by Mandy Rosko
She waited, and waited, and waited some more. After her cheeks had dried of tears, and she began to suspect with dread what his answer might be, he finally responded.
"I never did get a look at you in that sexy lingerie."
Melody laughed through the pain in her chest. Her heart was so happy at his words that it burst in there, but she didn't care. "You did kind of ruin it," she said.
He continued to stroke her neck and hair. "Did you purposely pick the blue one for me?"
"Yes," she said on a contented sigh, then climbed into his lap, ready to start their celebrations.
Chapter Five
"Okay, cut that here," Melody pointed to the screen on Leah's desk, her assistant's fingers moving like lightning to grab onto the scenes from the video, either to enhance them, or cut them out for a more dramatic effect.
It had been a month since she had brought home the two males from the convention, and currently the teasers, thirty second videos she posted to her website, were doing wonders to help her bring in new clients.
The video on screen had been shot yesterday morning, and while it was nothing too explicit, they weren't called teasers for nothing, after all, watching both males on the set she'd created for them kissing and removing each others clothes, eager to get to their main event, was enough to cause warm moisture to flood into Melody's panties.
"What do you think of this?" Leah asked, leaning back in her chair and nodding toward the final product. The teaser faded to black just as one of the males reached for the lube bottle, in plain sight on the nightstand, the other watching his partner from his elbows. The words, you decide how it ends, along with the phone number for any client looking for a rental appeared in white font over the black background. Although Melody had not rented out either of the two males, and decided she never would, just these videos were worth their weight in gold.
"Good work," Melody said, patting Leah on the shoulder. "We'll run that. You can take the rest of the day off,"
Leah looked at her like she'd just grown a second head. "It's only noon," she said.
"I know, but you've earned it. I'll see you tomorrow," Melody's casual tone gave no indication that she was joking about her offer, and so Leah quickly grabbed her jacket and purse and made it for the door.
She was young and ambitious, but still child enough to be easily tempted by a day off of work.
Melody quickly made her rounds, checking on the stag she kept, all of whom were amusing themselves with their toys in their rooms, napping, or doing other activities that required no supervision on her part. She quickly made her way upstairs, finding Dex in the library, sitting quietly, enjoying one of Melody's old print titles.
Dex liked reading, and he liked it better on older books that were printed in real paper
Leah knew Melody was keeping a stag for her own personal use, but for her assistant to be around, risking that she might overhear the casual way she and Dex conversed with each other in such a non client-stag way, well, it was asking for too many awkward questions, and maybe even a little trouble.
Dex looked up at her as she entered the library, shutting the door behind her. Then he smiled that wolfish smile. "Sent her home early again?"
Like he even needed to ask. "Uh-huh," Melody was already undoing the buttons to her pink silk shirt. She'd wanted to save this as a surprise for Dex for tonight, but after watching that teaser, she'd quickly decided it couldn't wait.
It had been kind of awkward wearing it under her suit anyway. Lesson learned.
Dex tilted his head, catching a glimpse of what she wanted him to see as she unbuttoned her shirt. His smile became eager. What's that?"
She pulled the silk from her shoulders, revealing the blue teddy beneath with the black laces at the back and stomach, with black panties and a garter, but of course, he couldn't see that part yet.
Melody hooked her fingers onto the waist of her pants, and, as sensuously as she could, wiggled out of them not bothering with the clasps and zipper.
She'd specially ordered this to properly fit her body, and look almost identical to the one Dex had destroyed last month.
Dex's hungry eyes became all the more intense as the full costume was revealed to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, nor any shoes or socks, just a pair of standard joggers. A requirement during work days to keep Leah, or visiting clients, from catching sight of him in full dress and mistaking him for a human.
Safety first, and all that.
Still, Dex never complained, and it allowed Melody to watch as his erection grew out from between his legs, tenting his pants, proof of his want for her.
She knew he would love it.
