He leans down, his breath hot against my ear, "Roll those pretty eyes at me one more time, sweetheart, and I'll give you something to roll them about."
I take a shaky breath, raising my glass like I'm about to toast the end of my sanity. "Cheers."
Little does he know, school is about to be in session—and I'm the headmistress tonight. Bottoms up, big boy!
Rhyland steps back, smirking like he's got this shit in the bag. "Cheers." He raises the glass to his lips and gulps it down like it's the elixir of life.
I hold my breath, waiting for the fireworks to start.
Rhyland's face morphs from smug to utterly bewildered as he starts swaying like he's on the deck of Gideon's ship during a hurricane. He stumbles to the chair,looking up at me with those blazing blues now clouded with confusion. "What the fuck?"
"Sorry, babe. All's fair in love and war, right?"
I quickly approach him, helping his stumbling ass to the bed before he becomes a Viking-shaped puddle on the floor. "Up ya go, big guy," I grunt, maneuvering him onto the mattress.
"Dani... what... did... you...?" He falls back on the bed, his eyes drooping fast.
Sable and I worked our asses off on this little witch's brew. Turns out, Sable's grandma—a witch so powerful she could probably turn you into a toad just by thinking about it—knows of an herb that can knock a vampire on their supernatural ass—Shadows Grasp (because, apparently, witches aren't big on creative naming), and it's been a secret weapon for centuries.
Sable and I turned it into a magic potion that can be slipped into a drink with no muss, fuss, or telltale smell or taste. I figured this was easier than trying to stab my vampire with a needle. Plus, way less chance of me accidentally stabbing myself in the process.
I couldn't believe my eyes when we tested this little cocktail on Erik. It worked like a charm, turning our resident stoic vampire into a pile of undead goo. It's our ace in the hole now, and tonight, it's my secret weapon to turn my Viking into putty in my hands. For the next few hours, he'll be about as threatening as a kitten on catnip.
I maneuver him into position on the bed, feeling like a naughty kid rearranging the furniture while the parents are out. Only in this case, the furniture is a 6'4" vampire who usually calls all the shots.
As Rhyland slips deeper into his forced siesta, I can't help but grin. Oh, how the mighty have fallen—time to see how Mr. Alpha handles being the submissive for once. Let the games begin, and may the odds be ever inmyfavor.
I leap off the bed like a ninja and dash to grab my secret weapon, numero dos—rope.
Time to undress the sleeping beauty. And holy hell, who knew an unconscious vampire could weigh more than an elephant?
"Come on, big guy," I grunt, wrestling with his jacket like it's trying to eat me. "Work with me here!"
Rhyland flops back onto the bed, out cold. I attack his clothes with the determination of a woman on a mission. Shirt? Gone. Pants and boxers? Sayonara. Shoes? See ya!
And there he is, in all his glory. All yummy tatted chest, skin golden from his newfound ability to sunbathe without bursting into flames. His colossal cock, lying at half-mast on his stomach. Those chiseled abs rise and fall slowly as he snoozes away in la-la land. Christmas came early, and I got the world's sexiest present.
Time for some creative gift wrapping. I tie Rhyland up by his hands to the headboard, feeling like a naughty girl scout earning her bondage badge. Then I work my way down to his feet, securing them to the bedposts. He's spread out like a Viking buffet, open to my every whim. Bon appétit!
For the finishing touch, I cup my hands over each rope, channeling my power. My hands glow as I seal the bonds. Unless I say so, he's not getting free. There's no telling what he'll do when he gets his strength back, but that's a problem for future Dani. Right now, I've got a Viking to ravish.
This ride's about to get wild, and I'm holding the reins. Who's giving orders now, huh? Spoiler alert: it's not the guy currently drooling on the pillow.
Sorry, babe, but class is in session, and Professor Dani is about to teach you a lesson in humility.
Rhyland
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Icome to, my head pounding like a fucking jackhammer.
What the hell happened?
I haven't felt this shitty since I was drugged fucking ages ago. That's a memory I'd rather forget.
Shadows Grasp.
I force my eyes open, taking in my surroundings, and instantly notice I'm tied up. I yank on the ropes, but it's useless. I'm weak as fuck. Even my telekinesis is out of my grasp. My mouth is drier than a bone.
