by Renee Rose
Aaron smiles. “It is, just a rare blend. It takes longer to mature than the Sweet Nectar. Try a sip,” he directs once we’ve been handed the drinks.
He holds the glass to my lips, and I sip it. I lick my lips and let the flavor coat my tongue. “It tastes the same, but different… almost nuttier, or smokier. It’s good.”
“You’re right of course, which is why I’ve called it Smokey Nectar. I only sell it to select clients, and I don’t advertise it to the public.”
“Humans, you mean,” I say in a hushed whisper against his ear.
He chuckles. “Exactly.”
He turns me, and his arm wraps around me once more as we cross the room to some of the club’s tables. He takes my drink and helps me to sit in the tall chair, then hands it back to me. We watch the dancers, biding our time before the ceremony.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks, obviously seeing my leg moving with the rhythm of the song.
“Yes please.” I smile at him. I enjoy the feeling of being wrapped in his arms as we sway to the music. I could stay in his arms forever like this, just moving with him, the music flowing through us as his hands dance over my skin.
“It’s about time we made our way downstairs,” he murmurs in my ear about an hour later. “After the ceremony, we can spend some time in the private room. I booked it for the night, hoping you’d stay with me.”
My lips turn up more at his words. “I’d like that. You did promise to make me come repeatedly.”
“Indeed, I did,” he replies, chuckling. “And I am looking forward to every single one of them.”
We move toward the stairs in the coat check area, which is being guarded by the mountainous military man I encountered earlier this evening. Eldridge. As we reach him, I move a little bit closer to Aaron, afraid that the man won’t let me go down.
“Eldridge, we are taking part in the ceremony, may we pass, please?” Aaron asks when the man doesn’t move at our approach.
He looks from Aaron to me and frowns hard. “So long as you don’t allow this one to wander.”
“Of course not, we’ve already discussed that, and I told you I would keep her with me,” Aaron murmurs.
“Very well, but know I will be keeping an eye on you both,” he answers and then moves aside, allowing us enough space to get through.
I exhale, thankful that he was cooperative. I don’t like the idea of the military man watching me, but maybe if he keeps an eye on me, he’ll be able to help Aaron if Siannon comes after me again. The woman really is a certifiable, crazed psycho.
We head down the stairs to see things have been shifted around and a cleared space has been made. On one side of the cleared space, sits the king and who I can only guess is his queen. She is the same woman he danced with last night. She is very beautiful. I watch her lean in to the king and whisper in his ear, which causes the handsome vampire to smile.
There are a few others in the room, but I don’t recognize any of them. I don’t know a great many people anymore, not since I was in college—and I’ve lost contact with nearly all of them. Aaron leads me over to another couple. I know one of them has to be a vampire and, by my guess, it is the man. He looks like he fights in the UFC; not that I follow it, but I imagine any fight this man gets into, he wins.
“Good evening, Trey. Sheridan,” Aaron acknowledges them.
Trey nods, his eyes going to me. “New submissive?” he questions, his gaze lingering on me for a moment.
Aaron smiles and draws me forward a little more. “Clarabelle, meet Trey. He works here at the club.”
“Hello,” I say softly, my eyes going to the black collar around the woman’s neck. I realize she must be Sheridan.
“She’s a pretty little thing,” Trey comments.
Sheridan pouts up at him.
“She is delightful,” Aaron answers, his arm tightening around my waist.
Abruptly, I am yanked from Aaron’s side by my right arm and tossed across the room like a rag doll. I scream in pain as my back slams into a wall and my head bounces against it. Then, as I slide to the floor, Siannon is on me again, her nails clawing into my arms as I try to protect my face from her frenzied attack. I scream again, this time calling out, “Aaron!” My eyes are shut as I just keep screaming his name over and over again.
And then Siannon is gone from me with a shriek, and Aaron is prying my arms from my head and kneeling over me. My heart races as I look around to see what is going on beyond his shoulder, terrified that the demented woman from hell will be on me again. However, what I see is Trey and Sheridan holding one of Siannon’s arms out straight behind her, as another man holds her other arm and the back of her head by her hair. Siannon wails as she struggles to break free. They march her toward the king and queen, who both look irate.
