by I. T. Lucas
Under his hungry stare, her nipples puckered even more. "I need your mouth on me," she breathed.
With a groan, he looped his arm around her back, clutching her ass as he heaved her up and took one tight, little nipple into his mouth. He suckled, rolling his tongue around it, then suckled again.
As his fangs scraped the sensitive bud, Amanda cried out, her back arching sharply. He moved to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She gasped, lacing her fingers through his hair and tugging his head closer.
When he had his fill of feasting on her breasts, he trailed kisses up her throat, letting her slide down his body so he could take those lush lips of hers again.
She murmured something incoherent as he dropped to his knees in front of her and with one hard tug on the waistband of her pants bared her completely. Sliding down her narrow hips, her lacy thong came down along with the trousers, the luxurious fabrics pooling like liquid silk at her feet.
Very gently, he placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss over her mound. She shivered, her hips swiveling wantonly, and as he extended his tongue and licked, her knees gave out and she braced herself on his shoulders—as if without the support she would've crumpled onto the floor.
It gave him a wicked idea.
Freeing one of her legs of the tangle of clothes they were trapped in, he lifted her foot to his shoulder, exposing her wet core. Both hands clutching her smooth ass cheeks, his grip was firm as he tilted her pelvis up to his hungry mouth.
It was so damn hot, the way Amanda watched him go down on her, and he pleasured her with blissful abandon, savoring her taste and the velvety softness of her nether lips.
"Fates, yes, don't stop!" she groaned.
His woman loved what he was doing to her, and he loved doing it… loved her…
"I need—" she began.
Before she had a chance to finish the sentence, he slid a finger into her tight sheath, then withdrew and thrust back with two.
"Dear fates…ahh, yes!" Amanda cried out, her head once again banging against the mirrored wall behind her.
He chuckled, replacing his tongue with his thumb and rubbing lightly over her swollen clitoris. "Shouldn't it be, dear Dalhu?"
Lifting her head, she looked down at him. Her eyes were hooded with lust, but there was also a hint of a wicked gleam sparkling in them when she purred, "Dalhu, darling…" and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him to her core. She undulated her hips, urging him to use his mouth, to thrust harder…
His woman wasn't shy asking for what she needed.
More like demanding…
He would've enjoyed tormenting her a bit longer, but time was running out, and he had no idea what was left of the fifteen minutes Anandur had allotted him. He needed to bring her to a climax, and if there were any time left, maybe she could return the favor.
Sliding his fingers in and out of her, he pushed back in with a third, filling her, stretching her as he yearned to do with his shaft.
She let go of his head to pinch her own nipple and shoved a fist into her mouth to muffle the breathy moans which were gaining in volume.
Amanda was splendid, coming undone for him; a wanton, lustful, beautiful goddess.
And she was all his. Even if only for these stolen fifteen minutes.
With his eyes trained on hers, Dalhu closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves that was the seat of her pleasure and sucked it in.
As she orgasmed for him, she must've shoved that fist all the way inside her mouth, choking the scream that tore out of her throat. Still, he heard his name in that muffled shriek. And as her sheath kept rippling around his invading digits, he continued thrusting and suckling, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of her until she pulled his head away.
With her fingers entwined in his hair, she tugged until she had him standing again, then kissed him, hard, her tongue invading his mouth.
He groaned, the idea of Amanda tasting herself on his tongue a major turn on. Not that he needed the extra pressure. His cock was so engorged it was on the verge of exploding.
Her arms tightening around him, she pushed then pulled, turning them around, and it was Dalhu's turn to have his back pressed against the mirrored wall.
CHAPTER 16: AMANDA
Amanda was far from done with Dalhu, the orgasm just whetting her appetite for more. Grinding her pelvis against his hard shaft, she all but fucked his mouth with her tongue, remembering to be careful around his fangs only after getting nicked.
She had some passing thought that her aggression might turn off a dominant male like him, but she just couldn't help herself. Everything inside her screamed; more!
She couldn't get enough of him.
Dimly aware that this lust was odd even for her, she cast the thought aside, her brain too scrambled with pheromones to think coherently.
Still, as she sunk down on her knees and rubbed her cheek against his jean-clad erection, she had to accept that this was completely out of character for her.
No male had ever inspired her to pleasure him this way.
Amanda—the slut—had never given a blowjob, not even once.
Why would she?
The guys she'd been with were of the disposable variety, and not entirely out of necessity. She had used them to get her fix and had deemed their services paid in full when they'd climaxed. Which of course, they all had.
Some, unfortunately, sooner than others.
The men, boys, had needed no extra stimulation, and she certainly had never felt close enough to any of them to perform such intimate act just to reciprocate.
Dalhu's hands trembled as he cupped her face, lifting it away from his crotch. "You don't have to do this," he whispered.
"I want to." She kept her eyes on him as she popped his jean button free and began pulling the zipper down. Slowly.
"There is no time," he choked out.
