The Vampire's Protector [The Protectors 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  He also looked sexy as fuck, and despite his just having given her the most spectacular release, she wanted him again with a desperation that took her breath away.

  “You’re okay there, girl. Not freaking out on me?” he asked. His lips kicked up into a self-depreciating smile as he murmured those words, and she shook her head.

  “No, that was…can we do that again, please? Preferably with you inside me, Sir?”

  The barely functioning, rational side of her did marvel at those words, but that side wasn’t in charge of her responses right now. No, her eagle and her hormones were very much in the driving seat right now, and she pouted, when Dimitrius shook his head and laughed.

  “I fail to see what’s so funny,” Eva said, and to prove her point, she stepped up to him, and grasped his thick erection through the fabric of his joggers. A low, and rather menacing growl rose from Dimitrius’s chest and in the blink of an eye, he had both her wrists pinned behind her back with one hand, while he held her in place by her hair. The action stung, but the slight pain simply served to pitch her arousal higher, as her submissive side took over. It had been far too long since she’d allowed any man this much control over her, and she’d missed this. It was exhausting to always be in charge, to portray the image of the kick-ass Protector, so knowing she could let go, that Dimitrius would give her no choice but to…the relief was overwhelming.

  “I can see we’ll have to work on your obedience issues, myshka.” He tempered the harsh words with a smile, and amusement danced in his black eyes, and for the first time ever, she didn’t mind the silly pet name he’d given her. Not when it rolled of his tongue like a sensual caress. Right now, if he asked her to get on all fours, and squeak like the little mouse he called her, she would gladly do so.

  “We’ll be doing this my way, or not at all. Are we clear?” he asked and Eva nodded.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir, it’s just…” She bit her lip and another rumble rose from Dimitrius’s chest as he used his thumb to tug her bottom lip free of her teeth.

  “It’s just what? And do not do that. I want to be the only one who marks your body. Are we clear?”

  She lost herself in the intensity of his gaze, and his jaw tightened when she didn’t respond straightaway.

  “I asked you a question, girl, and I demand an answer. I’m not known for my patience and your tally of infractions is long enough as it stands.”

  The imp in her rebelled at that notion. How was it fair to hold her previous misdemeanors against her? They hadn’t been in a D/s relationship then, but the look on his face stopped her from voicing those thoughts out loud. So instead she whispered her answer.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Some of her thought processes must have shown on her face, however, because Dimitrius smiled and cocked his head to one side to regard her through narrowed eyes.

  “Hmm, something tells me you agreed to that rather grudgingly, but I shall let that go for now. Besides, like I said before, there is something I need to show you. You might yet change your mind about us.”

  “I doubt that, Sir,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster, and Dimitrius stepped away from her and smiled.

  “We shall see about that, myshka. Come.”

  He held his hand out to her, and smiled his approval when she hastened to slip her fingers into his. He tugged her along, up the wide stairs, and along the upstairs landing until they reached the last door. Letting go of her hand he flipped open an old oak panel to reveal a modern key pad entry. A blur of his fingers later, the heavy oak door swung open and the interior light came on automatically. He stepped to one side and gestured for her to enter, his expression unreadable when she studied him, and she couldn’t suppress her gasp of surprise when she saw the interior.

  They were stood in a dungeon that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the BDSM club in London, where she’d first explored her submissive side under Master Sabre. She grinned at the thought, and twirled around to take in the ambience of this room.

  “Say something.” There was an odd note in Dimitrius’s voice, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, when she smiled at him.

  “Will wow do?” she asked, and he relaxed further. Had he really been worried about her reaction? It was an odd thought and she decided to opt for humor to break the sudden tension between them.

  “I can see why this is locked. It wouldn’t do for the cleaner to stumble upon this, would it?”

  Dimitrius’s eyes widened, and he shook his head and laughed.

  “No, I guess it wouldn’t,” he said and ran a hand through his hair, while looking around the room. “I’ve only been in here to dust. It’s been a while, since I’ve used any of these.”

  His hesitant admission halted Eva’s exploration of the spanking bench. It wasn’t just any old spanking bench either. No, like most of the equipment in this room, it looked old, an antique almost and handmade for sure. She clambered on top of it with a small smile in his direction and Dimitrius shook his head at her. Before she could blink he was behind her, hands on her hips, and with his hard cock digging into her ass cheeks. A shudder went through her, when he leaned over her, and rubbed his stubble-covered jaw into her neck.

  “I can adjust this any which way I chose to, but like this it’s just the right position to fuck you in the ass.” A groan escaped her at the heated promise behind those words, and he chuckled and withdrew. “Yes, I think you would like that, wouldn’t you, but first things first.”

  Pain flared in her butt as he delivered several stinging swats across her butt that ground her hips into the padded edge of the bench, and sent her arousal sky high again.

  Just as quickly as he started he stopped and walked away from her to rummage through the ornately carved mahogany sideboard that stood against one wall between the shuttered windows.

  When he turned back to face her he held a sheet of paper in his hands, and once he helped her off the bench dropped it on top of it.

