She got her Winter fix by watching all four seasons of Midnight Kiss, starting with the very first episode. She had forgotten that the series originally revolved around a different character entirely, the one played by the thief of Winter’s virginity and the breaker of his tender heart, Gina St. John. Winter hadn’t even appeared until the last five minutes of the second episode as Gina’s Maker. Even at that young age he had a presence, demanding the world’s attention, and he had stolen the show, literally. While the first season still focused mainly on Gina’s whiny character, it slowly shifted focus to Winter’s dark and tragic Vitali Marcos.
By the second season, it was Winter’s show entirely, focusing on his long life as a vampire. In fact, Gina’s character was killed in the second season finale, leaving Vitali to go on a quest of redemption. In the last two seasons, the series took a much darker turn, delving deeper into his tortured psyche, showing his life before he became a vampire and the varied lives he had lived afterwards since he always had to reinvent himself every thirty or forty years.
The production was unlike anything that had come before or since, though there had been several attempts to copy the successful formula, and the costume budget had been astronomical but it was Winter who had carried the entire show. When he faced the sun in the final episode, Flynn had bawled for a week straight because she had been fourteen years old and madly in love with a five hundred year old vampire. Watching the last episode now, with tears in her eyes because she knew Winter the man and felt it even deeper when that sun rose over the horizon, she was amazed to realize he had been the same age then as she was now. He had always seemed so much older, closer to the age of the five hundred year old vampire he played rather than the twenty-one year old kid who had been plucked from obscurity just a few years prior and thrust into the limelight.
She tried to share her love of Midnight Kiss with Harry, but he watched the first episode with a mystified expression on his face the entire time. At the end, he had looked at her and her sister and said, “I don’t get it.”
He was promptly showered with popcorn from two directions. After that, Fallon would catch whichever episode Flynn was on but otherwise hung out with Harry wherever they hung out.
The only benefit to having Winter gone was he hadn’t been able to prepare her body for her ultimate submission. Anal. She felt dirty even thinking the word. Anticipation made her feel like a bundle of exposed nerves so she had offered to train on her own to get it over with and he had growled, telling her that no one was going to touch her ass except for him. She dreaded the thought that when he got home, he’d stuff her with some long, squishy practice toy and make her walk around in public with it in her butt.
Looking over her shoulder at the foundation garments laying on her bed, she smiled to herself. The pale yellow corset had cost her an arm and a leg but she hoped Winter would do that hungry, possessive growl thing and that would make it totally worth it. It plumped up her breasts, making her look twice as large as she was, and she was a pleasantly-sized C cup. Little straps hung down so she could attach the shimmery, silk thigh highs she bought and she had a matching pair of barely there panties. The frail material would shred beneath Winter’s fingers and even knowing that, she’d paid thirty dollars for them.
All of that was going to be hidden by the sleek, form fitting faux leather, yellow dress she bought that fell to mid-thigh. It zipped up the side so she’d have an easier time getting it on and Winter would have an easier time taking it off. When she walked, the top of her thigh highs peeked out, which was kind of trashy but Fallon assured her that when adults dressed up for Halloween, the trashier the costume the better. Well, the tight dress was definitely not something she would wear every day. The dress was so tight that if she didn’t wear the corset beneath, she was pretty sure everyone would be able to see her belly button.
Her hair was already piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she was just finishing up her makeup when there was a knock at the door. Tying the robe closed so she didn’t expose herself to a stranger in case it wasn’t Winter, she went to answer the door.
A hulking beast was standing on the other side, his blond mane of hair wild and unkempt, his yellow cat eyes flashing demonically, his protruding nostrils flaring madly, his mouth full of wicked looking teeth. His entire face was far too animalistic and amazing. Reaching up with a hairy paw, Winter took the teeth out of his mouth and growled, “You shouldn’t answer the door without first finding out who’s on the other side.”
“Beast,” she purred, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him into the apartment, making sure to close the door this time. “Just the creature I was hoping would be there.”
“Flynn,” he rumbled in a low voice dripping with warning. “This isn’t the safest neighborhood and you’re wearing practically nothing.”
Untying the knot, she let the robe fall to the floor and corrected him, “I am wearing nothing. Because I have been waiting for my Beast all week since the last time he blew into town and he left me so sore I couldn’t walk properly for three days.”
At his look of hungry contrition, she laughed, spinning around and shaking her ass at him as she disappeared into her room. When he tried to follow, she closed the door, calling out, “I want my outfit to be a surprise for you!”
“Don’t tease me like this!” he called back, but she could hear the laughter in his voice. A thump sounded against the door and she could picture him leaning against it, waiting impatiently. “I am so fucking horny I just want to blow off the party and fuck you all night long.”
“But I want to go to the party,” she said, sliding into her panties and then her corset, which conveniently zipped up the front. “And I want to build up the anticipation so you fairly explode when you fuck me tonight.”
“Oh, there’s no worry about that,” he huffed. “I’ll be walking around with an erection big enough to scare all of the children away.”
