The Consort

by Paige Patton

  Wait. What? No one said anything about any rules, stipulations, and submission. For sure, no one mentioned a damn thing about any type of punishments. Desiree didn’t like where this was going, even if she was dreaming or in a coma. She needed a time-out to think about all of this.

  Kourosh’ heart leaped with joy over the momentary spurt of uncertainty he felt swirling around in her brain. This was where they all paused to contemplate the answer. Just mentioning the word punishment alone sent most women running for the door.

  On cue, the crazy voice in her head spoke up to offer her unwanted two cents. “You need not worry. Say yes” Delilah urged her.

  Who was this lady who stayed camped out in her head making appearances on a whim? Oh well, what the hell! It didn’t matter anyway. It was all just a dream.

  “Yes. I do.” Desiree answered, making a mental note to herself that in her next life she would ask more questions before agreeing to anything.

  Disappointed, Kourosh looked to Roman now. “Do you Roman take Desiree Chase as your consort, bestowing upon her all the privileges and pleasures that are handed down in the creed? Do you promise to teach her our ways and enforce them upon her until she understands their importance?”

  “I do,” Roman, answered without hesitation.

  Desiree’s eyebrow shot up at the word enforce. What the hell was that all about? She wanted to raise her hand to ask a quick question. How stupid would she look asking questions in the middle of a ceremony? These issues should have raised and answered to her liking before she agreed to anything.

  She made another note to herself. Don’t be so damn stupid in the afterlife.

  “The sanctity of any bonding is a sacred. You are now of one flesh. You have freely entered a contract, a covenant in which your love for one another is sealed. It is a lifelong, exclusive agreement.”

  Kourosh held out his hand to Roman and the two men shook hands. “Congratulations. You have yourself a beautiful consort. Let the consummation ceremony begin.” He said with a smile and a heavy heart.

  Before they had a chance to even, think about kissing, Desiree was ushered away. She was led down a hallway that led into a room that had to be the Garden of Eden, or at the very least, a high-end spa.

  Receiving the royal treatment, Desiree felt like a princess. Never before had she felt so relaxed and at peace with herself than she did at that moment.

  Was this it, she thought? Would the bright light be appearing soon coming to claim her and take her away? Was this indeed her end? Well, if passing away was this easy she was ready to go. It would be sad because she was still very young, but in any case, her life had been a good one, even without parents. Many things came to mind as her life flashed before her, Camille and how much she would miss her. How she never got the chance to do anything amazing, like volunteer or contribute to the world or even her own community. She was a self-absorbed bitch with only one friend on the planet who loved her, and all they ever did was drink too much and cause trouble. She wanted another chance, a do-over, and a chance to change and show the world that she could be a better person, but she knew it was too late.

  After an hour of pampering and contemplating her life, Desiree was covered in a long black cape that was made of a thick, yet, soft material. The inside lining was blood red and possibly silk. She wonder if this were an indication of whom she would be facing once her life was over.

  She was left alone for a brief second before Alarah materialized right in front of her. “Roman was right. You are beautiful.”

  There was no need to freak out over all the weirdness that was going on. Her life was ending. What difference did it make that people were appearing and disappearing right before her eyes? Dreams worked that way.

  “My name is Alarah, Kourosh’s baby sister.”

  “I’m Desiree Chase.”

  “You are Desiree DePaul now. How does it feel to be the consort of the most sought after vampire alive? You know all women will envy you.

  Desiree didn’t know what to say to that. Sure, Roman certainly was hot and charming in many ways. There was no questioning that. But most sought after? The man was far too domineering and let us not forget, weird. She went along with it because it was a dream and shit was getting interesting.

  “I guess I should consider myself lucky that I nailed him, huh?”

  “You truly are lucky, Desiree. Finally, you will get to see what a real man is like. All of the men in your life before were nothing, merely boys compared to Roman.

  Desiree didn’t know what to say to that either. If a real man had finally stepped up to the plate then she wanted to live long enough to experience the feeling, to see with her own eyes what a real man looked like.

  One minute they were standing and the next they were stretched out on sofas. A woman appeared from out of thin air and began brushing Desiree’s hair. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed it. How often was she pampered this way?

  “I hear that Roman is a magnificent lover.”

  Desiree didn’t doubt that. He looked like the type of man who liked to fuck and took his time doing it.

  “I hear that he likes to look at you as if he is sizing you up, then he steps back to determine which way he will take you first.”

  Well now, this dream just went from interesting to fucking interesting. “What else does he like?” She asked, intrigued.

  “You will find out soon enough. But I warn you, he has the capacity to go on for days at a time because he never loses his erection.”

  Shit! Desiree was more than just intrigued, she was fucking fascinated. She tried to picture a man going around with an erection for days. It was medically impossible and dangerous.

  “I seriously doubt that’s possible, but please go on.” She said, with her eyes still closed while enjoying the soothing feeling of the brush pulling through her hair.

  “Oh, it’s possible. Adise has shared plenty of their lovemaking sessions with me. She claims the man is a wild animal in bed.”

