by Renee Rose
Zoe laughs. “Holy shit, Karina is head over heels for Theo.”
I’m not surprised the redhead likes the powerful vampire. Theo has tried to hide his feelings for the girl, but he hasn’t fooled me. A thought strikes me. Does Zoe already know what I am because Theo divulged the truth to Karina, and she told Zoe? I dismiss the idea. Zoe speaks her mind. If she knew I was a vampire, surely, she would have said something by now.
Zoe giggles and rests her head on the window of my truck. “Theo’s the only guy she’s ever been with in the dungeon. She can’t stop thinking or talking about him. I had no idea I was introducing her to a dom she would fall for all those months ago.”
I smile at her across the cab. “She’s not the only one who’s fallen for a dom at Toxic.”
Zoe purses her lips and furrows her brow. “Have you been medicated for those delusions?”
I laugh as I park the truck in my driveway and turn it off. “C’mon smart ass.”
“Holy shit! How can you afford this on a bouncer’s salary?”
The lights in my house are set on automatic timers, and most of the windows are lit. She hasn’t seen the best part yet. I spent months working on the backyard. It’s my favorite place on my property.
Having her here feels right. “Careful investing.”
She nods her head and cranes her neck around as she takes it all in. I exit the vehicle and open the rear passenger door to grab her bag. Rather than wait for me to open her door, she jumps out and stumbles. I drop her bag and blur around the truck to keep her from falling, but she manages to catch herself. Good job… if you’re trying to expose yourself.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Are you all right?”
She blushes. “Yeah, just a klutz.”
I chuckle. “Wait for me next time and I can ensure you’re graceful all the time.”
She laughs as I go back to pick up her bag and lock the truck with my key fob. Guiding her to the house with my hand at her back, I take a couple of deep breaths, hoping to clear my head. Being in the confined space of the cab surrounded by her luscious bouquet was pushing my boundaries of self-control.
We enter through the front door and I can’t help but feel like a visitor in my own home. I usually park in the garage and use that as my ingress and egress from the house. I am impatient and don’t take the time to drive around to the back of the house.
Zoe stalls in the entry when I close the door and move to the living room. “You gonna stay there all night?” I ask.
She laughs and follows me. “There’s a lot to take in. Your entrance is bigger than my bedroom.”
I wrap my arm around her waist. “I have something else that’s big. I think you’ll find it far more appealing.”
“Well, don’t be modest or anything.” She rolls her eyes.
I grin and, with a tug of her hand, escort her through the kitchen, office, and dining room downstairs before walking her to the patio to show her my pride and joy. “For your information, smartass, I was speaking of this.”
Zoe’s jaw comes unhinged and she gawks at the space. “Oh, my God.”
My muscles unclench and unwind when we step through the outdoor kitchen. I did all the construction on the built-in eating area and deck. The pool was done by a contractor, but it is one of my favorite spots, nonetheless. The cool water enveloping me on a hot summer night is a perfect contrast.
“I could spend hours out here.” Zoe turns in a half circle and gazes at my yard and the desert beyond it. The night is peaceful and quiet.
I nod, distracted by the fact that her beauty far eclipses our surroundings. “I spend a lot of time out here. Whether it’s after work or on my nights off.” I take her hand. “Let me show you upstairs.”
Her heart races and her pupils dilate. Thank fuck she’s ready to move this night forward. I’m at the end of my rope.
I take her through the five bedrooms in my house. I’m hesitant to show her the three that are empty. I’ve never given the condition of my home much thought. Having Zoe here highlights the fact that I haven’t put much effort into creating a home. I should have furnished more than the playroom. Somehow, I doubt the mattress in the master counts as décor.
It doesn’t matter if I don’t have much furniture.
“Wow. Is that a real suit of armor? It’s from Spain, right?”
I’m impressed. “Yes. Worn by the Conquistadors in the sixteenth century.” And a reminder of where I came from, carrying memories from my mortal days.
