The Consort

by Paige Patton

  Seriously? Was she going there? Vampires? Really? She chuckled at herself but still decided not to look up at him for any length of time. She kept her gaze down as she concentrated on the few notes she had written on her pad, but she could feel the sizzling heat from his unbreakable stare. It was causing her to wilt like a flower; making her clit swell with heat.

  It was then she realized that Roman DePaul was not an ordinary man. He was a self-assured, manly, powerful, and strong being who had the ability to make her do anything he asked.

  The burning desire to have him would not abate. Every inch of her was on fire, and every thought was of nothing more than to please him. She was now convinced that he had her under a spell. She was sure of it. What she could not figure out was how and why. And lastly, who was Roman DePaul?

  She struggled to control the passion that had a strong grip on her. She fought against the urge to tear off her clothes and straddle him, to satisfy the burning need that was pushing her to surrender. She had to concentrate hard to keep her ass planted where it was.

  The awkward silence in the room became deafening. With his gaze permanently fixed on her, it was obvious he was not going to let up.

  She had to find a way to call this meeting to an end. She needed out and fast before she did something stupid.

  “Stop fighting it, Desiree, go to him. Give yourself to him.” As if her current problem was not enough now she heard voices. It spoke to her with the clarity of someone standing next to her. Okay, that did it. It was time to leave. Desiree stood.

  “Well, thank you for your time, but I should be going.”

  “So soon?” He asked looking up at her with those dreamboat eyes that beckoned her to stay.

  Why didn’t she just shake his hand and leave? No! She could not have been that simple. Something forced her to say what she said next. “Soon?” She grunted. “Thanks to you I’m over an hour late for my next appointment.”

  It wasn’t so much of what she said; it was the fact that she said it and the implication behind it. It did not sit well with Roman. He was not the type of man who would ever tolerate disrespect from anyone for any reason. Those who knew him knew him well. They understood and accepted his no-nonsense approach to everything. He was not one for joking around. He never pulled pranks, and it was on rare occasions that they even saw him laugh.

  “Are you upset for some reason, Miss Chase?” He asked with a slight edge to his voice.

  The nerve of him asking her if she was upset- Yes, she was upset, and she had every right to be. Forget about the fact that she was strangely aroused, she was still highly pissed at him for making her sit around waiting on his ass. Men seem to think that they can take advantage of women simply because they can. Making a person wait for over an hour was rude and unforgivable.

  “To be honest yes, Mr. DePaul, I am extremely upset.”

  “Why?” He asked blatantly as if he couldn’t figure the shit out on his own.

  “Because you waltz in here over an hour late- Actually it was an hour and thirty-seven minutes to be exact, but who’s counting?”

  “Apparently you are.”

  “And you offer no reason other than something came up. I have a life too you know.”

  “I apologized for my tardiness. Was that not enough?”

  “Apparently not because I’m still pissed…”

  His spell on her was finally broken, and the old Desiree was back and in rare form, but she was messing with the wrong person at the wrong time. Roman was heading up a revolution. He had meetings scheduled with some of the most powerful supernatural beings trying to gain their support. He had men recovering from demon attacks all around his region. He would be tied up for months if not years until this was all over, and he was the new ruler of his people. The last thing he needed was a woman giving him grief for being late.

  “Well, you’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?”

  Desiree’s eyes flared in surprise, and her mouth fell open. “Wait just a fucking minute! How dare you call me a bitch! You don’t know me like that. No one has ever spoken to me in such a rude manner.”

  Roman shot to his feet. “Maybe that’s your problem. No one has ever put you in your place. Maybe it’s time.”

  Had he gone completely mad? Had the professor suddenly turned into the nutty professor? “I beg your pardon?”

  “Oh, you will be begging soon enough, goddess.”

  Goddess? What the hell kind of foolishness was he sprouting? She was not the one acting godly she mused as he took a step closer hovering over her like a mountain. She would have been lying if she said she was not just a little bit scared.

  “You come in here pretending to be something you’re clearly not, putting on a show with your pen and pad like that makes a difference. You’re no more of a private investigator than those ducks swimming out there in the pond.”

  This was the very reason she was taking a break from men. They infuriate her to no end. Now the professor had gone too far. He was forcing her to show him just how much of a bitch she really was. Was it time to get street thug on his ass? She could not believe she had waited around only for it to end this way. She raised her hand to slap his gorgeous face, but he grabbed her by the wrist stopping her.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Miss Chase.”

  She tried to pull away from his hold, but he pulled her into him closer. “Behave like a good girl and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

  He could feel the fury rising through her body. She was genuinely peeved for being restrained this way, but this only excited him and made him grip her even tighter.

  Desiree was more than peeved; she was livid. She hated it when men used their muscles to overpower her. It wasn’t fair. “Release me.” She said through gritted teeth.

