Her Vampire Temptation (Midnight Doms Book 8) Page 5

  “You have a safe word?” He pulls me back against him, so my ass is against his hard cock.

  “Do I need one?” I reach back to touch him where I can. Pull at his clothes.

  “Most definitely.” He breathes a smile into my neck. “Choose well.”

  His palms cup my breasts through my dress, find the nipples. Pinch. I suck in a breath.

  “Red.” I bite my lip, hard. “Like blood.”

  He stiffens behind me. “What an apt choice.”

  “I’m an apt kind of girl.” I grind my buttocks against him. “You’ll see.”

  “I intend to do just that.” He spins me around, suddenly, so I face him, and puts both hands on my shoulders. “You ready?” His smile is dark and dangerous.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.” I roll my eyes and grin. “Thanks for joining the party.”

  “Take this off.” His voice is low. He flicks the strap of my dress with a finger. Steps backs, crosses his arms. “Nice and slow. Eyes on me while you do it.” He gives me a challenging stare. “That is, if you’re brave enough to do it. If not, I’ll have to teach you a good little lesson in private.” He glances from me to the room. He’s checking me, making sure I like where he’s going. Keeping it sexy in case I need an out.

  And I do like it.

  I move to step out of my shoes, but he shakes his head. “Leave the heels. Listen, Bri.” He snaps his fingers. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”

  I narrow my eyes at his smug composure, and heat rises in my body. He’s arrogant, and I like it. So I slide the dress down and wiggle out of it, carefully letting it pool at my feet as I step out.

  Now I’m just in panties and a bra, lacy. Red.

  His eyes widen for a split second, and I know he likes what he sees. I exercise and I’m fit, and I’m proud of my body.

  “Your turn.” I smile.

  “Did I tell you to speak?”

  “I speak when I choose.” I taunt him with my expression.

  “Not anymore.” He taps my cheek with his hand. “Not unless I specifically ask you to. Or unless you need to say red.”

  I open my mouth, irritated. Close it because I like the game. Want to see where he’s going. Want to feel his hands on me.

  “And right now, I’m going to spank you as a reminder to obey.”

  I blink at him, and my nipples pebble in the air. My body pulses with adrenaline and fear. And desire.

  “You see those people?” He points. “You want them to watch us right now?”

  I turn my head. Eyes are on us. It’s expected; in a club like this, you watch. You are watched. It’s all part of the game.

  And I don’t mind; in fact, it enhances the rush. It’s like being famous, for a minute or a second, having people drawn to your drama.

  I nod. Smile in anticipation.

  “They’re going to enjoy this.” In a movement so fast I don’t register it, he sits on the padded bench beside us and pulls me to his lap. “But not as much as I plan to.”

  I’m across his hard thighs, ass up, looking at the floor. It’s polished hardwood, so shiny it gleams a thousand reflections of the lights refracted in the room.

  “You can cry out if you want to.” He chuckles. “But I don’t want to hear any words.”

  I swear to God, this lights such a fire in me that if I wasn’t wet between the thighs already, I’d soak my panties further.

  He taps my ass once with his hand, once again, then spanks. Hard.

  I gasp and squirm on his lap. Hold back the “ouch” in my throat.

  “Relax.” He strokes his hand up and down my thighs. “Lie still.”

  Under his caress, my body softens, languid, and my muscles unclench.

  He spanks me again. Harder than before. The crack echoes around the room, and I wriggle. “Ah-mmm.” It’s difficult not to say anything, not even, “Ow.”

  He chuckles. “Good girl. Behave when you’re on my lap, Bri.”

  Now he brings his hand down fast, over and over. Spanks on the roundest part of my ass, and my thighs, and the place where I sit. In less than a minute my skin is on fire, and each new spank pushes my hips into his legs, driving my arousal deeper.

  I utter a strangled cry. I want to say “stop” and “ow!” and “Alain!”—but he doesn’t want words. In frustration, I grab at his leg and squeeze my nails in hard. Whimper at an especially hard spank, right on the spot that burns the hardest.

