Craig slipped her panties off. The cool air met her labia, already soaked and slippery with her fluids. She whimpered again at the intimate and sly touch.
Craig placed a leg between her thighs and parted them with ease. His fingers delved into her wet and slippery labia, parting them so that he could probe at her pink folds. She arched her hips up so he could get a better angle of penetration and he added a second then third finger, pumping in and out of her until she was certain she would simply die from the lust that he was inciting but not fulfilling within her. Natasha ached for more. She decided to up the ante and she squirmed lower until she was eye-to-eye with his pulsing dick. Her tongue came out and swiped across the helmet of his cock. The slightly salty flavor of his pre-come filled her mouth. Her fingers squeezed again. Her mouth opened wider and she took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the length of his flesh as she tightened her lips and fingers, using them together to create a powerful and pleasurable suction on his prick that soon had him writhing against the mattress.
Natasha smelled the faintly musky scent of his arousal and the scent of her own as well. The only sounds were his gasps and the slurping sounds that she made as she sucked his dick. Her mind was whirling; this was exactly what she had wanted. He was what she had wanted.
He pulled her back up and kissed her again, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth. The fire burning in her belly grew hotter; her voice came out of her throat as an inarticulate garble of words that he nevertheless understood very well.
He flipped her over. One moment she was on her back staring up, the next she was face down, her belly pressed into the mattress. Craig grabbed a pillow and stuffed it below her pelvis, lifting her and she stared in startled wonderment as his hands kneaded her ass cheeks then pulled her ass even higher into the air.
His fingers slid up her spine, caressing and gentle until they reached the dripping folds of her pussy. His fingers circled around the hard bud of her clit, teasing and tormenting her until she began to jerk forward and back, her nipples scraping along the comforter as sensations overwhelmed her.
Just before she could come he withdrew, moving his hands away from her body. She cried out at the cruel absence. The muscles in her legs jumped and ran and her fists beat into the mattress as she pleaded with him. “I want you to fuck me so badly! I want you inside me, damn it!”
“Say please.” His voice came out in a hard pant that let her know he wanted it as badly as she did, “Say it right now.”
Embarrassment broke out but so did passion, something about being ordered to use that word made goose bumps rise along her body and her pussy grow hotter, wetter. She had never felt so empty in her life, so in need of sex.
“Please!”
The word hung in the air and Craig placed the head of his large cock at the opening of her tunnel, teasing her again but only for a moment as he removed it to slide the condom down his prick.
Natasha cried out as he stretched her open, and then filled her with his massive size. Her body rose to meet his thrusts and his hands came down hard on her ass cheeks. The slaps coupled with the heaviness inside her made an orgasm burst from her. Her sticky juices gushed out of her, dripped down onto the mattress below even as they coated his cock.
She could feel him sliding along her walls, bumping into the wall at the end of her channel. He was larger than anyone she had ever had sex with before and she knew she would be sore later but she didn’t give a damn, all she cared about was the feelings he was bringing into her body as his hips pumped and arched against her jiggling ass cheeks.
Craig grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers into it and yanking her head to one side. Her cries thrilled him, he pumped faster as her walls squeezed and contracted on his pulsing organ. He could feel his testicles moving up and tightening, signaling that he was about to come.
The friction and heat was mind-blowing, below him Natasha thrashed and sobbed as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. The scent of their sex filled the air and he thrust twice more, hard and fast.
Then he withdrew.
Natasha almost screamed in frustration. Her pelvis ground against the mattress. His fingers went to the tight ring of muscle at her anus. Her fingers dug deeply into the mattress as Craig slipped his fingers back into her wet walls, then into her tight asshole. Her gasp was one of utter surrender as he withdrew then dipped into her again.
His cock pressed against that opening. She forced herself to relax but he did not enter her. Instead he lifted her ass higher so that his tongue could find her clit. That was so unexpected that she lost her breath. His fingers stayed in her ass though and she groaned, her eyes closing as sensations took her over.
The friction of his fingers in her ass and the pressure of his tongue against her clit caused her to hurtle toward an orgasm, she felt it happening but she was powerless to stop it. She did not want to stop it, she wanted to come, and she wanted to come badly.
Her ass pumped up and down as she sought that release but he moved his mouth again, leaving her hanging on the brink.
He repositioned himself so that he was once again on his knees, his cock back at the narrow opening of her anus.
He moved forward quickly, entering her rapidly and fully. Her legs threatened to collapse under her but she managed to stay up. Her pussy sent more fluids down her inner thighs and she began to tremble all over as the feeling of him inside her snug sheath became too much to take and she came, creamy jets of fluid spurting from her body and soaking the bed below her.
Craig thrust a few more times and then he came too. She felt the thick hard pulses of his orgasm begin but then he pulled out of her. They collapsed on the bed, neither of them speaking for a long few minutes.
Natasha finally broke the silence. She asked, “Is there any food in here? I know it’s a crazy question but I was too nervous to eat and now I am starving.”
