by Renee Rose
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I’m going to draw you a bath to help with the inevitable soreness you will feel.”
My heart melts as he takes care of me with tender caresses, ginger handling and terms of endearment.
Life has shown me love doesn’t exist. It’s everyone for himself. But Armando is shattering my beliefs.
Chapter 6
From the bedroom window overlooking the front of the house, I focus on Armando’s truck in his driveway. The orange skyline is a breathtaking backdrop, and I pace. He’s not here.
After he gave me the best orgasm of my life and spoiled me with a bath, he cuddled behind me on his king-sized bed and I drifted into erotic dreams of our lovemaking. When I awoke, I discovered I’d slept the entire day… and he was gone.
I’ve searched every inch of his massive house and haven’t found him. He said he didn’t stay in his bed during the day, but why? And where does he go instead? When does the man sleep? Does he have another job? If so, did he ride to this other job with a co-worker? Why not take his own truck?
I cover my face with my hands, fighting my insecurities. I never imagined myself as a class five clinger, but I guess I am.
If he has another girlfriend…
Jump to conclusions, much? He didn’t ask you to be exclusive.
I cross my arms and growl low in my throat. I don’t have to stay here and be uncomfortable. I can go to a hotel.
Tossing my head back, I expel a long, frustrated breath to get a hold of myself. I march to the bathroom and flip on the light. Armando never told me when he would be home, but it is nearly five o’clock, and I still smell like him.
The bathroom is bigger than the entire downstairs of my townhouse. I gape at the luxury. What would it be like to live with such elegance? I cross to the shower, where slate tiles complement the river rock floor. A set of oil-rubbed bronze faucet knobs jut from the expensive tile, but where the fuck is the showerhead?
Footsteps distract me from the hunt, and I whirl to see Armando swaggering toward me in silk pajama pants and nothing else. His semi-erect cock is outlined by the thin material, and warmth gathers between my legs.
“Good evening, mi cielito. How did you sleep?”
That lovely Spanish accent seduces the anger from my body, but I narrow my eyes and struggle to hold tight to the frustrations that have plagued me for the last hour. The fact he’s dressed for bed but didn’t spend the night sleeping with me is like an arrow through my heart.
“Where were you? I wake up and you’re gone.” I cross my arms, pressing my fists against my ribs.
Armando smirks as he approaches. My gaze inevitably travels down his chest and my resolve dissolves the closer he gets. His sculpted muscles are hypnotic. He stops inches from me and lifts my chin with a caress. His eyes lock with mine and his pupils dilate. “I did some work then slept in my… office.”
A wave of dizziness tips the floor under my feet and I grab his arms to catch myself. I must be hungry… or thirsty. I haven’t eaten since yesterday. At least he wasn’t with someone else. Where he was is still a mystery, since I searched every inch of this house.
But I right myself and wrestle my insecurities into submission. “Well, I was worried. Next time, sleep with me.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “As you wish.”
My tummy flutters. “Want to join me in the shower? I need to get ready for work.”
He reaches past me, his face close to mine, and turns the faucet. “Looks like we will need to make this one quick.”
Water pours from a four-foot square in the ceiling of the shower. Ah ha.
Armando tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. I laugh and dodge his grabby hands, squirming from his grasp. We end up inside the stall. The hot water pours over me and I drop my head back, reveling in its luxury. Talk about extravagance and heaven.
Armando’s erection settles against my backside, distracting me from truly enjoying what I suspect will be the best shower of my life. His hard body and what he does with it are worth the sacrifice. With a moan, I whirl and claim his mouth in a passionate kiss. Nothing better than a quickie before work.
Showers will never be the same. The sight of Armando naked with water sluicing over his head and down his shoulders is a sight that is seared into my mind forever. His muscles glistening as they bunched and smoothed with each movement. The way he took charge and held me against the tile wall while he fucked me, rocked my world. The guy knows his way around a woman, and how to make her body sing to his tune.
