The minute the song is over, I lead Embry off the dance floor and to the back of the private area in the club. The red lights are dim and bounce off the Descallia emblems on the black marble floor as we make our way past a few black doors with golden embossed numbers.
She looks furtively around as though someone may see her making an escape with the dark lord, but nothing could be farther from the truth. The couples in this club are not the least bit interested in us. They are totally infatuated with their partners, and that’s where their eyes are at.
Although she’s right about some of the staff, and the regulars. Those are the ones who know me, know what I like, and like what I have to give. But I don’t give two fucks what they know about me or what they want from me. Until Embry, it was always the same. Every unspoken for female in the club or the city for that matter trying to get my attention some way or another.
Position in the vampire hierarchy, in the city, and general wealth exceeding that which can be spent are huge aphrodisiacs for some of the female kind. It’s all I’ve ever known. The females who sniff me and my money and power out with a bat of a sexy eye.
I could always see it so clearly and let it roll off of me like the wind, giving them gifts and taking what they offered so freely, but not once did I ever want more.
But with Embry, I not only want her body, I want to know every emotion that she has, I want to control every pleasure that she has because I want her heart and fucking soul to belong to no one but me. And I may have made the deal for a year but I want it far sooner than that.
And behind this door Embry is going to learn my proclivities, she’s going to learn to trust like she never has before and then she’s going to beg me to make her mine.
My cock throbs its agreement as we reach the door to my private room. There’s no going back for Embry from here.
20
EMBRY
Corvinus stops at door number three. He swipes a black card with golden letters, and it clicks open. He holds it and gestures for me to enter although my mind’s having a hard time processing all the items in the room as they come into sight. This is not what I thought it would look like. It’s so much more that I can barely breathe.
The door clicks closed, causing me to start. Corvinus closes the distance behind and takes my hand. “I’ll give you an introduction to every piece of equipment in this room. We’ll learn your limits together, love.”
My center spills with desire as I take in the spanking benches, all different in some aspect, but all finished in the same black leather. I caress one of the benches as we walk past, finding the texture as soft as rich butter. Very good leather, that’s for damn sure. And nervous or not, there’s a part of me that can’t wait to feel the coolness and softness of the material against my straining nipples, or his instruction and dominance.
Corvinus guides me gently toward the center of the room with a hand to my back, where a large St. Andrew’s cross stands so tall above us. The Descallia emblem is emblazoned on its front and cuffs dangle from each of the ends of the cross. Corvinusturns me to face him. “We’re going to go through a few rules now, love.”
My heart is beating so fast I can barely breathe but still I don’t want him to know exactly how much this means to me. “Okay. I’m ready for this, vampire.”
His eyes narrow. “In this room, it will be yes sir, Embry.”
My pussy fucking spills with desire. My minds spins with the reality of what we’re doing, what I’m doing, and what I’m willing to give this vampire. Control, something I’ve never given anyone in my life. I swallow through the lump forming at the back of my throat. “Yes, sir,” I say on a whispered breath.
He traces a finger down the line of my cleavage. “When we’re in this room, I’m in control of your pleasure. You wore this to tease, but instead, you should have obeyed. Did I ask you to wear a sweater that shows your breasts to anyone but me?”
Something in his eyes is different, holding mine captive until I reply. “No, I knew there would be women who weren’t, um, dressed. I wanted your eyes on me, vampire.”
His finger tips my chin. “Sir.”
I exhale a deep breath. “Sir, I just wanted your eyes on me, not on them.”
Corvinus strokes a finger down my face. “I knew before you came. Before we even entered the club, you had preconceived thoughts about me. The things you’ve read about me and models, superstars, and others in the tabloids and entertainment magazines? The stories you may have read, they weren’t untrue in a lot of cases. But they were affairs, love. Nothing more.”
Hmm…
His eyes don’t allow mine to stray, holding them with intensity. “Meaningless sex that was enjoyed for a night and then not thought about another day. Not once in all my years have I felt a connection like ours. You never have to worry about wheremy eyes are, love. My eyes, they’re always going to be on you and no one else, understand?”
The sincerity in his eyes and the way his hand snakes around beneath my hair, cradling my nape and drawing me closer makes butterflies in my belly dance. I inhale a breath, realizing there is no going back from this but knowing in my heart it’s what I want. “Yes.”
His lips capture mine, coaxing my desire until I part, allowing his tongue a seductive dance with my own. Everything south clenches, a passion that only Corvinus can bring, as he explores, his tongue and lips driving me to delirium with every little stroke. He peels me out of my tight little sweater and drops it to the floor, letting me breathe, but only for a second as his lips leave mine to travel down my skin and find the tips of my breasts. “Vampire,” I moan, trying my best to breathe through the pleasure spikes that are almost impossible to control.
His low growl against my throat sends desire snaking down my spine. “You’ll call me sir,” he instructs, causing my pussy to weep at the dominance in his voice, my mind reeling in a million directions contemplating the things he wants to do in this seductive room of sin as he divests me of the rest of my clothes.
Corvinus places me where he wants me on the platform of the cross. “Hands up, against the cross while I tell you the rules.”
I extend my arms far above my head while Corvinus traces the length from my underarms to my hands before securing me in the soft velvety cuffs, first one and then the other overhead on each point of the cross. When I’m secured to the steel, he strokes a finger down the length of my neck, tracing a path between my breasts, over my navel, and down to my mound.
Corvinus kisses my mound and then lowers his mouth, striking my clit with his wet hot tongue. My body ignites, and my hips move forward trying to get even closer to that heat.