  “I meant what I said. I won’t do anything without your permission to do so. Fill this in, while I go and have a shower. If there’s anything on there, I’ve missed, add it.” He produced an old-fashioned ink pen from a pocket in his joggers and dropped it on top of the paper. Eva held her breath, as he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, and looked as though he was going to say something else, but he simply turned and left her on her own in the great room.

  Eva glanced at the sheet, but it didn’t hold any surprises. It held a simple list of hard and soft limits, nothing unusual there. The section of what he was willing to do held far more interest for her. She wasn’t at all surprised to see him describe himself as a sadist. The amount of impact implements on the walls told her that much and her stomach tightened in need, and apprehension.

  Eva enjoyed a certain amount of pain, but how much did he need to dish out? His earlier comment about marking her made her groan and picking up the pen she hastily filled out the form. It didn’t take long, because there wasn’t really anything she vehemently objected to. Humiliation and objectification were hard limits for her but they seemed to be his, too, so that wasn’t a worry. She wasn’t sure about knife and breath play, but she left that on the negotiation table for now.

  That task accomplished she looked around the room. It really was beautiful. Cream walls set off the dark wood his equipment was made of, and the scent of leather was everywhere. She ran her fingers over the heavily padded St, Andrews Cross, tried to picture herself on the massage table, and the big four-poster bed gave her palpitations of the good kind. This, too, was custom made and she lost count of the myriad of hand holds and restraints she could see. A suspension kit hung from the ceiling, and she ran the rope through her fingers.

  A myriad of floggers, canes, paddles, and whips lined one wall, and she could only guess what delights the big cabinet might hold. It seemed wrong to snoop in there without his permission, and come to think of it, what took him so long? He normally moved so fast that he could have
been back in here in seconds, surely? Maybe he was giving her time to make up her mind, but Eva didn’t need time.

  She just wanted Dimitrius, and mindful of his instructions on the sheet, she slowly peeled her leathers off her. In truth it felt good to be free of them. They had grown stifling and sticky, and a shower seemed like a really good idea to her, too.

  With an impish grin she left her clothes neatly folded on the sideboard and opening the padded door, sniffed the air. Sometimes it sure paid to have a shifter’s heightened senses, and now was one of those occasions. It would take forever to open the myriad of doors up here to find the one to his room otherwise, but she picked up his scent easily enough. Dark, spicy, and dry it called to her eagle and she could hear the sounds of running water, mixed in with the unmistakable sounds of groaning. Her pussy clenched in need at the thought, and before she could change her mind she pushed down the handle and stepped into the room.

  He hadn’t turned on the light, but her eagle’s eyes could see just fine. This room was not unlike the one she had woken up in the night he had rescued her. Had that really been only a week ago? It seemed as though she had known him forever. Not that she really knew him, did she? Yet, he’d inhabited her thoughts and dreams constantly, and it just wasn’t right that her Sir was in there, having to relieve himself, when she was more than willing and able to do that for him. Her boldness might very well earn her a punishment, but she was more than willing to take that risk.

  A sliver of light came through the slightly ajar door opposite and wisps of steam curled in the night air.

  “Gotcha.” With the quiet stealth and grace of her animal Eva pushed the door open and froze, at the same time as Dimitrius came with a muffled groan. Jets of his cum ejected into the stream of the water, and his ass cheeks clenched. His claws sliced through the tiles, and another shiver went through her. A vampire’s claws held deadly poison, and the stark reminder of how deadly this man really was sent shivers down her spine. However, not once had he used those claws on her, and even when he’d bitten her, he had only given her the most overwhelming pleasure.

  Her internal muscles clenched and moisture slid down the inside of her thigh, as she recalled that bite induced orgasm, and she held her breath when Dimitrius growled her name, and turned around. It afforded her an unimpeded view of his front, and her mouth went dry, as she took him in. Eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched tight, his dark hair was plastered to his face. The veins on his neck stood out and his pectorals flexed as he took himself in hand again with a muttered curse in Russian. Eva followed the trail of water over the ridges of his sculpted abs, down the happy trail to the neatly trimmed nest of black hair from which his once again fully erect cock stood proud.

  Yet more moisture escaped her clenching pussy, as she let her eyes feast on his cock. Thick, long, and heavily veined it was as magnificent as the rest of him, and the delicious scent of aroused male hit her nostrils and made her pant in need. She needed to taste him.

  * * * *

  Fuck, shit fuck, and damn, and every other expletive that his lust-filled brain couldn’t summon right now. He had to get out of this shower and see to her. Eva would wonder where he was, and she’d had more than enough time to fill in her hard and soft limits. He hadn’t heard her bike, so he assumed she hadn’t run away screaming. He wanted her with an intensity bordering on obsession and it had seemed the logical step to rub one out, so that he could face her with a modicum of control, and not pounce on her the minute he entered his play room again.