From the passenger seat of his truck, I press my bare thighs together when my body heats all over again. He just fucked me, but I want him again.
He turns left onto the street where the club is located, and I imagine taking him downstairs.
“We have an hour before our shift starts,” I say. My mind agrees with my body and the words are out before I even think about it.
He glances at me and groans. “That sounds like an invitation.”
I tug the handle the second he pulls into a parking space and turns off the truck. Opening my door, I jump to the ground and pause to adjust my dark-brown corset, which is laced up the front. I’m wearing heels tonight. Wearing boots without stockings just makes me look like a Goth wannabe. “You need an awful lot of invitations,” I say.
My eyes are glued to his ass as he climbs from the driver’s seat. Yum. The way he leans his forearm on the top of the door panel and pins me with that smoldering gaze—I’m a puddle on the blacktop. “I don’t need permission, mi cielito. Your body calls out to me.”
I join him on the sidewalk. He places his hand on my lower back and leads me toward the back door. His palm is like a brand.
The night is early, and the club is practically empty. Only a few of the regulars are sitting around the bar. I cling to his arm as he leads me into the coat check and through the secret door to the dungeon. Near darkness surrounds us and my pulse hikes. Yes! To the dungeon, baby. But klutzy me stumbles and curses, grabbing onto Armando’s shoulders so I don’t fall flat on my face. “Why is it so dark in here?”
He shrugs and continues descending. “Not sure exactly. No one’s ever asked me.”
“I assumed you would know, since you helped install the cameras a while back.”
I step around him after he opens the door at the bottom. As usual, my eyes flare at the sight of the sex happening in the main room. The dungeon is as barren as the bar was upstairs, with only two couples performing scenes, but that’s definitely enough to get my fire stoked after the amazing shower.
Armando halts and pushes a curtain aside. “In the alcove. Now.”
His command sparks my submissive nature. I drop my head instinctively and move to obey. “Yes, sir.”
The smack lands on my ass, and I yelp. My pussy weeps in response.
“Stand below the chains and put your hands in the air, mi cielito.”
My gaze shifts, and my legs wobble at the cuffs dangling in the air. To be at Armando’s mercy in this public setting sets my heart racing. I like playing and trying new things, but my inner woman sits up in the presence of this dominant man. I feel safe, protected, and cherished.
In the last twenty-four hours, Armando has mastered my body in ways I had not thought possible. I cannot help but surrender to him, knowing the rewards are pure paradise. My limbs loosen and my core clenches as I step under the chains and lift my hands.
I arch my back and the corset rubs my nipples, sending a shiver of desire across my breasts. I’m tempted to twist my torso to push my breasts out from the low-cut, tight top and spur Armando into action.
Every cell urges me to do just that. But my eagerness to find out what he has planned keeps me still. He stands behind me, the heat radiating from his body a torturous seduction.
His hand caresses a molten path up my arm, and the rattle of metal contrasts with the soft leather he wraps around my left wrist, then the other. “Don’t move.” His words tic
kle against my ear.
A shudder ripples down my body as his lips feather kisses over my shoulder. My breasts are swelling over the top of my corset. With practiced hands, he unties the laces down the front and pulls the thin leather through the gromets. Each tug loosens my corset until it falls to the floor, freeing my breasts. My nipples pucker in the chilled air.
Armando drapes the leather laces around my neck and pulls me forward, dipping his head for a possessive kiss. I moan when his lips leave mine and his hungry gaze devours me. My eyes drop and my tongue darts across my lower lip at the sight of his erection straining against his black jeans.
“Is that a bat in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
The smack against my ass is instantaneous, and yet I never saw him move. “I’m not sure if you are trying to provoke me into action or if you need to learn your place. I’m going with the former.” The fire in his eyes builds the tension and pleasure of his spanking. If it wasn’t for the chains cuffed around my wrists, I’d be a puddle at his feet.
I swallow my moan and close my eyes in surrender. “You’re right, sir.”