“I love the gear-like features on the elbow joints and the engravings on the helmet. It must be worth a fortune.” Her wide eyes study my old armor with the fascination of a child. Her interest is refreshing, and encourages me to see the piece with new eyes.
I trace the wide brim and the fin along the top, remembering when it was given to me before I left for the new world. I was sent to conquer the Aztecs—not my choice. However, with Zoe here, I find myself re-examining my history with that same newness of vision she is granting me. Conquering the Aztecs led to meeting their rain god, who turned me into a blood sucking creature of the night. But if I had not been turned, I would not be standing here with her today.
After meeting Zoe, I couldn’t be more grateful, when months before I would have been lamenting my regrets. Those fateful events led me to her. How can one not consider the idea that fate brought us together? The feisty vixen has worked her way into my heart over the past few months. I just need to make her fall for me, so she doesn’t freak out and run when I tell her what I am.
“The elite soldiers wore them. This one cost me more than I can say.” I smirk and point to the room beside the display. “And here is where you will be sleeping.”
Her gaze shifts to the open door to the left, and her jaw drops. She glances over her shoulder. “I can’t take your bed.”
Fuck yes, you can. The dark gray comforter needs a little color on it. Besides, it’s where she belongs, and it has taken me too long to get her here.
“Well, it’s the only one in the house. I rarely sleep in it. I’m not here during the day. Let me show you the room we will be spending most of our time in.”
Chapter 5
The scent of her arousal caresses my nose as she enters my playroom with hungry eyes.
She bites her lip as I follow and cross to the spanking horse on the opposite wall, which sits next to my cross in the corner. I prop my elbow on the waist-high bench, giving her the space to take in the toys and instruments of pleasure.
I wonder what makes her face flush so prettily and her desire spike. Is it the swing hanging from the ceiling? Or the table missing the middle? It’s perfect for allowing women to sit while being pleasured. I want to see her pussy when I crawl beneath it.
Her gaze lingers on the shelves to her right. There are dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, ball gags, masks, and countless other toys. I remain near the bench I intend to use with her first. She loved being spanked earlier, and I can almost feel my hand tingle when I recall the delicious sting of my palm against her bare ass.
“Do you like it?” Was that my voice? It’s never sounded like gravel before.
She licks her lips while considering my question. “What’s not to like? Although, I will be forgoing the toys until I can buy new ones.” Her arousal thickens in the air, making my mouth water.
I stand up and stroll to her side. “These are all new.” I run my hand along the shelf in front of us.
“This doesn’t look new.” She picks up a flogger and wraps her fingers around the soft grip.
“That’s one of the few items I’ve kept for a long time, and rarely use.” Funny how she managed to select the leather device I made myself a couple centuries ago. There are a half-dozen floggers, along with paddles and canes, but she gravitated to the one I’ve used on myself more than anyone else.
She sets the flogger in my hand, which molds with familiarity into the leather grip. “Will you use it on me? I’ve been naughty.”
I lean in and run my nose along the column of her throat. Her body melts toward me and her heat scalds me. She shivers.
I draw her earlobe between my lips and nip the skin without causing injury. “Not yet.” I hate denying her, but she needs to know I am in charge here. “Come here.”
She moans when I tug her to the side of my spanking horse, putting the apparatus between us. I grab a pair of leather cuffs from the shelves and wrap the chain around the legs, just under the torso pad, giving her the freedom to stand beside the bench while chained. Her eyes widen and her breathing ticks up a notch as I slip her hands through the cuffs.
Once I’ve secured the leather around her wrists, I place my fingers under her chin and nudge her head to the side so I can capture her lips with mine. While I devour her mouth, my hands work on the ties at the back of her corset. My fingers spread the lacing apart and the fabric falls to the ground, along with the cash I gave her.
My kiss turns hard, claiming her mouth, delving my tongue deep to explore. I want to keep kissing her. Not needing oxygen to survive means I can enjoy my woman’s mouth for hours, but she can’t.
