The phallic-shaped ice slid inside of me, thrusting into my pussy with a purposeful pace. My eyes widened at the surprising chill. “Calind,” I said his name in a soft cry.
“Not yet,” he taunted between clenched teeth as he bit my nipple with more pressure.
I braced against him, willing myself to not succumb to the feeling sweeping over me.
I continued to lose control over my thoughts, emotions, and reactions when he was with me this way. He had the ability to penetrate under the surface when we were alone, unlike any other. It was as though he dug a hand into my chest and gained control of a part responsible for enabling all functions.
He reached up, snaking a hand around the back of my head. The melting, thick piece of ice worked me over as Calind set my body on fire with his tongue, teasing me from my neck to my belly button and back up again.
The disparate temperatures made me uncomfortable as he neared the wettest part of my body. He kissed my thigh, watching my pussy respond to the melting ice. His eyes shot up at me, provoking the thrall.
I quaked against the mattress fighting to not come, straining, my fingernails digging into the covers.
“Now, Regan.”
Upon hearing Calind’s permission, the explosion hit me hard. So hard, I couldn’t stay still. I cried out as my body shuddered violently. He pumped the dildo inside me to make me come again and again until the ice melted into a thin cylinder.
Calind’s hands caged my thighs, keeping me close and motionless. His face lowered between my thighs, and he licked a throbbing piece of me.
When I responded with a hoarse cry, his tongue worked magic, circling around the sopping wet and sensitive little head.
“You’re f-fucking driving me crazy. P-Please,” I begged as my body vibrated. “I can’t c-come anymore.” I pleaded with him, widening my eyes. He stared at me from between my thighs. The glint in his eyes exacerbated the warm and giddy sensation taking over me. “I-It’s too fucking much.”
He dragged his lips across my clit and winked at me as if to say, It’s never enough.
He dropped the ice to the floor and pulled my legs farther apart. Moving swiftly, he uncovered my clit from where it was hiding and wrapped his lips around the little nub. He sucked it, attacking my bundle of nerves with an insane ability. His fingers slammed into my tight and drenched opening, jarring me and quaking my thighs.
The feeling was so intense my eyes watered, and I struggled not to jump off the bed. Calind pinned me with exquisite torture, and I could do nothing else but cry and scream out every obscenity I knew.
My back curved at a severe angle, my head was upside down, and tears ran into my hairline. My limbs grew sore from the convulsions. I couldn’t regain control of my senses and stop the undulating climaxes from wrecking me in a repeated cycle.
Moisture continued to stream from my eyes. My voice had grown hoarse from screaming. Rush after rush wrecked my body, shocking me with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I soared higher than I did when I had my first hit of weed.
Calind finally relented, and I collapsed onto the mattress, trying countless times to catch my breath. He gripped my trembling foot in one hand and kissed the bone in my ankle. Shocks radiated from my foot back to my core.
He positioned his body in between my legs. The head of his thick erection thumped against my separated pussy lips. With his eyes stuck on me, and his strong arms tensing and holding him upright, he urged his hips forward, filling me with his cock.
Showing little mercy, he pumped his length inside me, working me over with deep, long and slow strokes. The feeling equaled being skyrocketed by my pussy to the moon. The man blew my normal pleasure level out of the fucking water, multiplied by countless times, and he kept it there, in a constant cycle, torturing me.
He slipped his hand underneath my legs and lifted my hips from the mattress. I was a dead weight in his arms. With my ass in his hands, he shoved his cock between my tightening wet walls.
The mind-blowing friction inside my pussy pervaded my body. My wet pussy and his movements made our lower halves sing in a noisy symphony together.
His hand found my throat, and the other clasped my nape as he licked a trail of perspiration from my neck and sucked my chin.
I dug my nails into his back, smoothly dry despite his exertion, and he didn’t flinch. Wearing a crooked grin, he continued to perform deadly actions on my body.
I clung to him, burying my face in his rock hard chest. The expensive scent filled my nostrils.
My brain turned into fuzz as an earth-moving explosion hit me. Black and white blotches filled my vision. The deeper Calind slammed into me, the more I felt him inside my head, killing the fuck out me emotionally and physically, and reviving me again. A connection formed, and I sensed his climax pending on the edge of another of my own.
I lost my grip on his body and slid backward. The angles in the bed made sure it didn’t matter. Calind had a firm hold on my ass, a perfect angle for his inhuman drilling.
He flipped me over with ease like a rag-doll and adjusted my hips in the air with his forearm planted between my waist and the bed. His other hand grabbed a hold of my ass cheek and gave it a hard and skin-stinging slap before entering me again.
Thrusting inside of me as though I’d die tomorrow, he triggered the sensations in my body to the ‘on’ position, and it never turned off.
I’d never been left so full of sweat, ravaged, exhausted and wanting more. It was hours upon hours of pure fucking bliss.
Just as I thought I was near to falling into a comatose state, the top of his head sank between my shoulder blades, and my pussy became a little wetter.
I burst into tears, conquered and overflowing with gratification.
Everything faded to black.