He chuckled. His rich tone made her toes curl. “But of course. Here, whatever you desire is what you receive.”
He stood and held out a hand. Natasha stood. Her body was pleasantly sore. Her asshole ached and fluids coated her thighs and ass crack. Craig asked, “Would you like a robe?”
She nodded. He went to a closet and came back with two black robes, very thick and warm, and helped her put one on before donning the other himself.
They went out into the living room where a table set with sumptuous linen and fine china sat. Natasha stared at it. She was certain it had not been there before. She wanted to ask but she didn’t, she was afraid of what the answer might be.
Craig lifted the lids of the dishes to reveal delicacies such as live baby octopus, fresh sashimi, rare steaks and fresh steamed vegetables. A bowl of fragrant rice, a bottle of chilled champagne and a platter of fruit completed the menu.
Craig said, “Help yourself,” and she did. She was not at all ashamed of her appetites, any of them.
Craig ate well too. Natasha wanted to talk but she had no idea of what to say. Finally she asked the question that had been on her mind ever since she arrived. “Is the werewolf a real werewolf? I mean, really?”
Craig smiled at her. The candles burning in the silver holders lit his face and she could see the hollows below his cheekbones. “Here you can be who and what you want to be.”
“I know that,” she said softly. “I mean, is he a real werewolf. Like does he change with the moon?”
“You would have to go to that suite to find out.”
His voice was expressionless. Natasha said, “I met him. I just wondered. I mean, do you know who I am?”
“You are Natasha. That is who you are.”
“And you are Craig the billionaire.”
He nodded. The flames danced slightly. “That I am, and I have a present for you.”
She stared at the box he slid across the table at her. It was black velvet and long. She reached for it and opened it, her eyes widening as she caught the sparkle of diamonds, The bracelet glittered in the candlelight and sent
sparkling light into the shadows.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, shocked.
“Not as beautiful as you.” His words had the ring of sincerity to them and she held the bracelet out to him. He fastened it around her wrist and then his finger traced the small veins bundled there.
“Maybe one day you will come back to see me.”
“Oh I don’t know." Her cheeks flushed, which was strange after the intimacy they had just shared. "But we have tonight.”
Craig pointed to the windows. The dawn streaked the sky just beyond and she stared at it, dismayed. How had the night slipped out of her grasp and so quickly?
There was low cough from nearby and Natasha turned to see Annalise standing in the doorway. “It’s check out time Natasha,” she said with a smile. “I trust you enjoyed your stay.”
To Be Continued…
Passion Hotel: A Bloody Lesson
Chapter One
“Welcome to the Hotel Nyx. I’m Annalise, I'll be your guide to pleasure.”
George took the hand that Annalise extended to him. Her grip was firm but her hands were soft and warm, too warm. He hoped she was not the vampire he had traveled so far to meet. “Hello Annalise. Um, are you the one who will be in the Bloodthirsty Suite with me?”
Her smile widened slightly. “No, I am the concierge and your guide through the Hotel. It can be a tricky place to navigate.”
His eyebrow lifted. The tension and anticipation he had been feeling ever since he had booked a suite at the Nyx had grown by leaps and bounds as he boarded the plane and after the chauffeured limousine had picked him up at the airport it had grown even larger.
His breath was a hard pant and he had to work to keep it from making him hyperventilate. This was what he had spent his entire life waiting for! “I appreciate you taking the time to help me navigate it.”
“It’s my job.” Her slim hand indicated the lobby. “As you can see the hotel is vast, and so it requires a person capable of taking our guests to their suites.”
He swallowed hard. Annalise was gorgeous. Her slim body was clad in a perfectly correct black linen pant suit with a crisp scarlet blouse below the jacket. A long golden chain dangled between her breasts, visible thanks to the skinny plunge of that blouse. At the end of the chain was a large gold cross set with what looked like rubies.
The sight of that cross made his blood run faster in his veins. He wondered if she needed protection form the female vampire in the suite that he had booked. Would her hunger be so great that Annalise needed protection?
He did not want any protection from that hungry vampire. He wanted to be bitten; it was what he had always wanted.
Annalise said, “If you're ready George I will take you to your suite.”
“I’m ready.” He was. Annalise turned around, giving him a good look at her spectacular ass. He followed her to the glass walled elevator and stepped in. The doors shut and they rose upward, the lobby and its fanciful trees and expensive accoutrements falling away below them.
His heart beat so fast that the blood roared in his ears. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. He stared at the floor beyond, the carpet was blood red and thick, the walls were covered in heavy damask and sputtering wall sconces gave off a dim golden light.
“This is your floor, “Annalise said softly. “If you will follow me I will take you into the suite.”
George stepped out of the elevator. The air was thick with the scent of some spicy, rich incense and the carpet was so thick his feet sank into it. The door lay ahead but with every step he took the door receded.
His eagerness made him break into a trot and the door finally came closer. Annalise had lain a hand on his shoulder, he felt the heat of her fingers as she urged, “Slower now, you do not want to go past the door after all.”
