I cock my head at her and grin.“Vampire trash.”
“That’s two words,Penelope,”she tuts, all dramatic, playing the game.“Pay attention, or I’ll put this stake somewhere that will make you consider behaving.”
Who the hell is this vampire?I’ve never had anyone give as good as I do.She’s relentless.And I am soaked—and not with sweat.Apparently, I do like being challenged.Who knew?It’s not like anyone in the palace challenges me.Gods know Blane didn’t.Daria might be the only exception and that’s purely over security.All Mother’s staff pander to whatever ridiculous requests I make, my dramatics usually swept under the carpet.
But Dahlia.She isn’t taking any of my shit, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed off or aroused.
My nipples are so hard they’re chafing against my night dress, and my thighs keep sticking together.
“Safe word…” Dahlia says, the warning clear in her tone.Too bad for her, I don’t seem to have a line.
“Hmm, if it’s not vampire trash, how about: fuck you?”I laugh as the words spill out.
She grits her teeth and flips me on to my front.
“The problem with brats is thinking they can beat their dom.You can’t.Your safe word is stiletto.Say it.”
“S… S…Vampire trash.”A cackle tickles my tongue as I try and keep a straight face.
She hoiks my nighty up and off my body, leaving me naked on the bed, and proceeds to spank me hard enough it’s going to leave a handprint.I yelp.But my body breaks out in goosebumps as the sting turns to molten pleasure.
“Say.It,” she snarls.
“Fuck.You… Sir.”
I swear her skin flushes, but she moves fast and brings the stake down on my backside.I shriek, try to wriggle and scramble up to rub my cheeks, but she has me pinned on my front, my arms locked behind my back.Tears well just as her hand strokes and circles my raw skin, soothing the sting of what I know is going to leave a bruise.
A mark.
She fucking marked me.
That realisation makes a little zing of pleasure pulse in my clit.
“I’m going to ask you one more time.”She slides something cool and hard between my legs right to my entrance.What the fuck?
I wriggle up and away.“Is that the stake?I thought that was a joke.”
“I never joke.Safe word, Princess…”
I’m panting.Short, shallow breaths as I try and move.But I’m stuck, her grip might as well be steel chains.My clit throbs so violently I know I’m going to come whether I like it or not.
How dare she treat me like this.
How dare I enjoy it.
I’m livid.
Furious with her.Even more furious with myself for enjoying it.I buck against her grip, knowing the punishment is only going to get worse.
I want it.
I need it.I want to see how far I can push her.And I won’t lie, the fact she’s pushing right back and standing up to me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.I crave the fact she’s putting me in my place.No one has ever been strong enough or dared to do that.
“Trash,” I spit out.
She sighs audibly and brings the stake to my entrance, drawing it around my opening.Teasing, making me soak the end of it.I shiver against her, my whole body alive with electricity.Then the cool press of wood is gone.I crane my head back.
“One last time.”She grins, that same expression of chaos and curiosity I saw in the Whisper Club.Only this time, it’s a little more twisted, a little more sadistic.Her expression reforms into malice and maybe a little mayhem.