I came to slowly, blinking my foggy eyes and forgetting where I was until I realized there was a body underneath me.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t still inside of me—he might as well have been. I felt him on every patch of my skin and he flooded my internal senses, leaving me with a warm, peaceful feeling.
Scenes from last night came to mind. I’d had a molly once, but this wasn’t the result of Calind slipping one in my drink. He was the molly, and what he made me feel last night was pure insanity.
I touched his face, searching for proof of reality. Besides his better than good looks, it was a human looking back at me, yet something had changed between us. Something big.
Weak and exhausted, I fell into melancholy as I remembered what Calind tried to get me to forget. My deadline was looming. I should’ve felt more symptoms than I did, however. Whatever Calind gave me in the syringe stopped them, but it didn’t cure me.
I could try to pretend it didn’t matter, but Calind had burrowed deep inside of me, and it made me believe deeper feelings were developing.
He stared back at me and grinned, eliciting schoolgirl crush bellyaches and a fire underneath my skin. I had no name for what he made me feel, other than to label it with the one word I’d never made an acquaintance of. It made little sense to have any deep emotion for Calind, and there couldn’t have been a worse time for it to surface.
I placed my palms on his chest, wondering why he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat during the session that endured until I lost all track of time and sense.
My voice was almost gone and my throat was sore. He had to have been inside me for hours. I didn’t sweat as much in the forty-five-minute kickboxing classes I religiously attended, prior to my sickness affecting my daily life.
His hand reached up to clasp my face.
I sank into it, growing addicted to his touch. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
His thumb brushed against my generous mouth. I parted my lips, kissing the digit. He closed his eyes for a moment and pulled me to rest on his chest. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE OVERCROWDING AND overpriced basic foods made Singapore my least favorite place.
The breathtaking view of the city’s skyline at night, overlooking the murky green water from high atop my hotel room, persuaded me to rethink my first impression. Singapore wasn’t awful in the least. My loneliness for Calind painted everything with a dark, pessimistic brush.
He and I went to only one place together in the two weeks we’d been in Singapore. We weren’t even alone. He occupied his time with business associates during dinner. I was an addict acting strung out, shaking and jonesing for a fix of my daily required dose of Calind. I needed him to fuck me again, badly.
After roving around the city alone, I returned to the hotel to pace around and smoke while staring at the door, waiting for Calind.
The second time I ventured out by my lonesome, determination ensured I’d find a friend to keep myself from losing my fucking mind and humping anything with a hard-on.
I met an expatriate while shopping, whose name I couldn’t remember. She was tolerable enough to keep me company at night and serve as my shopping partner during the day. She showed me cheaper places to eat and introduced me to food hawkers. My new acquaintance kept my mind off Calind for seconds at a time. Well, it was progress.
Today, my new “friend” took a break from stuffing her face with the room service I ordered. “Oh, my god. This kaya toast is to die. Did you try it?”
“I’m not hungry.” I lit another cigarette and glanced at my phone, willing it to ring or chime with a text, a phone call, or even a damn email message from Calind.
“Why don’t you leave him?” my nameless friend asked. “He’s obviously cheating on you.”
“If I wanted your opinion…” I shook my head and tossed my phone on the table. “I don’t want your opinion.”
The front door opened, and my body came back to life. Finally, Calind.
My friend stood with her mouth agape while she gawked at him. She looked at a loss for words for a second. “Hi. I’m Larsen. Regan’s friend.”
Calind shot me look with enough annoyance to let me know he wasn’t happy with her being there. He turned on the debonair act, giving her a smile that made her swoon and took her hand, kissing the back of it. “Calind.”
“What the hell?” My eyes shot proverbial daggers in his direction. “You hardly see me, and you greet her first?” I put my cigarette out on the glass end table. There was so much drama in my movement, I burned the tips of my gel nails.
“I didn’t want to be rude to your friend,” he said, moving toward me.
I stepped backward, sticking my hand in his face. “Boy, bye.”
He smirked and glanced back at my acquaintance. “Larsen, is there somewhere my driver can take you? I need to be alone with Regan.”
“Actually, I have a room downstairs. Guess I’ll go there.” She grabbed the plate as she walked backward. “It was really nice meeting you.” She gave me a wave and mouthed, Wow, before she left.
Relief gave way to anger. I settled onto the couch, glaring up at him the entire time. “Is the reason you wear black to avoid getting caught with lipstick on your collar? It doesn’t work when the lipstick is on your neck.” My attention darted to the red blotch staining his skin.
He sat in the armchair across from me, crossing his legs the way men do—using too much damn space. He contemplated me with indifference and rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb. “I apologize if you felt neglected. It will be the last time you feel that way.”
I fiddled with my gold case for another cigarette. “Who was she?” My lighter didn’t want to ignite. I was seconds from throwing it across the room. “Work, you stupid fucking thing,” I muttered.
His unruffled demeanor irritated me.
“Fuck you, Calind.” I jerked upright, dropping the lighter on the table. “You aren’t allowed to screw anyone but me. Did you forget?”
“First,” his tone remained dispassionate, “the bed-hopping was your idea. Second, I’m not interested in fucking other women. Third, I don’t make a habit of making promises I can’t keep.”