No time? What the hell was he talking about? It wasn't as if he needed to be somewhere other than here. And she definitely wasn't late for anything—
"Time's up, frog, I'm coming in." Anandur rapped loudly on the door.
Oh, no he wouldn't.
Dalhu's muscles tensed and he swooped down, grabbing her arms in an attempt to get her up. She batted his hands away.
"Go away, Anandur," she hissed, her temper flaring. "I'll scratch your freaking eyes out if you dare to open this door."
There was a moment of silence before he responded. "As long as you're okay—"
"I'm fine. Now, get lost," she bit out.
Another moment passed.
"You're sure?"
"Fuck off, Anandur."
"Okay, no need to be rude, shish…"
She heard his soft footfalls as he left, and then the sound of the bedroom's door closing.
Dalhu let out a long breath and slid down the wall until his butt hit the floor, then scooped her into his arms and lifted her onto his lap.
"Did he ruin the mood?" she pouted.
Dalhu lifted up a little, pressing his hard-as-rock erection into her butt. "You think?"
"I still want to taste you," she purred, then averted her eyes, suddenly feeling shy. What if she sucked at it?
Sucked at it… She chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking that I've never done this before and that I might suck at it. Get it? Suck?" She snorted.
Amanda felt his shaft jerk under her, growing even fuller. Tilting her head toward him with a finger under her chin, he whispered, "How is it possible?"
"How is it possible that I might suck at it? Or how is it possible that I've never done it before?" she taunted.
"The second one—"
She wanted to look away, but he held her chin firmly, forcing her to look into his dark eyes. "Tell me."
"I've never wanted to before—" she shrugged, again trying to look away from those twin pools of darkness.
The smoldering heat and intense possessiveness made him look hard, ruthless, and
she was suddenly very aware of being naked in his arms while he was still dressed.
Dalhu was scary, but in a good way—if it made any sense. Certain that he would never hurt her, his intensity and his ruthlessness titillated her, and she felt her core clench.
He sucked in a breath. "I…" he looked lost for words. "I'm humbled that you're choosing me for your first time," he whispered.
Amanda cupped his smooth cheek, lifting a little to press a kiss to his lips. "There is no one I would rather do it for."
He closed his eyes when she wiggled out of his arms and reached inside his still unzipped pants to free his erection, hissing as his shaft jerked into her palm.
When she began stroking him, he lifted a little and pulled his jeans and boxers past his hips to give her better access.
Yanking them down the rest of the way, she moved to straddle his muscular legs. He spread them a little, forcing her to move her knees further apart, his hard rod jutting, pulsing, beckoning her to touch it, taste it.
Licking her lips, she seized his shaft. He groaned in bliss, lifting up into her stroking hand as she rubbed her thumb across the head, spreading his own moisture down the length of him.
Gaze locked on his, she bent at the hips, gauging his reaction as she followed the same path with her tongue. He sucked in a breath, his eyelids briefly dropping before snapping open again—as if he didn't want to miss any of it.
He tasted good; a little sweet and a little salty but mostly potent—like the man himself. She went for another taste, licking him down and up like a popsicle before returning back to the crown and circling it all around with long licks.
Operating on pure instinct, she hoped she was doing it right.
It was somewhat embarrassing to admit, but aside from her own experience at being pleasured this way—which considering the differences in anatomy wasn't all that helpful—she was ignorant on the subject. Even in theory.
As a lustful immortal, she was constantly horny as it was. Reading or watching anything erotic would've been like dousing gasoline on an already raging fire. She could not allow herself to indulge.
Now, she wished she had.
Though judging by Dalhu's groans and hisses, she was doing something right—not that it served as a true testament to her skill. As one of the comedians she'd once heard on the radio had said; "Flick it with a newspaper and it will do it for a guy…" Not to mention that he'd been referring to humans, who were pale, watered down versions compared to an immortal virile male.
"Oh, fuck, it feels so good." Dalhu bucked up as she licked the slit, arched his back sharply when she wrapped her lips around the head, and growled like a wild beast when she sucked it in. And as she moaned around him and sucked him even deeper, he banged his fisted hands on the floor.
Dalhu was magnificent in the throes of passion—carnal, animalistic—his big body shuddering, his leg muscles bunching, his T-shirt dampening from sweat.
And his fangs, sharp and long, had fully descended.
She was soaking wet just from seeing him like that and tried to ease the ache by rocking her hips in synch with her suckling.
He was getting closer, and as his shaft thickened inside her mouth, his hand shot to her head to hold her in place. Bucking his hips harder and thrusting deeper, Dalhu's growls were beginning to sound less and less human.
And yet, even though he seemed too far gone to think of anything other than his own pleasure, he didn't neglect hers. Bending a knee, he raised his leg up to rub at her wet sex.
She rocked her hips, grinding against his muscled thigh, the coarse hair covering it providing a delectable friction where it was most needed.
One hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other gently holding her head, Dalhu began thrusting deeper and faster. But she was so turned on, that instead of gagging, her throat muscles went lax under the onslaught, and she moaned and groaned around him.
