“Thanks,” she said uncomfortably as she stood and turned around to look at Lucian, who almost seemed to be taunting Ristan with a smug smile on his lips.
“I have business matters to attend to, but if you need anything or the accommodations are lacking, my men will remedy it. The doors open at six AM,” he told them smoothly.
He smiled and moved towards the door Olivia looked back at the desk where the box had been, and then at Lucian who had nothing in his hands. The box had vanished, and she could no longer feel it, or that foreboding sense of unease and evil. Then again, she could no longer feel the palpable power that had oozed from Lucian, either.
Lucian held the door open, indicating that their business was concluded.
“One more thing,” he said as they walked towards him. “The files you brought me are missing some pages,” he announced. “Vlad’s favor depends on them being found.”
“I have the missing pages,” Olivia said, unsure why she was volunteering the information. She pointed at her head. “Here.”
“Curious place to file things. I prefer them on paper; see that they are documented on parchment before you leave the club in the morning. You do understand that having something in your head is not the same having it in writing unless you are offering to lose that pretty little head of yours?”
Ristan growled, his eyes glowing with warning as surely as his brands that lit up with his ire. He stepped closer to Lucian and smiled, showing his teeth. “That pretty little head belongs to me.”
“So it does,” Lucian conceded. “Parchment was my first option; I will see that it is delivered to your suite.”
“Thank you for this,” Ristan said as he held the package of papers in his hand, and held Olivia’s hand in his other. “When I leave here, we are done. You’ll honor the agreement to owe Vlad his favor for the files as was promised.”
“Yes, and I will also help your brothers fiancé, as promised. Unfortunately, our paths will collide again soon enough, I assure you of that. Whether it is by choice or necessity has not been revealed to me yet. There are forces in play that neither of us have much knowledge about, and though it may be a riddle now, soon it will come to pass. I am aware of the state of Faery, and the war with the Mages, and he will ask me to help him. Your brother, that is. He’s a very powerful creature,” Lucian said as his eyes took on an unnatural gleam. “A very strong ally to have a favor owed to, no?”
“If you try to misuse…”
“Your brother is the mythical Horde King. He would never make that mistake, nor would I misuse his help, as it may come in handy in the future. Now, I have a matter that requires my attention. Enjoy the room, but be sure to spend time on the missing pages before you leave in the morning,” he warned. “Wouldn’t want that favor to be voided,” he finished, dismissing them.
*~*~*
Ristan and Olivia were escorted by one of Lucian’s men down several flights of stairs to a set of doors that opened for them automatically, as if by magic. Ristan paused and looked to the bulky guard who smiled with his eyes, rather than his mouth.
“The doors will lock once you’re inside, and will reopen at six AM sharp. Lucian said you’d need parchment and ink. They have been provided for you as well as a table. Look around the room and make sure it has everything else you require before I seal you in.”
Ristan eyed the man and then pulled Olivia inside with him. “We’re good as long as you supplied food for my woman.”
“There’s a fully stocked fridge and bar. There are cameras in the room, but Lucian has instructed us to disable them, since they have live feeds to his site. He said it would be best, since you’re territorial, that we not share what happens tonight.”
“Good idea; I’d hate to start a war over a porn video,” Ristan mumbled as he took in the Saint Andrews cross, a padded wall that held lengths of chain to secure a willing victim to, as well as boxes of adult toys that had yet to be open or used. “I think it’s time we bid you goodnight,” he muttered.
“As you wish, but remember, your time here ends at six AM, and not a minute past.”
“Understood,” Ristan said, as the nameless man stepped back and smiled wickedly at Olivia. “She belongs to me, and has fully submitted.”
Ristan wasn’t sure why that had come out of his mouth, but it had, and for the first time in his life his inner jealousy was rearing its ugly head. He wanted to shout that she was his to every male in this place. She was becoming more than just his prisoner, she was becoming his obsession. He couldn’t get enough of her, and the idea of setting her free was abhorrent.
He listened as the door closed and a lock clicked into place from the other side. He hadn’t wanted to stay here, but he’d known before he’d brought her through those doors that he might be stuck in here with her from dusk to dawn.
Ristan turned to look at Olivia, only to smile as he found her inspecting the wall of toys. Each had a small, rather elegant price tag on it, probably because Lucian charged his members for each item they used. He had to admit it; the man had a killer instinct for business.
He ran sex clubs, night clubs, and a porn site that brought in millions of dollars each year. Ristan himself had considered running a similar club once. Ristan had helped his brothers create Sidhe Darklands before Ryder had come to this world in the guise of the Dark Fae Prince. They’d needed a reputable place they could use for gathering intelligence on the Mages while maintaining the cover they’d created for Ryder. Sidhe Darklands had become more than just a club; it had become an endless buffet for them, where they could openly feed. Those who wanted something darker had only to ask.