He rewards my admission by pressing his body against mine and nipping my earlobe. “Patience, Zo.”
My eyes snap open when the cool air of the room replaces his presence. He’s at the shelves, and picks up a butt plug along with a bottle of lube. I clench my fists. He’s doing this because I told him I don’t do anal.
I learned the hard way, there’s a difference between ass fucking and using a toy—especially the slender plug he’s selected—so I relax just a bit. The pain involved in the former does nothing for me, so I have stayed away from it. Although I have played with my share of toys, I have never trusted a guy to use one on my rear entrance.
I’m at his mercy.
The fact that he can push my limits and try to show me the pleasure I can have with him sends a shudder of mixed fear and anticipation from my nipples to my pussy. Even so, I somehow know he won’t cross a line that will give me more pain than pleasure. The fact that he’s selected the smaller toy is proof enough of his intentions.
Suddenly, I wish my shorts and panties were already gone. Instead of begging him to relieve the arousal that’s building in my core, I stand there and watch him closely.
“Good girl.”
I was right. He’s trying to show me how good he can make me feel while also pushing my comfort zone and expanding my limits. I’m down with that. I’m also down to suck what’s hidden behind the fly of his pants.
For a second, I almost wish he’d ordered me to my knees before releasing his shaft and forcing it between my lips. I’m hungry for the taste of him. I don’t have to wonder if he will fuck my mouth with ruthless abandon. I know he will. I don’t care for breath play, but I’m surprisingly eager to have his big cock choking me as he seeks his climax.
“Stop licking your lips and eyeing me like a piece of candy. There will be time for that later.” He unbuttons my shorts.
My underwear goes down with my bottoms as he pushes them off my body. His hand caresses my bare leg and calf, and my arousal hits the ceiling.
My mouth waters with his touches. As he stands, his fingers slip between my legs for an all-too brief tease. “So wet, mi cielito,” he growls. With a curt tap to my inner thighs, he encourages me to spread my legs. Anticipation races through my heart, and my pussy seeps. I swear, I will go off the second he touches me again.
I slide my hand across her hip and settle on her plump ass cheek. She squeaks as I push my hand out, opening her to me. I won’t hurt her. In fact, she’ll learn a new way to climax. But I’ll keep that pleasurable little secret to myself. Her fear perfumes the air, giving me the response I want. Fear sweetens the blood.
My cock throbs as I imagine slamming into her ass, the taboo zone of her body most certainly fueling the heat in my groin. I don’t like being told no. I want her to submit to me entirely, and that includes giving up her ass. I squeeze the tube, letting the lubricant drip teasingly between her cheeks, where I rub my middle finger around the tight rosette. Stroking it. Caressing it.
Fuck, she’s tight. I need to take several deep breaths and get control of my lust. Her body is clenched, and sweat drips down her forehead and spine. But her arousal heightens, and her scent fills the small area. I imagine she’s vacillating between begging for more and asking me to move my hand away from the spot.
“Relax, mi cielito. I promised you would only feel pleasure at my hand. Trust me.” My lips trail across her shoulders and up her neck. She moves her head back and to the side, giving me better access. I lick the spot I bit last night while barely keeping my fangs under control. If I work this right, she won’t realize that my fangs pierce her flesh tonight, either.
I step to her side and slip one hand between her legs, stroking along her dripping wet slit. The other fondles the tight rim of her ass. She pants and bucks her hips, getting lost in the hand petting her cunt. Yes. That tight rosette loosens, and I push the tip of my finger inside the ring of muscle.
“Ungh,” she groans and pushes her ass into my hand, driving me deeper.
I grin and nuzzle her ear. “You see? Only pleasure, mi cielito.”