I drop my gaze to her full breasts, her nipples hard, dark pink points. “Eres tan hermosa, Zoe.” My hand trails over her breasts as I step around the bench and stand behind her. I slide my palm down her abdomen and slip my fingers into the front of her shorts. Her panties are soaked, and I press my erection against her ass.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder and a ragged moan flutters from her throat. “God, that feels good.”
She’s so fucking responsive. I’ve barely touched her, and yet her arousal floods my fingers. No one has ever reacted like this with me. It might be nothing more than the built-up tension from months of flirting, but I don’t care. She’s exquisite.
A possessive streak coils inside my gut, so strange and yet I welcome it, because with her, it’s bone deep. Perhaps even soul deep.
I crouch behind her and remove her boots, taking it slow and enjoying the delicate curves of her calves, her dainty feet and ankles. She tugs impatiently at the cuffs, and I grin. “Patience, mi cielito.”
I slide my hands up her thighs as I stand, nibbling and licking a wet path up her back to her shoulder. Unfastening her shorts, I push them down her hips. Her breath shudders and her back arches, and I bend over and remove the garment from her limbs, tossing it aside.
I growl as she wiggles her lush ass in front of me. The wide-weave fishnet stockings highlight her black thong panties. I can’t resist the allure of the crisscross pattern over her cheeks so I bite. The temptation to unleash my fangs is strong, but I catch myself before I break skin. Worried I may have been too harsh, I sigh with relief when her scent flares.
Tugging my shirt over my head, I toss it to the floor and kick off my shoes. She gasps when I pick up the cat o’nine. My eagerness matches hers, only it’s more than that with Zoe. For the first time in my life, my heart is involved. I’ve never cared about one of my conquests. It’s new and exhilarating.
I thread my fingers through the soft leather strands, letting them fall through my splayed hand. Each piece is braided, and has a cone of leather at the end to enhance the experience. Perfect for my first time with Zoe. The bite is harsh, and will sweeten her blood nicely.
Her heart pounds like the paws of a hundred greyhounds racing a track. I’m ravenous for her blood and her body.
She shifts and angles her rear toward me. I circle my prey and stop, scant inches separating us. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I slap her lightly with the tails.
She arches her back and widens her stance. “Fuck me already.”
“Patience, mi cielito. We are just beginning.”
Her shoulders lower and her head drops. When her guard is down, I swing the cat and allow the tails to rap against her back and bare shoulders. “I can see how much you like that.”
Zoe’s moans and sighs of pleasure fill the room with each flick of my wrist.
“You’ve had lots of practice with that.” Her words still my hand. There is only her. My mind recalls no one else.
“I’m only following what your body tells me. If you’re a good girl, I will use my favorite flogger next time.”
“I’m not so sure I will want that when you wield your cat so wonderfully.”
My hand flicks out rapidly and a crack splits the room, louder than her moans. My dick goes hard as stone when red dots appear on her backside. “Your skin should always be painted pink.”
“Yes.” The word hisses from her. The air is erotically charged and, much to my surprise, doesn’t only entice a sexual response. A weight has been lifted from my chest. This has been a long time coming. I can’t imagine a woman better suited to be mine.
My eyes follow Armando as he saunters around me like a panther circling his prey. As I twist my upper body to keep my gaze fixed on his rippling muscles, my nipples pucker and pebble harder.
He drops the cat o’nine tails and pushes my stockings and panties down my legs and drapes them over the cross. His eyes assess me, hooded, and burning my flesh. He has the cat in his hand again. I bend forward and move my legs apart, placing my ass and core on display. My arousal wets my inner thighs, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
I am completely at his mercy, and couldn’t be happier. I close my eyes and enjoy the bite as the leather strands hit my flesh again. One of the tails curves over my shoulder and bites the top of my breast. A delightful slash between my legs, and another stroke bites close to my clit. Armando presses his hardon against my ass as he runs his nose up the column of my neck.