Siannon is still screeching and snarling, trying to break loose from them. “I’ll kill her! She’s gonna die by my hand, Aaron! You’re mine!”
Aaron lifts me up, standing me on my feet. He checks me over, his hands running over the wounds on my arms and my face. “Where else are you hurt? Your head hit the wall, do I need to take you to the hospital?”
I shake my head. “I’m okay, the cuts are healing like the others.” I glance at my arms. They are bloody, but the cuts are knitting back together, thanks to his blood in my system. In my head, I see Siannon attacking me again and again, and I know that the woman is going to keep coming after me until she succeeds in her task of killing me. “I can’t keep doing this, Aaron. I can’t—” My voice breaks.
Aaron’s cool hands cup my cheeks, and he looks into my eyes. “It ends now, I promise. Just give me a few more minutes, Clarabelle, please?”
“O-okay,” I stutter.
I move with Aaron to stand with him in front of the king, about a foot away from Siannon. She continues to snarl and hiss as she struggles to get loose, but Trey and the other man hold her tightly.
“My liege, this makes the third time Siannon has attacked my submissive in less than twenty-four hours. She has killed anyone who has gotten close to me. May I please have your royal dispensation to end her now?”
Lucius holds up a finger. His eyes, which are full of fury, never left Siannon the entire time Aaron spoke. He pushes himself up off his throne and stalks toward Siannon as if she were prey. “I warned you, Siannon. My guards have warned you repeatedly that this kind of behavior would not be tolerated here in Tucson. And yet you still persist in your destructive actions. Not only that, you do so in my club. My. Club!” His voice is like a deadly viper, lashing at her with every word as he moves around her and her captors.
He moves faster than I can follow as he sticks his hand out and grips Siannon’s neck, getting in her face and crushing her vocal cords. I gasp. The king is everything I had ever imagined when I imagined the scary kind of vampires.
“Your protection has been revoked.” Lucius lets Siannon’s neck go and the woman collapses, sinking to her knees. Turning, he moves to me and Aaron. “You have my permission to end her.” He stalks back to his throne, spins, and sits, his eyes still blazing with fury.
Aaron turns to me and looks me deep in the eyes, sending me into a trance. Once he knows I am fully under his spell, he orders, “Stay here. Relax, my sweet. I promised I would keep you safe. This will be over in a moment, and you will never have to worry about her again. Nod your head if you understand.”
I relax my shoulders, and nod as I gaze at him. I don’t move, as he’s directed me to stay where I am, but my eyes follow him as he picks up a sword from the wall—a weapon I’d thought was merely decoration—and strides toward Siannon. I watch as he raises the sword and brings it down on Siannon’s neck, swiftly decapitating her. Her head rolls forward a little, and those holding her body let go as it, too, falls to the floor.
“Remove that trash from my sight,” the king orders.
Trey and the other man move to do his bidding. My eyes still track Aaron, watching him hand over the sword to another man, who wi
pes it down and replaces it on the wall. I can’t move, but my body is still relaxed, awaiting Aaron’s next order.
I’m not sure why he put me in a trance, but in a way, I am grateful. Because had he not, I might have rushed forward and intervened, or maybe just run from the horror of watching the vampire woman be killed in such a way—and by him. Not that Siannon didn’t totally deserve it. She did. And I am glad that it is her life that ended and not my own. Still, knowing their history, I worry for Aaron.
Aaron moves back to me, gathers me in his arms and then snaps his fingers, bringing me out of the trance. “Still okay?” he asks, looking half afraid that I will run from him.
“I’m fine, I promise.” I smile and reach a hand to his cheek. “Thank you. I know that can’t have been easy,” I say, gazing up at him. “Thank you for protecting me, for keeping your word.”
His fingers trace the curve of my face. “I will always keep my word to you.”