  His hand feels like a paddle. “Hands down.” He slaps over and over. “You want to come? It’s not a given. Remember, you’re earning an orgasm by behaving for me. If you don’t please me, I’ll dress you up and send you home, girl.”

  I yelp and gasp. “Mmmm!” It hurts, and I want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want him to fuck me. I want to speak.

  And because he’s my master in this moment, I’m going to let him do exactly what he wants, even if it’s making me insane. I’ll go through anything to get to the part where he lets me come.

  “Feel how wet you are.” He pauses and strokes my flaming skin. “Spread your thighs. More. Ah, you’re dripping with arousal, aren’t you?”

  He slides a finger under the gusset of my thong into my pussy.

  I immediately clench down. “Gah. Mmm.”

  He lets his fingers stray to my clit, where he strokes for an agonizingly long moment before pulling away. “I think you like what I’m doing.”

  I push my hips down into his body, hard.

  He laughs. “Too bad you can’t speak and tell me what you want. More spanking, is it? Let me oblige.”

  He commences a rapid attack on my buttocks that has me nearly levitating off his lap. Finally, when I’m just about done, he stops instantly. It’s like he read my mind.

  “Still,” he whispers, and I close my eyes and sink into his body, the pain disappearing as he strokes my ass, over and over, until the burn is manageable, pleasant. Sexy. “That’s right.” His voice is low and sensuous. “Good girl.”

  It’s like I’m hypnotized, in a trance. I can’t tell if it’s endorphins, or his voice, or the lights in here, but everything blends into a sensual mix of pleasure, and my whole body hums with enjoyment. Yet the need to come is growing, second by second. I squirm again.

  A voice intrudes. “Alain, you have a lovely handful there.”

  “That I do.”

  “Care to share?” The new man has a British accent. He’s the man from the bar earlier, the tall one next to me. Handsome in his own way, but I’m not a toy to be passed around—

  I stiffen up, and Alain’s hand on the small of my back grounds me. “No.” His voice is flat and firm. “She is mine alone.”

  “If you change your mind…” The newcomer lingers.

  “I won’t.” Alain flips me, stands, and pulls me into his arms so fast I’m dizzy. “Leave us, please.” It’s not a request.

  I barely have a chance to peek over at the other man, who nods and raises a glass with a rueful smile, before Alain strides over to a curtain and steps into a semi-private alcove. It’s dark in here, barely lit by a sconce in the wall that glows red.

  “You may speak, Bri. What do you want?”

  My voice is hoarse. “I want…” I don’t know what to say. “I want to feel your body. Take off your clothes for me.”

  He laughs. “You think you’re in charge here?” The whites of his eyes glint in the dark. I’m barely accustomed to the dimness, but I can make out a chair and a long, padded bench.

  “Yeah, I do.” My head is still swimming with my emotions and endorphins, and I sway in front of him.

  Without a word, he takes my panties in his hands and gently tugs them away from my hips. Then he pulls, and the fabric rips apart, effortlessly. He unwinds the fabric from between my thighs, where it’s stuck along my pussy and ass, wet with my arousal. “I don’t think you need this anymore.”

  He tosses it into the black. “You’re lovely. If you were mine, I’d keep you this way all the time. Na
ked and aroused. Begging for my touch.”

  “I’m not yours. And I’m not begging.” Bravado makes me speak.

  “Oh, you’re not? We’ll see.”

  “I don’t beg.”

  “Not even for your master?” His voice is light, but there’s something dark behind it. Something that makes me shiver in anticipation.

  I shrug.

  “Well, right now, it’s only a game for you, isn’t it? What if it were something more?”

  He moves so fast!—in a second he’s got me seated on the bench, and he’s kneeling in front of me, between my spread legs. Sucking my nipple. Stroking my thighs. “What if you were bound to me, Bri, and the only way to enjoy pleasure was to do my bidding day and night?”

  I moan and grab his hair.

  He laughs. “Pull all you want. It isn’t going to make me go any faster.”

