“Have you ever had a blow job?” I asked, while unbuttoning his slacks.
“I do not know that word, but assuming you mean a mouth on my cock, then yes.” His eyes swirled, and I noticed his fangs drop with the thought of my mouth touching him. I figured he’d experienced a blow job before, but I was going to show him how we did it in the twenty-first century.
He was large and didn’t fit within my grasp. There was no way I’d be able to get my mouth around him completely, but I damn sure would make it work. I could be one hell of a competitive girl, and I would not let this monster cock best me.
Tatsou cursed as I licked up the side of his length, then embraced him as far as I could within my mouth. I moved over and over him, watching as his abs flexed with gentle thrusts to match my sucks. I fondled his balls and I’m sure I gave him the best oral sex of his life.
“Kat.” He groaned and his fingers gripped my hair, and I knew he was close. I used all the tricks I knew to pleasure him, and withing seconds, he moaned my name, thrust his cock into my mouth where it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed his release. After he finished, I slowly eased myself up and looked upon his sated expression with pride. Oh yeah, I brought a vampire to heaven with my dick-sucking skills. Before I could truly soak him in, I was flipped over and he was positioned over me.
“I want to give you that feeling. Do men do this?” He kissed me once on the lips, not caring that they were attached to his cock moments ago.
“Oral sex? Oh yeah, baby.” I ran a hand along his jaw, then in his hair. I guess in his time, giving the woman oral wasn’t the thing to do. Men got blow jobs, had sex, but the women didn’t have needs. Lame.
“Tell me what to do.” He pulled down my yoga pants and panties with care. I quickly told him the basics and like everything else Tatsou did, he became a master of pleasuring a woman with his tongue overnight.
Chapter Twenty- Six
Katsumi
I spent my last two days working my butt off on Romi and my dresses, and the nights learning what made Tatsou growl my name. The deal between us dissipated over the hours spent in each other’s arms. I gave him as much of myself as I felt ready for, and he continued to feed me information about himself and vampire history. We grew comfortable with each other, and while I know he didn’t sleep at night, I liked having him in my bed to cuddle with.
We hadn’t discussed what we were doing or what it meant for his plans of revenge. However, I had a feeling I may come out of this alive and hopefully I could stay with him until I got old. Would it be weird dating a vampire when I’m an old grandma? Sure. The thought didn’t bother me much, though. For now, I didn’t want to be turned into an immortal. I still wanted to live as a human, have my time in the limelight with my fashions, and grow older. Being mortal made me appreciate living life each day. I wasn’t ready to give that up.
“I need your help with my hair.” Romi’s voice invaded my thoughts. She’d come over to get ready for the event tonight. I’d been putting on my red lipstick where I felt the blissful soreness bloom from my lips. Tatsou spent every second he could kissing me. Maybe he needed to make up for hundreds of years asleep, or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of them. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.
“Sure.” I set the tube down and walked over to help Romi. Her dark-blue dress fit her perfectly. I loved how the V-neck spaghetti straps accentuated her elegant neck and collarbones. It was a simple fit-and-flare style with a secret weapon. Both of our dresses were floor length, but we hoped to sneak away after the event and go dancing at one of the clubs nearby. I wasn’t afraid of what my father was because I was falling for the monster that could destroy him. Romi wanted a night out and didn’t care as long as Takeo was with her, which he planned to be. I braided bits of her hair into a low, messy bun with little wisps framing her face. I had two little blue flower pins I stuck in the back to bring out the details.
“You are radiant, my dearest sister.” I smiled and she grinned in the mirror.
“You always know how to make me look so beautiful.” She stood and then spun around, letting the material flow around her like Cinderella.
“You are already beautiful. Now the clothes match.”
“You ladies ready?” Takeo’s voice called from the other side of the door.
“Yes, and you are gonna need a cold shower after you see me, baby!” she replied, and I laughed so hard I thought I might need to pee again. I gripped the door and let him in to see her while she struck a pose.
“Romi,” he whispered as he stepped into the room. His breath hitched, and my heart pitter-pattered for them.
“I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress.” He closed the distance with her and took her hand to spin her around once. I loved their relationship, pure and beautiful. Tatsou walked in, and his golden eyes instantly glowed. He quickly leaned to kiss my cheek and pulled back before the others noticed.
His tux and crimson tie that matched my dress sped my heartbeat up even faster. We looked like we belonged together. He scanned over the French lace sleeves and the wide, deep V that came to an end with a four-inch beaded ribbon at my waist before the material flared out to the ground. I’d strategically placed heavy beading and lace over my nipples, but you could see my skin beneath the rest of the top section. The bottom had habutai silk underneath the lace, so nothing was see through. It was a bold choice, a true showstopper. I’d pulled half of my hair back into large braids that hung down behind my head and put in large, red, dangle earrings. If I hadn’t gotten deals for my clothes before now, I would surely gain supporters tonight.
“Ok, your father is expecting you two, so we better get you ladies down to the ballroom.” Takeo pulled back from Romi with pink lipstick on his lips.
“Sounds good, but you might wanna . . . yep. Check yourself there.” I gestured that he had something on his lips, and he wiped off the pink with a grin.
The boys led us to the elevator and down the hallway to the large ballroom. I’d been grateful Father booked us at the hotel to get dressed versus getting ready at home and driving the hour to Osaka. We looked fresh and ready to chat with Japan’s elite people.
We were presented with our father, who was nicely dressed in a black tux and a cream-colored vest. My mother wore a matching cream-colored kimono dress, accentuating her figure. People sat at round tables, and our party was close to the stage where a small orchestra soothed us with their music.
As we walked around greeting people, our guards stayed off to the side watching for threats. Takeo couldn’t take his eyes off my sister, and I could barely do the same for Tatsou. There would be no dancing with him or being in our own little world at this event. He was simply my bodyguard to everyone around us. Rei watched me as I eyed my vamp with a frown. I hated hurting him, but he would have to get over it.
After about twenty minutes of introductions, a full-course meal began coming through the kitchen doors. I can’t say I didn’t like this lifestyle from time to time. My introverted side loved being home and away from the crowds, but every once in a while, I needed a night out, as long as too many people didn’t talk to me. Thankfully most people wanted to talk to my mother and left the rest of us out of their conversations.
While we ate, three speakers talked about various businessmen in the room and their accomplishments that have benefited Japan. My father waved when his name was called once, and I wondered if the people clapping would be so gracious if they knew what other businesses he was the CEO of.
After finding the will to consume the last bit of fruit and spongy castella cake, I sat back in my chair as most everyone stood to mingle with each other. A few people danced in the proper area to the fun music by the orchestra. My father stood in the middle of a six-man crowd, laughing and basking in his influential status of the group. Romi and mother had ventured off to talk to their friends of high society, while I was stuffing my face with cake.