My smile deepens. “I know you will. Thank you.” My eyes stray to the others in the room. “The king’s kind of scary,” I whisper, hoping Lucius won’t overhear me, but of course, he does.
“Remember that, Ms. Morrison,” the king replies, but he is wearing a smile. “As long as you abide by the rules, you will be fine.”
The queen smiles as well and lays a hand upon his arm. “I think it is time for the ceremony, is it not, my love?”
“It is indeed, my dear.” Lucius pats her hand. “Let the festivities begin.”
Chapter 12
Music begins to play, and more people move into the space. Aaron takes my hand and we move into the forming line. One by one, each couple moves toward the king and queen, bow, and introduce their partner.
When it is our turn, I curtsey with my head bowed, as the woman before me had done.
“May I present Ms. Clarabelle Morrison, my submissive-to-be?” Aaron states.
“A lovely choice, Mr. Blake. Welcome, Ms. Morrison.”
Aaron walks me past the thrones to wait with those who have gone before us. “What do we do now?” I whisper.
“You’ll see.”
Once everyone has been introduced, a couple members of the staff hand out boxes. One is placed into Aaron’s hands, and he turns to me with a smile. My heart races faster than it ever has before. I am filled with excitement and wonder. I feel almost like a bride on her wedding day. The anticipation of what is coming sweeps through me, and I nearly can’t breathe.
Aaron opens the box, his gaze never leaving mine. “Clarabelle, do you agree to be my submissive until death do us part?”
I lick my lips nervously, my gaze never straying from his. I smile. “Yes, I do.”
His blue eyes light with a fire that has my tummy squirming, and my breath catches in my throat. He lifts the collar from the box, and I see it for the first time. It is a diamond-encrusted black leather collar that has a silver loop and a dangling heart on the front. Aaron’s name is engraved on the heart, for all to see whom I belong to.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur as he places it around my neck. My fingers immediately go to the heart.
“Excellent. Now, let the party commence!” Lucius applauds.
The music turns more seductive and those around us begin to move about the room. Everyone around us disappears, leaving me and Aaron where we stand. Instead of joining the others, we just stand there, gazing into each other’s eyes. I sense myself slipping into his magical trance and then my body goes just a little bit limp, but Aaron easily catches me and lifts me up in his arms, cradling me. With a grin, he carries me away and down the hall to the room we used much earlier this evening—only it looks just a little different. There are lit candles around the place, in glass containers to keep them from setting the room on fire. It gives the area a romantic air.
He moves his arm from under my legs, sets me down, and says, “Stand here, don’t move.”
I do as he commands, not that I could have done otherwise. In the trance-like state, I will do anything he asks. He carefully unties the string to my silvery tank top and then removes it from me, leaving me in only the skirt, panties, heels, and collar. I wasn’t wearing a bra under the tank top; it’s not like I’d need to, as my breasts aren’t that big.
Next to go is the skirt.
Then my panties.
He stands behind me and draws his hands up my sides, bringing my hands up above my head. “Leave them here,” he murmurs his command as his fingers slide back down my arms to my legs, spreading them wider.
I stand still, my legs spread and my arms above my head, waiting for his next command. I detect something locking around my wrists and then something around my ankles, but because of the trance, I can’t look down to see what it is. He moves in front of me and begins to undress. My gaze never leaves his as he strips off his shirt and then his shoes and pants, then finally, his boxers.
He is very handsome, I’ve always thought so, but naked like this, he is like a Greek god, and my libido speeds up as heat coils in my pussy and I grow wet for him. I am his doll, his submissive, to dominate and do with as he pleases, and it turns me on like nothing ever has.
He moves around me—so close, a hair’s breadth away—but doesn’t touch me. I sense him moving behind me and then a black mask is slipped over my eyes. “Just feel, my sweet. Every sensation, every touch, will make you burn for me, wet for me, you will cry out my name with every orgasm, and you will know you are mine.”