Still playing with her clit, I slip my finger in and out of her ass. She spreads her legs wider, pressing her thigh against my balls. I pick up the butt plug, add some lube and push the tip into her ass where my finger had been, my other hand fluttering over her sensitive nub. The smooth steel slides in and out of her loosened hole—just an inch, though—in and out, stroking her, teasing her, making her want it all but not giving it to her. She pushes her ass to drive it deeper, but I won’t let it.
“You want this, Zoe?” I quicken my pace, fucking her ass with just the end of the butt plug, teasing her clit. Her pussy lips are swollen with need.
She pants. “Oh, fuck, Armando.”
I hover my mouth over her ear, my tongue darting out to tease the pink shell. “Say the right words. Tell me you want it deeper, mi cielito.”
She grunts, bucking her hips, but I won’t let her have it.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck, yes, sir. I want it deeper, sir.”
The promise of her body steals all rational thought. I never expected to get so much out of giving to a woman without considering my own needs. My groan joins hers as I plunge the tapered shape into her ass. I fuck her pussy with three fingers, curling them inside against her G-spot.
I drop to my knees and shove my face between her legs, lapping at her cunt juices and flicking over her clit.
Zoe is exquisite as she cries out in pleasure. She grinds her pussy against my face. Her ass cheeks flex in my hands, and the orgasm that rumbles through her body weakens her legs.
I stand and my hands blur over my zipper, unleashing my cock. My mouth is back over her pounding pulse. I angle my dick under her so she drenches my shaft as she pumps her hips. Another wave tumbles through her.
Her pulse slams against my lips. Her hands fist the chains over her head. Her hips buck as she chases her climax. My spine tingles and my balls draw up tight.
She cries out my name a second later, and I strike. She flinches when my fangs sink into her flesh, but she never stops moaning and writhing, so I know she’s lost to her pleasure. The way she presses her neck into my mouth tells me she likes the erotic feel of me feeding from her even though she has no idea what I’m doing.
My orgasm rushes from the head of my cock and spurts between her legs and onto the floor. I twist the butt plug to enhance her pleasure as my climax moves through me. A quick lash of my tongue, and I lick the puncture closed.
Zoe leans against me and kisses the side of my neck. Her trust in me is misplaced. She has no idea that I’m a dangerous creature. Will she ever forgive me for not telling her that I’m a vampire before now?
I open my mouth, the words forming on my tongue, but snap it shut when she speaks.
“Holy shit.” She pants in my arms, near collapsing. “There
is no… better way to start a shift. Thank you.”
“It’ll end this way as well.” The promise makes her smile while guilt ravages my mind. She truly hadn’t noticed me feeding from her. The confession jumbles into my mouth, fighting to spill out. But I saw the way she trembled when she realized she and Karina were in danger. She trusts me to keep her safe, and I fear that any faith she has in me will vanish the second she hears I am a blood-sucking creature of the night.
So instead, I release her wrists, remove the plug, and spend tender moments of aftercare cleaning her up, whispering endearments, and doing everything in my power to ensure she feels like the cherished creature she is. I vow to enjoy every look and touch I can from her because they will surely disappear when she discovers what I really am.
Against my better judgement, I am falling for her, and can’t stand the thought of her fear or rejection if she discovers the truth. She belongs to me, and taking a conservative approach is the only plan that guarantees I won’t lose her.
Chapter 7
The last day with Armando has been the best of my life. I should have left town the day Phil found me, and Karina was attacked. Leaving here is inevitable, but I’m having too much fun to think about an escape plan. In the short time I’ve spent with Armando, I have fallen hopelessly in love with the guy. He’s perfect. Loving, attentive, and dominant.
Now I doubt I will have the strength to leave. Part of me prays I can stay in this happy in-between place. I know it’s unrealistic and crazy. Phil won’t remain this patient. He will gather forces and make a move sooner or later.
I rinse the plate from the crackers and cheese I ate after I woke up. My schedule is all screwed up right now. I’m used to working into the early morning hours. However, I rarely stay up until sunrise, having sex, then sleep all day. Last night, Armando had me at his mercy for hours when we returned from the club.