“Luckily there won’t be any children at the party tonight.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped the thigh highs on, loving the feel of silk on her smooth legs. Clipping first one and then the other, she stood in front of the full length mirror and smiled, pleased with how she looked, even if she thought she looked like a sexy banana.
“Hey, do you mind if I check my email?” he called out. “I’ve been without internet access all week.”
“Sure,” she adjusted her breasts to make sure they looked their absolute best. “My tablet is on the desk.”
Spritzing a little bit of perfume between the mounds of flesh and then between her thighs, she finally put the tight, yellow dress on. As much as she loved Beauty and the Beast, she felt it was a little unfair that only Beauty got to dress slutty. With Winter’s body, he should be wearing only a loin cloth and the scary latex facial makeup. Surely the world wouldn’t recognize him without seeing those killer blue eyes and that heart stopping smile? Well, no, she’d recognize him anywhere and she knew that there were some crazy fan girls out there who would recognize him if all they saw was a small section of his back.
They wouldn’t recognize his penis, though, because he had never shared that with the world, despite some pretty provocative love scenes in some of his movies. Now, people would recognize his butt since the hard, dimpled flesh appeared in several movies. He must tan nude to have that even, all over color. She’d have to ask him the next time she remembered she had a brain when he was in the same room as her.
Stepping into the dress, she tugged it up her body, watching as it transformed her from a sexy banana to a sexy, albeit slutty, Beauty. Her breasts were on prominent display, the light gold dusting drawing even more attention to the pale flesh. Her waist looked positively tiny thanks to the corset rearranging her body parts. Finishing up the hourglass figure she had going on was the flare of her hips, making her look like a fertile goddess. If Winter didn’t swallow his tongue when he saw her she did something seriously wrong because she looked hot.
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ing on her heels and grabbing the final item that would complete her outfit, she tied the gold and cream filigreed mask on. The delicate mask formed to her cheeks and forehead, covering the top half of her face, sparkling with rhinestones and glitter and giving her an air of mystery.
“What’s this?” Winter called out. “You have a folder called Winter Files.”
Opening the door and seeing him absorbed in what he was doing on the tablet, she sauntered over to him and purred, “It’s where I keep all of the information I’ve gathered about you. Don’t worry, Winter, it’s password protected so no one but me can access the info, and that includes you.”
“So it’s not the same password as your online account?” he asked with a smile, turning his head and seeing her for the first time. His lips parted and his entire body stilled as he drank in the sight of her. Breathing heavily, he reached down and adjusted his erection, hissing as his hand brushed against the sensitive flesh. “Are you sure we have to go out?”
“It’ll be fun,” she promised, smoothing her hands over her hourglass shape. “And I can guarantee you that you will get lucky tonight.”
“I’m never going to make it until midnight,” he groaned, standing up from the desk and readjusting his penis once more.
Wrapping her hands around his arm, she leaned against him and teased, “That’s unfortunate since we plan on staying out until two or three in the morning.”
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Flynn was trying to kill him, which was the only explanation. It had been an entire week since Winter had seen her, and that had been for only a day and a half before he had to be back in Georgia to continue working on his film. It had been hell dragging his sorry ass away from her, especially after spending the entire time between her sweet thighs, and more than once he had been tempted to quit the film so he could stay. But she had laughed her heavenly laugh and sent him on the way, promising to keep her body warm and willing for the next time he came home. For tonight.
He hadn’t planned on coming home but he had accidentally told her about the masquerade party he had been invited to at Velvet Smoke. Seeing the way her eyes had lit up at the thought of dressing in costume, he hadn’t had the heart to tell her they couldn’t go because his schedule didn’t allow the time off. So, even though he had to leave early the next day, he had flown home, had his make-up artist friend create his beast look, and put on a ridiculous costume. All he really wanted to do was take her into his arms, kiss her until he forgot his name and then fuck her six ways from Sunday, maybe seven, and never leave her again.
To repay his kindness, she had answered the door wearing a ridiculously thin scrap of material pretending to be a robe, teased him by dropping said robe, and then disappeared into her room. If he had been two seconds quicker, he could have caught her around her waist and had her on the ground where they stood. Fuck, he could be buried inside of her right now instead of riding in the back of a limo to some stupid party with a raging erection between his thighs that was stealing all of the blood from his brain, thanks to that outfit she was wearing.
No, it was thanks to Flynn herself, who could be wearing a muumuu and still elicit the same response from him. It didn’t even bother him that she was keeping some sort of file on him, even though a part of him knew he should be concerned. But he knew Flynn, knew she wasn’t the type of person to betray him or his confidences. Once his dick was no longer stealing all of the blood supply in his body, he might remember to ask her for more details about the file, just to be on the safe side because he had gotten burned in the past before.
“Are you sure we can’t take the edge off before the party?” he asked, almost in despair. She was sitting across the seat from him, devouring him with her eyes, and teasing him with little glimpses of what she wore beneath the yellow dress. The tight dress was really just a second layer of skin, allowing him to make out the detail of the fancy underwear she had on underneath.
He’d like to see her in the dress without the undergarments. And then he’d like to see her with the dress on the floor.