  He strokes me again. “Lie down and open for me. Wide.”

  And I do. Because in the moment, I want him to be my master.

  And when I feel his tongue on my clit, his lips brushing along my skin, I cry out, a strangled gasp of pleasure. “Alain!”

  He teases me with his mouth. Over and over, bringing me to the brink and then pulling me back. After the third time, my thighs are shaking and sweat beads my forehead. My whole body is damp with effort and arousal.

  The dim red lights are so low that details of the alcove are just beyond my reach, like my eyes can’t acclimate. It just makes it that much easier to focus on Alain, alone, and what he’s doing.

  “I want to come. Fuck me, now,” I demand, my voice hoarse and needy.

  “We do things my way in here,” he corrects me, slapping my pussy with his hand. I’m so aroused that it makes a wet sound.

  “Ow!” I strain to close my legs, but he holds them open.

  “Did I tell you to do that?” He slaps me again, and the pain is like a bright beacon, tugging me every closer to my impending orgasm.

  “I’m going to come without you…” I warn.

  “Oh no, you’re not.” He chuckles and pinches my nipple. “Because I forbid it. And you’re going to obey me.”

  He bends down until our lips touch and whispers, “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moan. I’ve never been this electrified with need.

  “You’re going to do every last thing I ask,” he says.

  “Yes.” I arch up my hips.

  “Beg me.” It’s a command, low and harsh.

  “Alain, please. Please, I want to come.”

  “Not yet.” He laughs at my frustrated sound and pulls me up to a seated position. “First you’re going to show me your obedience.”

  “No….” I whimper. He was so close. I was so close.

  “Kneel.” He stands in front of me, legs parted slightly, arms crossed. “There.”

  Chapter 7

  Alain

  Having her immediately get to her knees in front of me, breasts heaving, brow damp with sweat, is the biggest rush I’ve had in two hundred years. This girl is practically falling apart with desire. And her smell—something about her, I don’t even know what—makes me come alive like I haven’t in decades.

  “I’ll do whatever you want.” It’s hard for her to say the words, but as soon as they come out, she falls into a deeper submission—the thing she’s sought from the start.

  I’ve been staying out of her mind, giving myself the chance to know her at a human pace, but some of her thoughts are broadcasting right into my brain. It’s like she wants me to read them.

  “Anything.”

  The light is so dim that she can barely see me, this I know. I bend down on one knee and get so close that our lips are nearly touching. Her pupils are wide with the need for light and for me, both.

  “Good girl.” I say the words into her parted lips.

  She closes her eyes and murmurs something.

  I stand up again, in front of her. “Unbuckle my belt,” I order, widening my stance and crossing my arms.

  She does it without question, her fingers hesitant at first on my body, then gaining confidence as she feels her way, figures out the latch and the loops.

  “Do you know what you’ll be doing next?” I pull the belt from the loops and fold it over, smack it once into my palm.

  She gasps.

  I laugh. “No, I won’t be whipping you with this.” I hit my palm again, the crack resounding against the walls of the chamber. “Not yet.”

  I toss it to the chaise and undress quickly. “But I like the way you think.” I get close to her. “And maybe you’ll get the belt later, on that pretty ass, depending on how well you do this.”

  I tap her under the chin with my index finger. “Open. Wide.”

  She doesn’t hesitate a single second.

  My cock is so hard it hurts. “Lick.” My whisper is guttural, hoarse.

  She darts out her pink tongue and lashes it across the tip of my cock, and it feels so fucking good that my thighs tighten up and I growl. “Bri, fuck.”

  She does it again. “Like this?”

  “Yeah, just like that.” This part wasn’t supposed to be about pleasure but more about control. Establishing my dominance and her submission. But it’s turning into more. I haven’t wanted a woman’s mouth like this in over a century.

  “Hands behind your back.” I snap it out. “Legs wider. Good.”

  She moves quickly to get into the position I want, and the sight of her like that, body contorted at my command, head at my groin, servicing me as I wish, sends a rush of arousal through me that I nearly can’t control.