No, he didn’t. He slowed his steps. Annalise stopped in front of the door, her hand hovered right over the knob. “This is the Bloodthirsty Suite, step inside, and find your pleasure.”
She opened the door and stepped back so that he could enter. He took a few eager steps inside the doorway and it closed behind him with a heavy thud. The walls within were stone, grayed and lit by the same flaming torches hung in sconces that hung in the hallway. There was no carpet here; the floor was the same stone that created the walls.
“They know how to decorate,” he said. His voice bounced off the walls. His cock stiffened in his pants and he swallowed hard as he took a few more steps down the long narrow corridor that he had found himself in when he entered.
The incense became heavier and there were thin veils of what looked like fog running along the floor. A chill went up his spine and his arms came up, crossed over his broad chest. He had spent the last two years planning this visit and he had worked out a lot, eaten plenty of rare red meat, and done everything else he could to build his blood and strength. As a result, his arms were lean and toned; filled with muscle he had earned the hard way. His belly was flat and his legs also toned and lean.
Would it be enough? God he hoped so! He did not want this night to flee past far too quickly!
He heard a voice, calling his name but the fog had grown thicker, denser. He squinted through it and tried to hear that seductive sultry voice again but there was only silence.
He stumbled. His hand went to the wall and he yanked it back. The walls were cool, dripping moisture and he wiped his hand on his slacks.
“Hurry George,” the voice whispered into his ear.
He spun around. There was nobody there. A finger touched his cheek, a cool and firm finger, and he felt it. There was nobody there but he caught a whiff of something and he felt the pressure on his cheek.
His dick stiffened again, the tightening of that flesh was almost painful. His mouth went dry. He moved forward, his feet stumbling over each other in his eagerness.
“George,” the voice whispered and saw a brighter glow coming from just ahead.
He practically ran into the room. It was a large chamber with heavy tapestries hanging from the walls and a fire burning crisply in the large stone fireplace. The chairs near the fireplace were empty as was the plush sofa. The curtains were open to reveal a dark night sky and he stared at it, wondering what time it was. It felt like an eternity had passed since Annalise had left him.
A table, long and dark, sat near the windows. Two chairs were placed there, one at each end of the table. A heavy candelabra sat in the center, tall candles flickering and shimmering.
“Sit at the table and dine with me, George.” He spun around. She was there, right behind him! His mouth fell open and his tongue twisted on the words he wanted to say.
She was beautiful. Her black hair hung to below her shoulders, and small diamonds on thin wire had been threaded through those ebon locks. Her eyes were huge, glistening and a vivid green that reminded George of summer grass.
Her long tall body was clad in a scarlet gown that hung loosely but still revealed the fullness of her breasts and hips. Her hand came out and touched his face, just a gentle caress, but it left a cold all the way down to his bones. That thrilled him in so many ways that he did not speak, he just sat down obediently.
“My name is Elena.”
“I’m…”
“George. I know. You have waited a long time to come to me, why?”
“I wanted to be ready.” His voice was hoarse and thick, almost guttural.
“You have always been ready.” Her eyes held his. He felt himself getting lost in that gaze, surrendering to her will and desires.
She glided over. He looked down, unable to help himself and a thrill shot all the way down his spine when he realized that her feet were not quite touching the floor as she walked. She took the chair at the head of the table and took the covers off the dishes.
Rare meat and red wine filled his plate and glass. He took up his fork and began to eat. She watched him, but never reached for anything on the table. He had not expected her to and didn’t ask if she would join him.
The hardening of his cock was no surprise to him. Everything about her, about this, was exciting in a way that nothing and nobody else was.
He chewed hard and thought of his words. “What did you mean I have always been ready?’
“You didn’t need to do anything to be ready to meet me George. All you needed to do was come to me.”
“I wanted to be…” he closed his mouth over the word attractive.
“George, drink your wine.”
He did as she ordered. The wine was rich and velvety; it coated his tongue and throat. She smiled and asked, “Is it good?’ His eyes fastened to the fangs that showed. They were long and pointed, bone white against her carnelian lips. They looked lethal, sexy and he wanted to feel them buried within his flesh.
His cock gave another hard throb. Below her robe her nipples stood up in hard erect points. He stared at those points and then his gaze drifted back up to her fangs. His hand shook as he reached for his fork and popped another bit of flesh in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.
“Are you afraid of me?” Her black hair swirled as she leaned forward, and the intoxicating scent of roses—not red roses but some dark, night blooming roses—spun across the table toward him.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
She moved so fast that he could not follow her movements. One second she was at her own end of the table, and the next she was at his. Her hair swirled across his cheek and her fingers squeezed his shoulders. His belly dropped and his asshole puckered tightly as her fangs went to his neck.
Those sharp and deadly teeth raked ever so lightly across his flesh. Shivers raced up and down his spine and his fingers went limp, the fork dropped to the table with a loud clatter. She moved again, a flurry of her robe and she was gone back to her own side of the table.
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