With a muffled cry, he ejaculated—the hot jets of his seed sliding down her throat and stifling her own cries of completion.
He wasn't done, though.
With a sharp tug on her hair, he pulled her head up, and she gasped… not so much from the pain in her scalp as at the sight of his wild, glowing eyes and dripping fangs.
There was only one thing left for her to do.
She tilted her head and submitted her neck.
In a split second, his fangs sunk in, the twin pinpricks burning like hell for the whole of two seconds before the venom hit and euphoria took over.
She climaxed again.
It took a few seconds or maybe minutes—she wasn't sure—before Amanda became aware of Dalhu's strong arms holding her flush against him and his hot tongue lapping at her throat.
She smiled and shifted, making herself more comfortable on his lap, then sighed. She was blissed out, wiped out… and just overall out.
Immortal sex was out of this world.
Dalhu had bitten her before, and he had brought her to a climax before as well. But not at the same time. And as it turned out, the two were definitely not one plus one.
More like two to the tenth power.
Dalhu nuzzled the spot he had licked so thoroughly before. "I'm sorry I lost it there at the end," he whispered against her neck.
"It was incredible." She breathed in, smiling and stretching. "Don't let it get to your head, but it was the best sex I ever had—by a huge margin. And we didn't even get to the main act yet. Imagine what that would be like."
Dalhu's wet cock jerked to attention under her butt. "Fuck, yeah… " he hissed. "Still, I hate that I lost control. I behaved like a crazed animal. Fuck, I was a beast."
"A very sexy beast," she purred, "and all mine. Mine to command and to serve my every whim." She looped an arm around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss. "Right?"
"As you wish." He smiled down at her.
"Oh, you say the sweetest things."
CHAPTER 17: SEBASTIAN
At his first-class private suite on Emirates Airlines, Sebastian Shar powered up his laptop. The lovely flight attendant had just cleared the dishes from the truly superb five-star dinner he'd finished, and before calling it a day, he wanted to check on the line-up of, hopefully, suitable properties for his new base in California.
The first on the list was a defunct all-boy boarding school. It had lovely if neglected grounds, with a school building and dormitories that were serviceable. But it was too close to the town it was named after.
The second was so perfect that it was almost too good to be true.
A Buddhist monastery near Ojai was closing its gates after the number of monks had dwindled down to too few to manage the property.
At least this was the official story.
Sebastian suspected that running out of money had been the real reason behind it. He couldn't imagine that there was much demand for Buddhist retreats, and it didn't look like the monks had been producing anything for sale. Whatever, their mismanagement was his gain. The location was perfect, and the property was offered at a ridiculously low price.
The grounds, situated at the end of a long unpaved road, sprawled over gently sloping hills and were surrounded by a tall stone wall—topped with serpentine barb wire.
Apparently, a monk had gotten mauled by a mountain lion a few years back—the cat leaping with ease over the eight foot high stone wall. Following the attack, the monastery had added the barb wire, raising the height of the fence to well over twelve feet, and was now reassuring potential buyers that the wall was tall enough to keep mountain lions out.
Not really.
A big cat could jump over up to twenty feet. But this was not something that caused Sebastian concern. Predators were smart enough to stay away from more dangerous ones. There was no chance a cat would go after one of his warriors. A monk, on the other hand, must've been a tasty, defenseless treat.
The twelve-foot-high fence was good enough, and the place even came with a basement.
The monastery's few shortco
mings were easy to fix. A new electric gate was needed, and on that note, it wouldn't hurt to electrify the barb wire as well. That way the place would be tightly secured—no uninvited guests getting in, and no prisoners getting out.
The main renovation, though, would be transforming the basement into a well-functioning dungeon. Used by the monks for storing produce and other staples, the basement was one big space, with random supporting walls and pillars strewn about.
Sebastian planned to turn it into living quarters for the girls he was going to provide his men with, applying the formula that worked so well for Passion Island to his own new stronghold.
There was no shortage of young, pretty junkies and runaways on the street of LA. After all, other than the former Soviet Union, Los Angeles and New York were the main hubs for procuring fresh new flesh for the island—the typical customers showing a preference for the fair skinned, blonde, Slavic and American beauties.
For a short time, Sebastian would just divert the flow of supply to his new base.
Other than providing for the needs of his men, he envisioned turning a nice profit on the side. And as an added bonus, offering free and discreet sex services to his potential new business associates might be just the right sort of bribe—or in some cases extortion—to incentivize cooperation. In addition to the traditional monetary incentives, that is.
A few emails and phone calls later, the deal was closed and arrangements were made for the renovation work to start.
Now it was time for the fun part. Pulling out a crisp piece of white stationery paper, Sebastian began drawing a design for the dungeon.
He knew exactly how he wanted it. He was going to model it after an exclusive BDSM club in Amsterdam—one of his favorites. The club was housed in the basement of an old castle and was luxuriously appointed. Sebastian was not interested in replicating most of the common areas, but the layout and decor of the many private rooms was perfect for what he had in mind.
CHAPTER 18:KIAN