  “Suck.”

  I guide her head with my hand, and her mind with mine. Relax that throat, girl. Let me in. Deep.

  She won’t hear the words, but she’ll feel the inspiration to do what she’s told.

  And she does.

  Soon enough, I’m so close to the edge that I could finish in her pretty mouth.

  “Nicely done, Bri.” I pull away from her warm lips, and she moans a bit, but stays in position, panting. I can see her pussy glistening with need between her parted thighs, and I like the way her breasts stick out with her arms behind her back.

  “Up on the chaise, now. Get back into that same position. I like how you look, waiting for my command.”

  “Yes, Master,” she murmurs, crawling her way up, sinuous, damp with sweat and arousal. She assumes the required pose, and she’s so fucking beautiful like this that I want to roar and sink my fangs into her soft skin.

  “Wait for me. Don’t move. I’ll know if you do.”

  I turn my back for a second. I take a deep breath to center myself and get back from the raw edge of desire. I’m the master. Why is it that I feel so out of control?

  When I turn back, she’s still in position, but she’s shifted an inch or so.

  “You moved.” I narrow my eyes.

  “I couldn’t help it.” She’s a little breathless. “I was off balance.”

  Understandable, forgivable, but also—punishable.

  “Next time ensure you’re correctly positioned from the start. Ten.”

  I bend over and grab the belt. “All fours, ass up.”

  She gulps, and her eyes go wide with panic and desire.

  “Faster, unless you want twenty?” I lower my voice. “Or more?”

  She’s in position in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry, Master.” She wants the ten, and then she wants to fuck. That’s fine with me.

  “You will be sorry.” I make my voice low and growly, and her pussy gets even wetter. I can see and smell how she likes my dominance and how much she wants the belt.

  I double it over, raise it up, and spank her hard, right across both cheeks.

  “Ow,” she moans, twitching her pretty ass.

  “Shh.” I spank her again, harder, a little lower. “Next time you’ll be more precise in your movements.”

  “Yes, I promise.” She can’t help yelping as I bring the belt down across her upper thighs.

  E
ven in the darkness, I can see the line of red bloom hard and fast. She’ll feel this tomorrow.

  “Tell me you like my belt across your ass, teaching you to behave.”

  “I like it,” she manages, then gasps as I bring the belt down again, again, again. “Ow.”

  “You’ll bare your ass any time and any place I command, Bri.” I whip her again. Hard.

  “Yes, I will! Aaah.” She flinches against the pain.

  “Raise your ass up to me. Show me you want this.”

  “It hurts,” she whimpers, but she sticks up her hips. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

  “Did we get to ten?” I spank her again.

  “I don’t know.” Her voice is raw with need. “Please.”

  I spank her a few more times, then discard the belt behind me, in the darkness.

  “You think you deserve to come?”

  “If you wish it, Master.”

  I don’t know how she learned to beg so nicely, but it fucking gets me even harder.

  I arrange cushions on the chaise so I can lie back, not fully reclined. “Straddle me, Bri. Hands on my shoulders and don’t move them.”

  I pull her over, help arrange her over my lap, setting her up so her pussy is hovering over my hard cock. “You’re going to do some work, now, to finally earn that orgasm.”

  I use one hand to touch her slit—so soft! So wet! I glide one finger up and down, play her clit a little, then push at her opening to stretch it a bit for me.

  I take her narrow hips in my hands. “You want this?”

  She nods, moans a little, and I tease her by letting her sit partway down so that the tip of my cock touches the entrance of her pussy. She cries out and tries to sink down, but I hold her firm. Rock her body and mine to tease her clit. “Not yet.”

  “Oh.” She bites her lip and tosses her head back.

  I enter the edges of her mind. The urge to orgasm is nearly overtaking her, and I force her to hold it off despite my teasing. I want to push her to the very edge of what she can take.

  “You like this?”

  I pull her down an inch, and she clenches her muscles down hard, trying to hold herself in place.