  Desiree had no doubts about Roman being an animal. He had shown that side of himself many times and it had nothing to do with sex.

  “Who is Adise?” Not that she cared, well maybe just a little. Any mention of another woman’s name in the same sentence with his irked her for some reason.

  “She’s my older sister and she’s a bitch. Lucky for you Kourosh banished her from the castle.”

  “Why?” Desiree asked. She had to admit that it was all very interesting like watching an episode of the Real Housewives.

  “She embarrassed the family, mainly Kourosh.” She moved in close to Desiree to whisper in her ear. “She cannot control her emotions whenever she is around Roman. They were once lovers.”

  “Well, she can have Roman. I’ll gladly take Kourosh instead. Your brother is beautiful.” Desiree said jokingly.

  Alarah quickly stood. “Never say that aloud.” She said with fear in her eyes. “The walls have ears.”

  Desiree opened her eyes. “I’m sorry, I was only joking.” She wasn’t joking. She was dead serious. Kourosh did something to her. It was as if he placed a tiny piece of himself on her heart the moment he touched her.

  “You couldn’t handle Kourosh. He fucks his women hard and then discards them like last weeks old leftovers. And anyway, Kourosh is waiting?”

  “Waiting for what?”

  “His betrothed.”

  “Seriously? They still do shit like that in this day and age?”

  “She was promised to him centuries ago when he was only a child.”

  Centuries ago, Desiree thought. Just how old is this guy, but then she remembered, she was dreaming.

  “The gods have played a cruel trick on my brother and they continue to do so even now.”

  “What kind of a trick?”

  “The cruelest kind of all, a trick of the heart; but what they don’t know is that Kourosh cannot be deceived when it comes to matters of the heart. He will eventually find her and have her in his b
ed where she belongs.”

  Men! How sad that they waste so much time on hunting women and sports. “Where is this woman and why won’t he just go and ask her out? Get the ball rolling?

  “He would if he could find her.”

  “Maybe I can help. I have a P.I. business.”

  “I’m sure my brother would be grateful, but you will have your hands full with Roman. He is very possessive and demanding.”

  Before Desiree could ask what she meant, the doors opened.

  “It is time,” Alarah said as she waved her hand manifesting a Pontarlier glass that was half filled with a cloudy, greenish substance, which she handed to Desiree. “Drink this. It will help.”

  Desiree brought the glass up to her nose smelling its contents. It had a very spicy aroma, a combination of star anise, fennel, and other herbs that she could not place. The smell alone was very soothing.

  “What is it?”

  “It is absinthe. It will help you relax. You will need it for what’s to take place.”

  Desiree took a sip of the milky substance. “It’s delicious. Tastes like licorice.”

  Alarah smiled as she coaxed Desiree to drink it all. “Perhaps you’ll want to keep a case around at all times.” Alarah was well aware of male vampires and their raging libidos. When they fucked their women, they fucked them royally. It’s why she never considered becoming a consort herself. The vampire race was possessive, aggressive, domineering mad men. The only way to cope with them was always to stay heavily under the influence of a strong spirit.

  She waited as Desiree downed the entire glass. “How do you feel?” She asked, as Desiree placed the glass on the table and stood. Everything around her seemed sharper. She laughed aloud but had no idea what was so damn funny, she just felt happy and light.

  “Amazingly good and happier than I’ve ever felt…”

  “Perfect. Soon you and Roman will consummate your bonding making you officially Mrs. Roman DePaul. Once you become a vampire’s consort, you must say goodbye to your old life.

  Desiree could not be sure if it were the drink, or the fact that she was dreaming, but she could have sworn she heard the word vampire. It was not the only time either. She vaguely remembered Ivy mentioning the word. Surely, they could not possibly mean the blood-sucking, walking dead kind of vampires that you see at the movies. That kind did not exist. “Why do you call him a vampire?” She had to ask. She had to know.

  “Because that’s what he is. We are all vampires. Were you not aware of that?”

  Desiree couldn’t move. Whether she was dreaming or not, she was confused as hell. Did she just say that she was a vampire? She needed clarification and a picture of Dracula to show her, to make sure they were on the same page about vampires. She knew that some people used the word lightly. Referring to others who drained them dry emotionally or financially, you know, like leeches. Could that be what she meant?

  Before she had a chance to ask, Desiree was standing alone in a dimly lit, circular room. Looking around all she could see was a wooded; four post bed that sat in the center of the room. Heavy fabric was tied back to each post and the same material covered the bed.

  The bed was surrounding by what looked to be hundreds of tea-light candles. Heavy black draperies hung from the ceiling to the floor around the room giving it a warm, cozy feel.

  The cape that covered her body disappeared. She was now completely naked and alone. This must be it, she thought. The doctors have decided to cut off all life support. She was going to fall asleep and never wake up again.

  She couldn’t believe that she let a man get her drunk and now she was paying the ultimate price for another wrong decision. Her life. How sad, she thought. She would never get the chance to say goodbye to Camille. Never get a chance to experience true love. Those were her only regrets.