She was stuck on the beads, her head tilted to one direction and then the other and he had to stifle a laugh. She moved to one of the dildos that was larger and made of silicone, and her hand moved to the box before she pulled it away as if it had burned her.
“Pick a couple; I’m more than willing to show you exactly what each one can do,” he said as he moved closer to her. “We have twelve hours of nothing to do but fuck.”
“I’m starving,” she lied, her cheeks turning red as she turned around to face him. She moved past him and towards the fridge and minibar.
Inside the small fridge were a couple containers of whipped cream, strawberries, and other assorted fruits and foods that could be used in ways other than just nourishment. He shook his head and looked around the room at the cameras, and noticed one had yet to shut off.
He walked over to it and continued to watch as the red light blinked signaling it was on. He reached up and tore the camera from the wall. He tossed it in the small garbage can and turned in time to watch as Olivia licked her whipped cream-covered finger. He groaned inwardly as he moved towards her.
It was going to be a seriously long night.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Taking another finger full of whipped cream from the bowl, Olivia then grabbed the bowl of strawberries and moved to the giant bed, thought better of it, and continued to stand awkwardly as she held both the containers.
Ristan had taken a seat in the only chair in the room and she was not going to sit on the bed and have him watching her as she ate berries and whipped cream. She swallowed the bite in her mouth and was about to ask where she should sleep when he removed his tie, and set it aside, and then slowly, precisely, started unbuttoning the crisp white dress shirt without removing the jacket.
The black jacket was snug, but then again she preferred it that way on him, since she was more than a tad bit addicted to his body. He slowly undid the cuff links and pushed off the jacket. Her mouth went dry as he smiled at her, unbuckled the belt and slowly pulled it from the waistband next.
The shirt slid from his shoulders, revealing his wide chest and brands. The way they pulsed and glowed drew her eyes to his magnificent chest and abs. He didn’t remove his s
lacks; instead, he sat back in the chair, unafraid of the erection straining against the silken fabric. He rested his hands on the claw armrests of the chair and watched her as if she was the most desirable woman in the world.
In his presence, she could almost forget that she was a simple librarian, who hadn’t kissed a boy before she’d met him. She had never felt sexy in her life. Not even on the eventful day she’d mistakenly betrayed him. In his arms, though, she did. The way he looked at her made her breathing heavy, labored. Her breasts felt heavier, and her pussy was a constant flow of her desire when he was near.
She smiled back at him, dipped her finger to the knuckle in the heavy whipped cream, and then as she watched him, she slid it deep inside her mouth and listened for his groan of need. It didn’t come; instead he smiled with approval and crooked his finger at her.
Making sure her hips swayed in the sensual dress, she slowly made her way to where he was still seated. When she stood right in front of him, his eyes lowered to the hem of the dress, then higher to where her nipples pressed against the material, hard and ready for his attention.
He’d planned on taking her fast and hard, then using the hours between now and dawn to ravish her body endlessly. But after the experience when they’d returned from the catacombs, he wanted to take it slower and enjoy his time that he had left with her. He wanted to talk with her, to make what they did last. Instead of just fucking her, he wanted to take things slowly. It was odd, how what he wanted to happen and where events usually led him were often two very different things.
He swallowed past the uncomfortable dryness in his mouth as he considered what it could mean, but dismissed the thought before it could take him down a path he wasn’t sure he was ready to follow yet.
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered, surprising them both. Normally he’d resort to something snarky, or hide behind the sarcasm that he’d used to disguise what he was really feeling. Instead, he smiled and crooked a finger at her.
The moment she was close enough, he removed the bowl of berries from her hand, slid it onto the small table, then the whipped cream, right before he claimed her mouth, which tasted of both. He groaned at how delicious she tasted with the hint of strawberries still on her full mouth.
She pulled away from the kiss and he smiled. A light flick of his fingers and music filled the room. Imagine Dragons’ Second Chances played softly; his hands already worked to lift the skirt of the dress as his mouth once again claimed hers.
He reached down and lifted her small body until she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. Her moan was music to his ears as he took her to the bed, uncaring that he was moving faster than he had wanted to. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down into her sapphire eyes.
“I think I have more feelings for you than I should have,” he admitted. “Feelings aren’t supposed to make sense, though, right? They confuse the fuck out of me and make me twisted inside,” he whispered as he gently touched his forehead to hers. “Tell me it’s not just me who feels this connection,” he muttered.
“It’s not,” she whispered as a single tear slid from her eyes. She wasn’t sure why she felt the emotional bond to him, but she did. He was like consuming a steak after a steady diet of vegetables and saltine crackers. Juicy and rare, she couldn’t get enough of him, and she was fucking starving. “I feel this pull towards you, and I’m not sure I should do this, but I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I want you,” she whispered brokenly, and moaned as his mouth pressed hard against hers.
His knees parted her legs as he slid his hand between them and pressed against her pussy through the soft material of the dress. “This is mine now; you realize I’m never letting you go, right?” he assured her, his voice held enough command that she was helpless to do anything other than moan her consent.
