that reminded me of something

  I’d heard in the dressing rooms earlier that day. The low lights that

  had cast the room in a pretty neon glow had switched from electric

  blue to an emerald green. Little changes that set a perfect mood and

  couldn’t have mattered less when compared to the woman in front

  of me.She knew I was there, even though she didn’t look up as she

  fastened the harness around her bare thighs. I got the feeling she

  wanted to give me a moment, a moment I needed, just to look at her.

  I’d seen Camila in various stages of undress during the times we’d

  spent together, but nothing had hung so perfectly off her gorgeous

  hips the way the straps of leather did now. Not the patch of jewels

  and chain mail she had worn the first night we met, or the vinyl

  pants she’d had on just moments ago. It was a shame I hadn’t gotten

  to pull the tight fabric off her. I had a feeling there would be plenty

  of chances to lend her an unnecessary hand out of her clothes. For

  now, I couldn’t help but drool over the goddess in front of me.

  My gaze traveled up her body, over her waist to her lush

  breasts with their tight brown nipples. I swallowed as soon as my

  mouth began to water, my tongue aching to trace every inch of her

  skin. Even her bare feet looked nice planted solidly beneath her

  curvaceous frame, the caramel of her skin in soft contrast with the

  pale marble floor.

  She pulled the right strap tight, making the green cock bob

  between her hips. A moan actually slipped through my lips. I tried

  to catch it, my throat clenching. It only bubbled up harder as the air

  leaving my lungs forced it from my mouth.

  Camila glanced up finally, smiling at me. But then she froze,

  just for a moment. The amusement dropped from her lips and she

  straightened, placing her hands on her hips. “Come here, Red,” she

  said softly.

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  I was halfway to her before I’d realized my feet had started

  working, and I was in her arms, the green cock pressing against my

  belly, before I took my next breath. I didn’t know it was possible to

  want someone this bad.

  “Faeth and Tokyo fought over you,” she said suddenly and

  quite seriously.

  I frowned. That was not where I saw this conversation going.

  I was shocked there was any conversation at all. “What? When and

  what for?”

  “Faeth saw you first and she wanted you. Tokyo saw you a little

  later and she wanted you, too.”

  “So they fought over me?”

  “Not physically. Tokyo would win, but they argued. And I

  settled it.”

  “I see. What did you say?”

  “That I wanted you more.”

  “And you don’t argue with the queen?”

  “No, baby. You don’t.”

  “Hey, is Tokyo her real name?”

  “No,” Camila said. “Her name is Miyoko. She had a feeder

  who called her Tokyo and it just stuck.”

  “Oh. Well, as nice as Tokyo and Faeth are…” Which was a

  complete assumption because I’d never talked to them. “I think I got

  the better end of t
he deal.”

  I wanted to tell her I loved her right then, but I couldn’t. I’d

  already embarrassed the hell out of myself the day before, spilling

  my feelings all over the interior of her car. As the emotions rolled

  through my head, her expression softened, but in a way that made

  me a little uncomfortable.

  “You can read my mind?” I asked.

  “I can.”

  “But you’re not right now.”

  “No, I’m not and I haven’t. Ever.”

  Why not, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The strange look on

  her face, the speculation and something close to pity, told me I

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  wouldn’t like what she would say. And I wanted her inside me way

  too much to start that kind of conversation right now. She’d asked

  me out, told me I could call her my girlfriend, even elevated me to a

  seemingly important status to the sister-queens, but she’d never said

  anything about loving me back. She wanted me and she made me

  feel special, so I would give her the same back. No more doubts, no

  more hesitation.

  “If you ever do, just give me a heads up. I’d hate for you to

  catch me thinking about something boring like my stats homework.”

  “You’d never bore me, baby,” she said. “Ever.”

  She swallowed, the deep rolling of her throat catching my eye.

  Her hesitation slipped away and the calm, seductive Camila was

  back. Whatever doubts had been on her mind she’d clearly decided

  to save for another day. Her hand slipped between our bellies and

  lower until her fingers brushed the wet lace between my legs.

  “When I fuck you, we’re gonna leave these on.”

  I nodded deeply before I said okay.

  “Lie down.”

  I turned and walked to the bed, feeling her gaze heating the

  skin on my back. She didn’t move from the spot until I was settled

  on the sheets, and that’s when she walked toward the bed, prowled

  on her hands and knees until her head was between my legs. I met

  her feral gaze, the glowing stare that set my nipples aching even

  harder and made my clit twitch.

  Her lips parted, her fangs growing back to their full length. I

  knew what artery she would go for. She had yet to feed from the

  inside of my thigh. But she only cocked her head slightly. I felt a

  pinpoint of pressure just above my clit, then a small brush of air and

  the warm brush of her cheek as it moved along the split she’d just

  made in the fabric. I shivered, swallowing nervously, unable to keep

  from biting my lips as my chest rose and fell.

  She gently lifted my hips and moved down even further. She

  raised her head when she finished and I could tell that my underwear

  had been split from my clit to my asshole, giving her every inch of

  access. When she dipped her head back and licked me, a warm, wet,

  dragging stroke, front to back, top to bottom, I knew for sure. It was

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  too much for me to moan. Too many sensations for me to whimper.

  I just went on shivering and gasping for air.

  “God, Red. Don’t make me wait,” she begged me. It was

  strange; I knew she wanted me, but she was usually more in control.