  He shouldn’t have given in to the instinct to taste her. He still could feel her, her emotions as raw as his were, and the arousal coursing through her veins fuelled his own and meant his stupid dick was unwilling to go down. Her scent enveloped him, as though she was in the shower with him, and he groaned her name and stroked along his length. It was only when heat scorched his back that he realized she was indeed in here with him. Her small fingers closed over his and she circled him slowly until she stood in front of him and right under the stream of water.

  His throat went dry when she gave him a shy smile and then slid to her knees in front of him, and licked across the sensitive tip of his dick.

  Pleasure surged through him and he released his cock and buried his hands in her now sodden hair instead. She moaned and grasping the root of his shaft, closed her lips over his dick, and he slid into the sweet, wet haven of her mouth. He was far too big for her to take all of him, but she ran her hands up and down the part of him she could not take and he grunted his approval, as she licked and nibbled and sucked, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Stop.”

  The terse word echoed around the walk in shower unit, and she grumbled around her mouthful of cock. It sent delicious vibrations up his shaft, but she dutifully let go and when he tugged her up by her hair she scrambled to her feet. The little minx let her hands wander up his torso though, and he smiled at her and grasping her hands lifted her arms up high above her head. Her impish smile died, when he fastened her wrists to the restraints suspended from a bar across the top of his shower, and he flashed his fangs at her.

  “My rules, remember, myshka?” Her breathing hitched in a most satisfactory manner when he let his claws run out and lightly ran them down her arms until he reached her breasts. The tight little nipples firmed further, as he circled them, and then sheathing his claws pinched each nipple in turn.

  “I told you stay in the playroom and wait for me. Yet, here you are in my shower, nicely at my mercy. What shall I do with you, I wonder?”

  He stepped away out of the endless stream of hot water, thanks to the latest boiler technology, and with a smirk in her direction shoved the dial to cold.

  A screech escaped Eva, and she tried to get away from the ice cold cascade of water, but the suspension leather cuffs held tight.

  “There, that should cool you off a little.”

  Her eyes sparked fire at him, and she grumbled something under her breath, that he was pretty sure were far from complimentary adjectives aimed at him, and his grin deepened.

  “Actions have consequences, girl. You should have stayed in the playroom.”

  Her lips turned blue and goose bumps covered her skin, yet she still had that mutinous tilt to her chin that he was fast beginning to love. That thought brought him up short, and he stepped back farther to give himself some breathing space. Lust was one thing, but love? However, he was uncomfortably aware that the more time he spent in her company, the more he not only wanted to fuck her, the more he also wanted to get to know her. She was like a drug in his system. He sure hadn’t felt bored since she came along.

  As if to prove his point, Eva yanked at her restraints again, and through her chattering teeth stuttered her reply.

  “No–ot fa–air. I o–nly c–a–ame t–to m–a–ake m–o–o–re co–m–f–fe…”

  She gave up trying to talk and growled instead. Such a deep-throated sound that his cock jerked and he knew he had to finish this one way or the other. He shut off the water, grasped her chin and kissed her. A whimper escaped her, as he ruthlessly deepened the kiss. His fangs scraped her lips, and her sweet addictive taste exploded on his taste buds. By the time he broke the kiss, her cheeks had pinked up nicely again, and her breathing came in short staccato bursts, that spoke of her arousal. The confined space filled with her musk, and she jumped when he kicked her legs apart, and ran his fingers through her wet slit.

  “Hmm, so wet for me already. My naughty little subbie really does want my cock rather badly, doesn’t she?”

  He brought his fingers, slick with her arousal up for her to see and licked them clean, not once taking his eyes off of her, and she licked her lips and her eyes clouded over as she tried to lean toward him.

  Dimitrius laughed softly and shook his head at her.

  “Oh, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

  Eva pouted and then screamed, as he turned the cold water on again.

  “Please, Sir, please…”

/>   A sigh escaped her when he turned it off and bending his head bit down hard on her breast. He didn’t take the blood in, but pulled back and having repeated the action to the other breast, stood back again to admire his handy work. Two thin trails of blood flowed from the puncture marks his fangs had made in her breast tissue, and chased the droplets of water that clung to her chilled skin.

  “Such a beautiful sight, myshka.”

  Dropping to his knees he caught each thin trail of her life-giving fluid on his tongue before the crimson trails reached her pussy lips and when he blew across her slit and parted her labia with his thumbs, another whimper escaped her. More blood rushed to that area, and her pretty little pussy pinked further. He flicked his tongue across her clit and that little bundle of nerves contracted in front of his eyes. More of her feminine arousal coated her pussy lips and he slid two fingers knuckle deep into her cunt.

  Eva murmured his name and her internal muscles tightened around his digits as he sought that little raised spot inside of her. He grinned around her clit when she jerked and swore when he made contact, and pushed her toward an orgasm that he had no intention of giving her yet.

  Just before the trembles around his digit warned him of her impending release he withdrew and this time Eva did swear.

  “Fuck no...please…argh nooo.”

  The cold blast of water he subjected her to again, turned her outburst into a whimper, and it was only when she hung limp that he shut the water off again.

  Yanking her head up by her hair, he studied her, and she flinched when he pulled harder.