“I could kiss your penis and make it better but I think it would have the opposite effect,” she purred, a tantalizing seductress just becoming aware of her own power. Didn’t she realize she could have any man eating out of the palm of her hand? Pushing off the seat, she kneeled in front of him, putting her hands on his knees before sliding them up his thighs and getting awfully damn close to his rigid cock. Looking up at him through the filigree mask, she crooned, “Do you want me to kiss it, Beast?”
“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream,” he snarled, putting his hands over hers to stop their forward progress. “And I don’t think you want to show up at the party with your dress around your waist and my dick in your pussy.”
Her eyes dilated and she sucked in a breath, her chest rising and pushing her breasts out even more. Sitting back on her seat, she said in a breathless voice, “No, you’re probably right.”
“Now talk to me about something else before I lose control and fuck you mercilessly.”
Taking a steadying breath, she smiled, “I think I’d like to try champagne tonight.”
The unexpected comment, coming so far out of left field, took him aback for a second, making him realize just how very young she was. Oh, not in years but in experience. Well, a little bit in years as well. Giving her a reassuring smile, ignoring the persistent ache in his groin, he said, “That won’t be a problem.”
“It’s nice that we are riding in a limo,” she continued, her breasts still heaving as she attempted to have a normal conversation in her aroused state. “That way we can both get drunk….”
“I don’t drink to excess anymore,” he corrected before she could go down that path. “I barely drink at all.”
Her eyes grew downcast for a moment before she caught her lower lip between her teeth and softly asked, “Is it okay if I get drunk? I mean, I don’t have to but I’ve never actually done it before.”
“Why not?” he asked before she could say anything more.
Still chewing on that lower lip, she finally admitted, “I was always afraid of losing control but it’s like you said, I was just waiting for you to be there to catch me.”
How could she humble him and turn him on all at the same time? Giving her an indulgent smile, he murmured, “You can drink but I don’t suggest getting drunk with this group of people. You never know what someone will try.”
“But won’t you be there to guide me?”
He nodded slowly, “Yes, but what happens if I have to take a leak or something? I don’t want to leave you alone and vulnerable amongst that pack of hyenas.”
“Then I’ll simply go with you.”
“Into the men’s room?”
“I’ve done it before.”
Throwing his head back, he roared with laughter, the little minx got him! “You do know that if you follow me into the bathroom here, everyone will think we’re going in there to fuck, right?”
Shrugging her slender shoulders, she gave him a kitten’s smile, “Then we go in there and fuck. After you take your leak, of course.”
“Of course,” he grinned, shaking his head at her growing boldness. Exchanging smiles, he felt the car come to a stop and he faced his Beauty, “Are you ready for this?”
“As much as I’ll ever be,” she answered, flashing a bit of her insecurity before putting on her seductress’s smile and slipping her hand into his.
After the chauffeur opened the door and they slid out, he escorted her to the front of the line. He felt sorry for the fools who stood there, knowing most of them were never going to see the inside of Velvet Smoke. Glancing at his Beauty out of the corner of his eye, he had the strongest suspicion that she would be allowed in without a second’s hesitation. And then she’d be led to the VIP section and treated as royalty while the vultures figured out which one would have her first.
He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight for a single moment. He’d follow her into
the ladies’ room if need be. With a fierce scowl that could rival the scary beast mask he wore, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight against his side. She gave a little giggle as she stumbled over her heels and fell more firmly against him and that was alright with him because he liked her being as close as possible.
At the door, he handed the bouncer the platinum invitation that indicated he was VIP and needed to be treated accordingly. Not that he gave a damn about any of that but they generally had more privacy in the VIP room and better drinks. The attendant bowed, “Right this way.”
“What was that about?” Flynn asked beneath her breath, watching with wide eyed wonder at the world he took for granted. “He didn’t even ask for your name.”
“Only a handful of people have that platinum piece of paper,” he explained softly next to her ear. Nuzzling a little closer, breathing in her light, floral scent, he continued, “No names are required because that piece of paper guarantees anonymity if that is what’s desired. What happens in the VIP room remains in the VIP room.”
“Like Vegas,” she murmured, figuring it out in her head. “Only, here in L.A.”
He smiled, “Something like that.”
As they entered the dimly lit club, he saw a lot of faces he recognized, despite the fact that it was supposed to be a masquerade. Gina St. John was there dressed in a bra and pair of panties pretending to be a nurse. Her long, red hair was loose, shimmering around her body and he almost felt sorry for her. After her departure from the show, at her request because she wanted to star in movies, she hadn’t had much luck. Most of the movies she made were direct to video and the last he heard, she was thinking about doing a porno. Drugs hadn’t helped, taking a toll on her once-flawless skin.
Nolan Mars was there as well, wearing a loin cloth and not much else. He was surrounded by a bevy of scantily clad beauties, most likely a bunch of wannabe actresses willing to sleep with whoever promised them the moon, and at the moment that was Nolan. The man was looking around the room when his eyes landed on Flynn and stayed there. He started to push his way through the crowd to get to her but Winter skillfully steered her away only to freeze when he came face to face with the past he hadn’t wanted to share with Flynn.
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