  I wanted her bite and I wanted to give her my blood, but there were

  other things I wanted more, like more of her tongue on my body and

  every inch of the cock between her legs. She let her head fall to the

  side and nuzzled my thigh with rough affection, the way a loving

  cat would do to its beloved owner. I ran my fingers through her

  jet-black spikes for the first time. They were so soft. Her purr grew

  louder and she rubbed her cheek and then her chin along the inside

  of my hips. My body arched up to her face. I spoke boldly before the

  courage to ask went away.

  “Please,” I said. “Lick me first.”

  “Okay, baby,” she groaned in reply.

  My legs were spread wide by her strong hands, forcing my

  knees almost to my chest. I shifted on the bed just as her lips covered

  my slit. With a slight upward motion, her tongue spread me wider.

  The moaning couldn’t be helped. My body needed her, wanted her

  more than I could handle to keep in.

  Despite the desperate sounds she was making, Camila managed

  to work me slowly, gently sucking my clit into her mouth. Paying

  affectionate attention to my opening with her tongue. I gripped her

  hair tighter and let my body go with the motions of her lips.

  With her, there had never been any time for me to consider

  what I liked, what subtle skills or advanced tricks someone would

  have to use on me to make me come. With her, everything worked.

  Everything she did with her mouth, the soft scraping of her teeth

  over my clit or the insistent thrusts of her tongue inside, all of it

  brought me closer and closer to coming.

  She alternated, her hands never leaving my thighs, just her lips

  and her tongue, teasing me, torturing me. Our eyes met. She was all

  animal in that moment, all demon, and I could see how hard she was

  fighting to keep her control in check. That heat in her eyes, the want,

  that pushed me over. I cried out, whimpering nonsense into the cool

  air above us, clutching on to her head. She met my downward thrust,

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  grinding her face harder between my legs, taking every bit of my

  trembling into her body.

  With one more slow, sweeping pass of her tongue, Camila

  silently rose up to her knees. There was no warning and no

  hesitating. The cock between her hips pushed inside me with one

  sharp thrust, my dripping juices easing the way. My eyes slammed

  shut. I gripped the sheets. The cock fit perfectly inside me, the same

  firm way Camila felt perfect on top of me.

  She pulled back a little then pushed forward again, pausing

  just for a moment when my body decided to roll its hips. My pussy

  spasmed along the firm plastic and spasmed again when I thought

  of who it was attached to. My eyes fluttered open and I stared at her

  beautiful face.

  I love you, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. “Kiss me,” I said

  instead. She answered by pressing her lips against mine. My mouth

  parted and she entered me again, kissing me the way I needed her to,

  letting me taste the traces of myself on her lips. She was like honey

  and sweet fruit with that hint of spice I’d been craving all along. My

  arms wrapped around her shoulders and her arms came around my

  back. I arched off the mattress giving her plenty of room to unhook

  my bra. I let go just long enough to slip it from my arms, and then

  she was lifting me.

  “Ride me,” she said as she fell back on her heels.

  I nodded, wrapping my body around hers and the cock. I

  followed her motions, rising and falling, grinding in her lap. She

  took advantage of the shift between us and suckled my nipple

  between her red lips. And then I lost it. She let go of my nipple the

  second I started coming and gently cupped the side of my neck. She

  thrust up into my pussy harder and harde
r and I came again. This

  time I moaned her name.

  “Baby,” she growled deeply as I shuddered against her. My

  head tilted to the side. I gave her my neck. Her bite was hard. Hard

  and perfect, the cool sting sending thundering shocks through my

  veins to every inch of my body. I came again, crying out desperately,

  soaking the leather in her lap and the insides of my thighs.

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  Her head dropped to my breast as her own orgasm rippled over

  her. She cried out, groaning my name, licking my damp skin around

  my ruby and my chain, kissing and biting at my nipples, refusing to

  slow the pumping of her hips. And I kept riding her, harder, neither

  of us willing to stop even as she added a finger to the equation.

  She may not have been in love with me, but I was in love with

  her, and the same way my blood was in her, she was now inside

  me, inside my heart in every way, making me come over and over.

  There were no thoughts of where the morning would take us, but as

  she gently used her middle finger, soaked in my juices, to tease the

  tight ring of my ass, I couldn’t help but wonder where the security

  cameras were in the penthouse and just how well they were capturing

  the show on the bed.

  When there was time, I’d love to see the playback.

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  Chapter ten

  There’s a heart here.” Her fingers brushed across my

  shoulder blade. “And if I squint, there’s a frog right here.”

  And then in a small circle at the top of my spine.

  “But only if you squint?”

  “Precisely.”

  I giggled, unable to control the tremble that rippled through my

  body. Her fingers moved up and down my back, across my shoulder

  and my neck, and back again.

  There were only a few hours left before sunrise, hours I refused

  to waste sleeping. Camila had fucked me perfectly one more time

  before giving me a break to stretch and hydrate. At some point, we

  decided an ice cream sundae was in order. She called downstairs

  and what felt like a whole minute later, Camila returned from the

  elevator carrying a huge bowl on a silver tray. I complained for a

  moment that it was too big for me to eat alone, but quit arguing

  when she made a very seductive move to feed me the sugary dessert.

  It’s hard to turn someone down when they lick your lips.

 

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