  Desiree closed her eyes and prayed for one more chance. When she opened her eyes, Roman was standing in front of her. She assumed that she was dead and he was her guardian angel sent from heaven to help her adjust to her new life.

  Thank you, Lord for looking out! The man was smoking hot wearing all black. What was the fascination that everyone had with black around here? Wait a minute; wasn’t white supposed to be the appropriate color for where she thought she was going? Oh, crap! She was going to hell. Well, at least Roman was going with her; and whatever the fascination was with black, it was definitely working for him.

  Roman went ramrod stiff at the mere thought of being in the same room with her while she was naked. He gazed into her eyes for a moment to feel the connection. It was there and without the use of any magic. What he felt was genuine. One hundred percent real.

  He tilted her face up so that her lips could meet his. “You look amazing, Desiree.” He whispered as he leaned down close to her lips barely touching them.

  Desiree whimpered as moisture pooled between her legs. The softness of his lips connected with hers. She could smell his breath as he gently kissed her leaving behind his sweet taste. Her heart skipped several beats as he dragged his tongue along her jaw and down to her neck where he kissed and licked before moving to the other side.

  Desiree gave in. She was no longer in control of anything. She wanted it that way.

  Her breathing and her body was all doing their own thing. Even if she tried hard, she could not stop it. This man had some kind of power over her that caused her to go crazy.

  Her breathing became deeper causing her breasts to heave up and down as he kissed and licked her neck to find the perfect spot to impale her. Finding it, he pulled back and began circling around her like an animal sizing up his prey. He stopped in front of her again, staring into her eyes before he spoke again.

  “It's imperative that you keep your eyes closed at all times, Desiree. Can you do that?”

  And miss out on looking at his gorgeous face? That should be classified as a sin she thought. “Why?” She asked between pants.”

  “Because I’m asking you to...”

  The way she felt she would glue her eyes shut if it would make him happy. “I can try.” She panted.

  “That is not good enough. Tell me that you will obey my every command.”

  The word obey jolted her brain and stabbed her in the gut. They were all warning signs alerting her to run.

  “Just go with it, Desiree. You are too close to run away now.” The voice in her head told her.

  What the hell! You will be dead soon anyway. Just go with it she told herself. “Yes, I will obey your every command.”

  “Excellent.” He said, staring at her with a smile on his face.

  The sight of him made her weak. She could actually feel the blood vessels in her genitals dilate as he stared at her unrelentingly.

  “What?” She asked clueless.

  “Now, Desiree. I need you to close your eyes.”

  Desiree promptly did as told and closed her eyes.

  “You will address me as, master while we are here. You will not make one move without my permission. Do you understand?”

  If there were any hairs left on her body, they would have been standing straight up in protest right about now. There was no way in hell she would be calling him, or any other man, master. Houston, there could be a potential problem.

  “Answer me, Desiree.” His tone was sharp and angry now.

  Oh, why not she thought… If this was going to be her last booty call at least, she had it with a seductive, erotic, hypnotic, and dangerous creature.

  “Yes, master.” She murmured, wishing she could see the look on his face.

  He reached into his pocket and removed a blindfold, gently placed it over her eyes and tied it, making sure that it was nice and tight.

  “Just in case, I can’t have you peeking,” he whispered in her ear. “You would not like what you would see.” He then kissed her ever so lightly on her lips, her chin, and then her neck while he twisted and tugged at her nipples.

  Desiree reached up to touch him, wanting to feel his body, but her
wrists were quickly tied together behind her back.

  “I am in control of everything, Desiree. You do nothing without my permission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Open your legs for me.” He said in a tone that was both chilling but still a fucking turn on.

  Desiree did as told and opened her legs. She could feel him kneeling in front of her. With his thumbs on each side, he opened her up and pressed his nose deep inside, smelling her before he ran his tongue along the folds of her wet pussy to taste her.

  Desiree’s head fell back as a warm feeling shot through her body causing her belly to tighten. It was electrifying and it touched every nerve she had.

  “I knew you would smell like sweet sex.” He said as he flicked his tongue over her clit relentlessly, playing with it before he ravaged it. Sucking and licking as if this was his last meal, then fucking her with his tongue.

  Desiree’s moans and cries of pleasure fueled the beast within him. They both loved hearing the sounds of a woman in the throes of being taken. To Roman, there was no better sound. Knowing that he was the cause of her outburst and that she was at his mercy.

  Blindfolded and tied this way, Desiree was totally at his mercy as she let the feeling consume her. As if, she had any other choice. He used his tongue like a weapon, flickering back and forth over her swollen clit and then deep inside her repeatedly.

  Desiree cried out as her cream leaked between her thighs. She swallowed up by an unbelievable feeling that took hold of her causing her body to shiver. She almost fell to her knees, but he held her up as the beast enjoyed the taste of her sex.

  This was all a part of the ritual, a requirement for the beast. He needed to become familiar with the woman that was also his. He needed to be drenched in her juices so that he could smell her from miles away and know when she was near. He needed to have the ability to find her when they were apart. This was a way of protecting her.

  “Come for me, Desiree. I need to taste your cum.” He said as he looked up at her.