My heart takes off into a steady gallop, and sweat covers me from head to toe. A frightening primal hunger radiates deep from his eyes. I’m suddenly not sure I’m ready for what he wants. I trust him enough to submit, but that’s it. We barely know each other. A few kisses and a quick but amazing fuck today, along with almost daily flirting, don’t count as a relationship.
As if sensing my disquiet, he cups my face, and I gaze at him over my shoulder. His mouth presses gently to mine. He licks my lower lip and takes advantage when I gasp. His tongue slides inside my mouth and glides along mine in a way that has me forgetting everything except how much I want him to fuck me.
Breaking the kiss, he takes a step back and lifts his arm into the air. My core clenches at the prospect, and his hand comes down. The leather bites my skin. He hits me several times before stopping.
Armando runs a finger through my slick folds. “You’re beautiful.”
I shudder with each masterful stroke between my legs. He dips inside and rubs my G-spot, shoving me to the edge of my impending climax. He slides out and circles my clit, caressing the length of my wet slit. I buck my hips, trying to get him where I need him. “Holy shit. I’m so close.”
“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”
My pussy aches at his command, and I close my legs. I glare at him. “Not helping.”
“I want to taste you after I’m done with the tails. You can hold on a little longer.”
I’m not so sure about that, but I nod. I will do my best, but there is no deterrent really. I know he’ll punish me if I disobey, and that pushes me closer to the edge. I cry out when the tails sting across my ass and thighs. My back arches and my legs go wide again.
He swats again, but softer. I open my mouth to ask for more when the ends bite into one of my nipples. The sting quickly transforms into pleasure. It only increases my need for release. Now, my hips are thrusting back and forth of their own volition.
Stronger lashes stripe my skin, delivered closer together. He’s testing me. I pant and shake my head when he shifts his angle. The next blow lands on my pussy. “Ah. Yes!” My scream echoes around the playroom.
Armando abandons the cat o’nine tails and drops to his knees beneath me. With his body under the bench, I can barely see the top of his head. His mouth covers my clit and all thoughts vanish from my mind.
He grab
s my hips, immobilizing me. My eyes roll back when his tongue strokes over the throbbing bundle of nerves and sucks my clit into his mouth. My breath catches. My legs tremble, and I cling to the bench for strength.
He licks and nibbles my slit and pushes one finger inside me. I rise on my tiptoes when a second finger joins the first. I want his cock that much more. I’m distracted from begging for more when he crooks his digits and hits my G-spot. A sharp sting shocks me right before he sucks hard, and I explode.
Eyes shut, I shudder as my climax barrels through me. I gasp as his tongue flutters my world into oblivion. As I come down, he licks me one last time and gets to his feet.
I’ve collapsed over the bench and am gulping for air, when the grating of his zipper winds my body right back up. I glance over my shoulder. My pussy juices shine on his chin, along with a dark red smear. My breath hitches. Did he cut me?
Armando grabs my hips and thrusts his thick cock into me. My mind empties except for the world throbbing between my legs. He groans and presses his palm against my back. His balls slap against my ass as he fucks me. God, this is what I have been begging for ever since I laid eyes on this sex god.
I strain against the cuffs, aching to reach back and caress his body. He sets up a rapid rhythm, and reaches around to rub me.
His hips buck, driving his dick deep, his fingers simultaneously pinching my clit, fucking me with enough force to inch the horse closer to the wall. All I can do is close my eyes and take his pounding with selfish abandonment.
My core clenches around his swelling shaft. His name erupts from my lips as my orgasm floods my core and stars burst behind my lids. Fucking Armando is an out of body experience and pleasure takes over every ounce of my soul. He thrusts quick and deep, stops altogether, then groans as he climaxes, shuddering behind me and clutching my hips.
My body slumps and my eyes close as he undoes the cuffs. The room tilts as he lifts me into his arms. I pant and nestle against his chest. “That was so worth the wait.”