“Say it,” he growled huskily.
“It’s yours,” she confirmed on a murmur and then moaned as he glamoured the rest of their clothing away and his flesh met hers.
“All mine,” he agreed as he sat back on his knees and took in her naked perfection.
She didn’t have huge breasts, but they were perfectly rounded and her nipples were created to entertain his favorite fantasies. The slick, wet curls that shielded her pussy drove him insane for some reason. He’d glamoured a lot of hair off in his days, which was an easy thing for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her perfect patch of red curls.
Danu had been right. She’d seen through him as to what he really desired, which was vastly different than the type of female he normally had pursued. The type of female he’d convinced himself for centuries that he wanted, not just for their safety, but also for his own sanity. It was always at the forefront of his mind and the reason he’d gone after the kind of females who were used to quick sex and being alone when they woke up the next morning.
Perhaps that was why it was so hard for him to understand why this shy, naive female who’d been untouched by any other man created this maelstrom of emotions inside of him. Everything about her was perfection to him, which was saying something, considering he’d always looked at his sexual partners and found something he didn’t like. Perhaps that was what made it easy for him to hit it and quit it. With Olivia, he loved everything, right down to her frown when she was lost in whatever was running through her pretty little head.
He lifted his hand in the air; from the wall lined with toys, a package flew through the air and into his hand. He used his teeth to tear the package open and carefully placed the dainty clamps on her stomach as he lowered his mouth to her perky nipple.
She groaned and lifted her hips as she rocked them against his erection. He pulled hard from one nipple before he lifted his head and stared between their bodies to where his pulsing cock was being rubbed by her sweet pussy. Fuck she was so hot; her innocence was addicting. He reached down between them and sat up a bit, using his cock to slap her soft nub, which pulled a soft groan of frustration from her lips.
“You want that buried in your sweet, tight pussy, don’t you, my good girl?” he taunted, his eyes never leaving hers as they grew heated and languid from her need.
“Yes,” she replied huskily as she gasped for air. This creature made her insane with need, leaving her bones as nothing but mush when he finished with her, and to know that he wasn’t immune to the same feelings she’d been having was overwhelming.
He smiled and moved back to her breasts, his mouth hungrily licking and sucking against her flesh. She was in heaven, she had to be. These sensations he created, a storm unfurling in her womb to move through her every nerve ending; he did this. His hand moved to the clamps that were still on her stomach, and picked one up. She felt a slight pinch as it was clamped onto her nipple.
He sat up and nipped at her other sensitive nipple with his teeth, creating a moan in her throat that threatened to explode from her lips. Her eyes remained on his as he clamped that nipple as well.
The pressure applied from the clamps was perfect, but the moment he turned them on with a remote she hadn’t noticed before, her body stiffened and that moan left her lips as her eyes closed in pleasure.
He laughed at her response to the clamps, which forced her to open her eyes about the same time she felt him sliding whipped cream over her midriff, and lower.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, half worried, half curious as to why he’d just lathered her in whipped cream and was even now grabbing a berry which he rubbed against her pussy before licking it lazily.
“Don’t worry, Olivia, I love to play with my food,” he assured her as he doodled the berry on her whipped cream-covered stomach, his innuendo easily understood as his mouth lowered and that sinfully long tongue stroked the side of her belly.
She moaned and let her head fall to the soft blankets covering the bed. His mouth continued lavishing, licking, and nipping a
gainst the cream as music played in the background. She vaguely wondered why she wasn’t horrified at what she was doing; she should be ashamed by her own eagerness to fuck him, but this wasn’t just fucking anymore. This was something entirely more emotional to her than that, and had been for some time. His fingers brought her back to reality as two pushed inside her tight slit, then slid back out.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “I’m going to get more cream,” he whispered. “You’re going to give it to me, right?” he asked with an amused look on his face as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. “You’re all strawberries and cream, even when it’s not lavished upon your sweet curves,” he murmured as his tongue slid out and trailed firmly over her slick folds. “I want you to keep count of how many times you come tonight, got it?”
She mumbled something incoherent and he stopped, turning off the clamps and moving his mouth away from where she needed it the most.
“Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered even as her hips rocked with need.
“I’m going to get one out of you quickly,” he growled. “Then I’m going to bury my cock inside of you and fuck this sweet flesh until I come, and then, oh then, sweet girl, I’m going to make you come for hours until you beg me to stop.”
“I will never beg you for mercy,” she whispered, there was a fire in her eyes that he knew he’d created.
“Is that a challenge? Because I love being challenged in the bedroom,” he replied as he turned the remote for the clamps to the highest setting and moved his body close to hers.
“You’re teasing me,” she whispered through the moans of pleasure as he rubbed the thick head of his cock over her wet pussy. He used his hand to control it, slapping her clitoris at the exact moment she needed pressure, and she knew it was from his touching her, feeling what she needed and when.
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