“Then explain the goddamn lipstick on your neck.”
“We don’t have time. You take hours to prepare, and we have a dinner to attend this evening. I hope in all your shopping trips you found a suitable dress to wear.” He moved with fluidity, heading to the bedroom.
“No!” I stomped my foot while raising my voice, making him stop his stride. “You don’t get to do that. We’re having a discussion about this, right now.”
He plodded toward me, grabbed me by the crown of my hair, and held me motionless. “It’s not lipstick, it’s blood. You have thirty fucking minutes to get dressed before I lose my temper.” His throaty tone crept into an accent. The origin eluded me. I only knew one thing; I did what I thought I couldn’t do and actually pissed him off.
“And then what?” I goaded him with a false sense of confidence.
“Don’t take this somewhere you’re not ready to visit. I’ve been lenient with you, Regan. The dynamic can change, and I’ll show you what I expect from you by taking it out on your body, facilitating your inability to walk for a year.”
“Well, considering I won’t be here for a year, whatever.”
The ebony orbs nearly looked black as they sliced right through me. “Are you desiring a fuck to get out of your sour mood?”
“No,” I whispered the lie, as I was damn near ready to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me. “Let me go.”
He released the death grip he had on my hair. “Get. Dressed.” He shoved me forward and smacked my ass hard enough to make it sting for a good fifteen minutes afterward.
WE TRAVELED A few miles outside of downtown Singapore to a three-story house that had innovative architecture unlike I’d ever seen before and a balcony surrounding the perimeter of the space. The angular lines made the home look like it came from the space age.
The crowd inside the sitting room was small, only six people. They appeared similar to the other people I encountered in my exploits with Calind—too perfect. Creepy, fake smiles marked their faces, and the conversation topics bordered on all things inane, reminding me of the life I abandoned.
I moved to a quiet space on the balcony. The breathtaking view of the lush trees framing the downtown skyline in the distance failed to pull me away from feeling disquieted.
I didn’t know if I could put up with this for another three to five months. Calind was driving me insane—a good and bad kind of insane. I had him at my fingertips yet could never grasp him, to make me believe he was mine, even if it was just for show.
His heat and the smell of his cologne made his presence known to me. He slipped his forearm around my torso and gave me a glass of champagne while kissing my exposed shoulder. “I’m all yours tonight.”
“Why can’t you be all mine every night?” I turned around, sliding my arm around the indent in his waist. “What’s happening in Singapore? Why do I hardly ever see you?”
He stared at me vacant-eyed, and it annoyed me even more. “It won’t happen again.”
“Where do you go all the times you leave me? Why are you so busy?” My voice was so low, I was sure he had to strain to hear me.
He glanced back at the crowd. “If you’re not up for this, take a bedroom upstairs and rest.”
My heart sank. I averted my eyes to avoid letting him see my disappointment at my unanswered questions. “That would be rude. It’s your friend’s house.”
“It’s my home.”
My eyes widened. “How many homes do you have?”
“Seven,” he said, nonchalant.
It didn’t make sense. Executive Suites couldn’t have paid that well.
I placed the glass on the edge of the metal banister. “This trip isn’t about me. It’s about business for you. Whatever the hell it is you really do. This whole thing…” Lacking the ability to find a proper word, I settled on, “Sucks.” Muttering underneath my breath, I added, “I wish I could ask for a refund.”
“How’s your bank account, Regan?”
“Excuse me
?”
“Was it a complicated question? Since you’ve been out on many spending excursions, I’m sure you have an answer to the question.”
I shrank in reaction to the cutting glare he cast my way. “Fine, I guess.”
“Fine meaning nothing was withdrawn? I see. Therefore, your intimation that this is a commerce exchange where you may behave like a self-centered bitch doesn’t apply here, does it?”
Bitch? Ouch. “Don’t call me a bitch, you asshole.”
“Asshole, is it? I’ll remember that for later.”
“I don’t care.”
He caught my hand before I made it off the balcony. “Have a seat in the dining room, Regan.”
“I’m going upstairs to rest.”
He closed in on me with his hands at either side of my neck, making me tilt my head back. “Have a seat in the dining room. In case it needs clarification…” His hands slipped up from my neck to my jaw as his lips grazed mine. A menacing look reappeared. “This time, I’m not fucking asking.”
I followed his directions and questioned my compliance once I settled in a seat. Why did he have this effect over me? I had become his faithful pet.
Calind’s guests kept ogling me and licking their lips like I was dessert. Their plates were empty, but their wine glasses were full of blood red wine.
My plate was the only one that contained food.
“I wouldn’t eat much,” Calind warned me from across the table. “It might ruin the plans I have for you tonight.”
Before I could question what he meant, a new arrival made everyone stir.
In walked a woman, dressed head-to-toe in black latex. A half mask gave her a little anonymity, only revealing her jaw and blood red lips.
I felt as though I knew her somehow, and had interactions with her. The only two women I could think of who fit the bill were Evani and Michelle. The woman had several features in common with Michelle and none with Evani. It would have been impossible to be Michelle, though, wouldn’t it?
The Vamp Experience_The Full Experience Page 10