  He could clearly see her desire building for him. Even though, she did not like being treated this way something deep inside of her craved it, needed it. She would never admit it, but she could never hide it from him. The sexual attraction scorched him and fed his excitement. He was consumed with lechery as waves of uncontrollable lust shot through his body as he stared at her beautiful red lips. He had to taste her. He had to have her. Now!

  He leaned down to kiss her. The sound startled him first and then the sharp sting on his face shocked him. She had slapped him. Hard!

  Roman was stunned if only for a brief second. Never before had any woman had the nerve to slap him. Delilah was right. She was spirited. If there was any goodness in this woman, it was well hidden.

  He stood there with his hand cupping his aching cheek trying his best to keep the beast calm. It did him no good because when the beast was threatened it reacted instinctively hissing and baring its fangs.

  Desiree never saw it coming. One minute she was standing and the next she was lying across his lap. Even though, she was fully dressed it did nothing to soften the blows as his hand came down hard on her ass. She couldn’t believe she was being spanked by the professor. She fought back hard kicking and squirming, doing everything in her power to stop him.

  Roman went about spanking her ass with harsh determination only stopping long enough to demand that she hold still. He was kind enough to let her know that if she didn’t obey him it would only prolong her punishment. When she did not heed his warnings, the blows became harder, so she stopped moving and waited for it to end finally.

  As awkward and humiliating as being spanked by a total stranger was, Desiree could not put into words or begin to understand how it was possible that with each painful blow she also felt herself reaching a climax. Each blow was sharp and quick, making her gasp and scream out in both pleasure and pain. When she had reached the height of her climax, she could no longer hold it in. The feeling hit her hard, overwhelmed her and took her completely by surprise to an unfamiliar happy place. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her. It was powerful and surreal as she released herself right there on his lap, shivered as the warmth from his touch filled her with excitement.
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  A lesson in humility is a hard one to teach, but it can taught. And it can be learned. One must first free themselves from pride and arrogance. After feeling as if she had learned her lesson in humility and respect, Roman released her by letting her tumble to the floor.

  Desiree sat there in a sated heap. Her mind was working at warp speed trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did she seriously just have a mind-blowing orgasm while being spanked by the professor?

  Roman stood and headed for the door and opened it. “I believe you said you had another appointment to get to.”

  Seriously, dude. Give a girl a minute to recoup and regain her footing. Her body was still reeling and tingling from the aftershock. She needed a few more minutes to calm herself, but he was not in the mood to show her any patience.

  “Now, Miss Chase; I am a busy man.”

  Was he actually kicking her out? He was nothing like her old teacher. Mr. Peterson was loving and kind. This man had something virulent seeping through his pores and it rocked her to her core and forced her to see him for more than just a good-looking piece of eye candy. There was nothing loving nor kind about Professor DePaul, but there was something dark, lethal, and oh so fucking scary about him.

  This had turned out to be the worst first day of work in history. The only thing left to do now was to pick herself up off the floor and leave. After gathering her belongings, she did just that. As she passed by Roman, she thought about slapping that smug look right off his face but she could barely look at him let alone touch him. She was ready to return every cent of Mr. Bauer’s money back to him. She no longer wanted to play private investigator. She wanted to end their agreement.

  So, that was Delilah’s foul-mouth, out of control spirited daughter- The goddess of the seven virtues. He had to laugh at that one. From what he saw, she was anything but virtuous. He had a good mind to pay the Queen a visit and to demand more. He deserved one hundred percent of her powers for agreeing to take on such a task. He knew it was too late. The agreement was already in order, and Delilah was already working her magic, permanently locking their souls together, and connecting their life forces to ensure a life-long union.

  The moment he set eyes on her, he felt the process-taking place; the bonding, created by the gods. Humans refer to it as love at first sight or finding their soul mate. Truth be told the gods always had a finger in the pot, stirring the love pool to ensure the perfect match made in heaven. Now he was permanently locked to Delilah’s daughter. They would forever remain united. Heart, spirit, and soul, they belonged to each other now. Not even the grim face of death could come between them. Most importantly, Kourosh could never come between them.

  Delilah had warned him against using magic. Her submission had to be of her own free will to make it airtight. There could be no loopholes through which Kourosh could slither. She knew his type. He would use anything to turn the tides. Even a tiny hole would suffice.

  Roman thought he could get her to submit to him on their first visit, but Desiree was not an easy one to control. She was willful and fought against his powers to seduce her. He felt human and powerless around her. This was not going to be easy, but he wasn’t worried. He was looking forward to the challenge that Miss Chase presented.

  He waved a hand so that he could examine their encounter more closely. An image of them appeared before him. Smiling he watched as he toyed with her, making her aroused. It amused him at how quickly she became flustered and wet for him. He would have fun with her in the future.

  Her frequent trips to the bathroom to calm her libido amused him even more. It only proved that her body was reacting to him, even though, her mind refused to follow. He would fix that in time as well. He would make her body and mind work together to be in tune with his needs.