His words, his command, sets every fiber of my being on fire for him. I need him as I need air. Something touches my wrist and moves down my arm, making my senses come alive and I do indeed burn for him. I gasp a breath and murmur, “Aaron…” as my pussy grows so wet it drips down my inner thigh. The feather now circles my nipple, teasing it, and then my entire body shakes as I come, crying out his name.
He moves to my other nipple, enticing it in the same way, and then between my breasts, to my tightened stomach muscles, and then down my inner thigh, tracing the trail of wetness. I come again, my juices gushing down my leg as my body trembles, and I cry out his name again.
The feather is replaced with his tongue as he moves up my leg to my pussy, taking it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, swirling over my clit. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else, only his mouth and his tongue on my clit. He dips his tongue into my core, and I am lost in the bliss of his passion as I scream his name.
He moves up my body, his tongue roving over my stomach, back up to my breast as he takes my nipple between his teeth. I feel his cock as it brushes against my center, but he doesn’t enter me; just moves back a bit so only the tip of him brushes my clit.
He captures my cry of his name with his lips, kissing me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. A moment later, he is gone, leaving me breathless with need for him. I tremble as I hear something being moved. He is behind me then, and his hands move up my arms, unhooking my wrists from whatever contraption he’s put them in.
“Bend for me, my sweetness,” he commands.
I do as he says, and find myself half-lying on a cushioned surface, my hands still stretched out above my head. He moves from behind me and I realize he’s hooking my wrists into another pair of cuffs that are part of the surface I’m lying on.
“Such an obedient little princess,” he murmurs. He trails his fingers over my back to my ass, and then spreads my cheeks, his finger sliding over my tight little hole to my pussy and then into me.
I gasp and cry out his name as he thrusts in and out of me, making me orgasm again. “Aaron, Aaron,” I exclaim as my body shudders and tightens around his finger.
He fidgets behind me and then his cock presses into my ass. He draws the head down, through my crack to my pussy, and slides into me. I am so slick, he slides in quickly, but he holds my hips as he pulls back out ever so slowly, and then repeats the move.
“Burn for me, Clarabelle, I want to feel you gushing around my cock,” he demands in a husky whisper.
He slides in and out of me in t
hat quick, slow, slow, slow rhythm, making me scream out his name again and again as I come over and over again, my walls tightening around him each time. But he doesn’t come—not yet.
“You’re mine, Clarabelle, in every sense of the word. I will dominate you and pleasure you in every way,” he murmurs in my ear, his body bent forward over my back.
He pulls out of my pussy, moves around the surface and lifts my head, pushing a pillow under my cheek so my head is higher than my arms. Then his cock presses against my lips.
“Open those pretty lips for me,” he demands.
I do, and shudder as his cock slides into my mouth and down my throat. I am so deep in the trance that I am relaxed enough to allow him all the way in without choking. He holds my head as he slips between my lips, thrusting in and out several times. My pussy is so wet I can feel my juices flowing down my leg again as I come once more. My body quivers as I climax. I can’t cry out his name with my mouth filled with him, but still, he knows he’s compelled me to.
“Aaron,” I pant when he pulls out of my mouth. I try to catch my breath as he moves back behind me.
“In every way, my sweet little Belle,” he murmurs as he presses his cock to my tight asshole.
I gasp as he grips my hips and pushes himself fully into my ass. He stays still for a moment, allowing me to get used to him as his balls tease my clit. “Aaron,” I moan for him.
He slowly pulls out and then returns, keeping the pace slow and steady at first and then as my moans grow harder, he moves faster, sliding in and out of me, his balls slapping against my clit, driving me crazy. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he drives himself as deep as possible into me, and finally, we both explode.
I scream his name so loudly I figure it will draw attention, but no one comes to disturb us. Aaron curls around me, his cock—semi hard now—still brushing my pussy. In that moment, as his cock teases my clit, he bites my neck, and I swan dive into the swirling vortex of bliss. A moment later, he presses his wrist to my mouth, and I suck in a mouthful of blood.