  Standing, he took a step closer to the image watching as Desiree took a seat on the couch. He recalled the way she made him feel just sitting next to her, the way she unknowingly teased him with just a peek of her full breast through a slit in her blouse. The way her skirt emphasized her perfectly rounded ass that aroused him in ways no other woman had the ability to do. All he wanted was to remove her clothes, sit her bare ass on his desk, and eat her as if she was Sunday dinner.

  Roman stood. The image quickly vanished from view. He was never one to waste time reminiscing over a woman especially when he had much bigger things on his plate, but he was indeed baffled over the power she had over him. Oh, he sat there cool as a cucumber while she was there but her presence in the room was wearing him down, weakening him. She was a true goddess who came with the right equipment to control him. Thank the gods she was not aware of those powers.

  Slapping him was a surprise and a mistake. No woman had ever been brave enough to try such a thing. Her bravado was refreshingly different. It aroused the beast but aggravated the man.

  He could see trouble looming around the corner if she would not conform to the customs of the vampires. There were many brutal ways to force submission if need be, but Roman could not see himself hurting one hair on her beautiful head. He was already in love with her and would kill, even die to protect her.

  Chapter Five

  It is always a good idea to have a business license when owning a business. It’s also mandatory. Most of the time it is easy to obtain, but it can be somewhat costly and time-consuming. Let us not forget the dreaded paperwork and, of course, the red tape that could take a colossal amount of time. Desiree and Camille did not have the time nor the energy to wait. What they did have was money and when you have the money, you have power and when you have the power, you do not have to wait.

  It was amazing how the red tape quickly turned to green. They learned a valuable and expensive lesson as they left the downtown county clerk’s office. Getting things done the legal way took too long. Bribery was instantaneous.

  Undergoing a criminal background check for each of them would have taken weeks if not months, and it was debatable if either would have passed. They were on a first name basis with most of the judges and lawyers at the courthouse. Having a list of various misdemeanors on your record does not fare well when trying to obtain a P.I. License no matter how minor the offense. For a mere ten thousand dollars, a background check was magically accomplished in a few short hours and, glory be to the gods, they miraculously had clean records. It was amazing how fast and wide doors swung open when motivated by money.

  Taking a two-hour examination covering laws and regulations, terminology, civil and criminal liability, and a crap load of other nonsense was accomplished in fifteen minutes. This miracle cost them five thousand dollars each with a small stipulation. They had to promise to study and become familiar with the required material on their own. They agreed, paid, and passed the exam without picking up a pencil.

  All county fees were promptly submitted to the proper services for another mere three thousand dollars each. At the end of the day and sixteen thousand dollars in greased palms, Desiree and Camille had procured everything needed to call themselves Private Investigators legally.

  Together they bought Richard Dames’ loft feeling drawn to it in a weird kind of way. They felt as if they owed him for their newfound success. It was here that they got their first client, so they decided to keep the name, Dames Private Investigators. The name was perfect for them; after all, they were two dames.

  They purchased office furniture keeping Richard Dames antique pieces that added a touch of old class and style. Desiree went with a sleek, glass top desk with chrome legs and a high back, leather chair. Camille’s taste was a little more contemporary. She went with a cherry wood, executive style, L-shaped desk complete with a few drawers and cabinet space. Adding a few extra filing cabinets, abstract pictures on the walls, plush Oriental rug, the place started to feel like a friendly homey office in no time.

  They opened a separate business account for their new P.I. business and transferred one million each into it.

  Phone and cable services were installed. They had the
place wired for security with high-tech surveillance equipment despite the fact that Noland swore the building was already protected by magic.

  There were two extra rooms in the back. One they made into a conference room to interview clients and the other they decided to leave as a bedroom just in case they needed to spend the night.

  They hit Office Depot and Costco energetically returning with enough office supplies and food to last them for months.

  With the power of money on their side, they were up and running in two days. It was time for a well-deserved break, time to celebrate for working their asses off and being the proud owners of a new P.I. business.

  Altitude Lounge was the perfect spot. Located on the 22nd floor of the Marriott Gaslamp Hotel, this nightclub had it all. A great view, loud music, gourmet food, and the best bar service in town.

  Desiree and Camille sat at the bar at one of their regular hangouts. It was here that Desiree met Liam; in fact, she sat in the very same spot when he walked over and smiled at her, so charming and gregarious. God, how she missed him. She would give anything to be wrapped in the comfort of his arms right now, especially after the interview from hell with the weird professor. She cringed every time she thought of it. If only she could erase Roman DePaul from her mind and start over. She would gladly do so.

  The last few days had been hectic with getting the business established. This was the first time they had a chance to sit down and talk. Desiree knew that forgetting Roman would be impossible because Camille would drill her on every detail from the moment she stepped foot in his office until she was in her car and driving home.

  “How did the interview go with Noland?” Desiree asked steering the conversation away from her.

  Camille wanted to tell her everything. She wanted to admit that she was wrong. She wanted to beg Desiree to forgive her for making such a stupid mistake and letting money cloud her judgement. She wasn’t drunk enough to do that just yet.