"For your pleasure, Master," she said, falling into the character of a doe, performing a little curtsy, bowing in such a way that he could clearly see the swell of her breasts. It made Melody love the teddy too. Wearing it gave her something of a nicer figure.
Dex put his book aside, leaned back against the leather sofa, and crooked his finger, beckoning her forth. "Come here,"
She loved it when he told her what to do. His commanding voice brought a shiver to her flesh. Before Dex, she never would have thought she would like being ordered around, would react so wantonly to it, but she did it splendidly.
She all but bounced toward him, ready to climb on top of him, to have him inside her, to ride him like she desperately needed.
He grabbed her by her wrists, stopping her.
"What are you—ugh!" she cut herself off with a shaky moan, her hands grasping at Dex's shoulders, to keep her balance, her fingernails digging into his skin as his touch sent bolts of pleasure to her clit. She swore she felt a warm tongue slipping between the folds of her pussy, and she spread her legs, knowing there was nothing really happening down there, but needing to do it anyway.
"Feel that?" Dex asked.
She glared down at him, and he was still smiling up at her.
"That's your preview of what's coming. I'm going to do that to you until you beg me to fuck you,"
The promise alone neatly sent her over the edge, but Dex pulled his hands away before it could happen. Even with her hands on his shoulders, the sensation of that warm tongue in her body vanished.
"Please Dex. Master, please," she begged, Climbing onto his lap and gyrating against him, searching for whatever friction she could get.
He slipped his fingers under the black laces of her teddy, stilling her movements. She still heard the groan in his words, despite how he tried so hard to keep command over himself. "Behave yourself, or I'll send you to your room without any toys."
He had done this to her once before when she decided to play the bad doe and disobeyed one of his orders, and though she was desperate for him, he ordered her to her bedroom.
The funny part was how he came for her five minutes later anyway, but she didn't want to be separated from him for even that long, not while they were doing this. So she obeyed and held still.
"Very nice," he said, praising her and running his hands up and down her sides, up to her shoulders and down to her hips, little jolts of pleasure rocking her, a cock slowly surging inside her.
Melody bit her lips together to contain all the desperate, needy sounds she wanted to make, fighting so, so hard to keep from just humping against him.
"You feel so damn good, your skin is like silk," Dex said, freeing his cock, stroking it, running his thumb over the pearly drop building at the slit. "You like watching me?"
"Like you in me better," she said, her eyes falling shut as more of those sensations came over her. Strong hands massaged her neck and shoulders, sliding down and cupping her breasts, squeezing them.
She couldn't take it anymore. "Dex, please!"
He pushed her black lace panties out of the way and positioned her over him, but she was the one to eagerly sink down onto his cock, keening as he filled every inch of her, until she was pressed so tightly against him that they were joined completely.
Dex's airy, satisfied exhale said
just how much he'd been waiting for this part too. "Now," he said before she could start moving. "You can ride me as hard or soft as you like, but don't you dare come until I say so,"
She shivered as his hard eyes stared into her, all serious and in client mode. "I—I can't, no...?"
Melody couldn't even finish. She was on the verge of coming right now! Her body was humming with it, buzzing, begging. "How do you expect me to do that?"
"I'm sure you can do it," Dex said, thrusting his hips as much as he was able with her on top of him. She hissed through her teeth, holding back her pleasure. "After all, you sent your assistant home, so we have all the time in the world to draw this out, don't we?"
So Dex was in teasing mode. Alright, Melody to could play this part today. She was kind of in the mood for some sexual torment anyway.
Eager to get started, Melody reached around him and gripped the leather of the sofa, putting them nose to nose, gyrating her hips in a slow movement, yet grinding down hard on his pulsing cock, causing his teeth to clench up.
If Dex wanted to play this game, she was going to make sure she gave it as good as she got it.
"Anything you desire, Master. Can you please fuck me now?" she said, putting enough whining tone in her voice to make her sound more like the horny doe she was playing.
It wasn't that difficult to do, really.
He threw her down on the sofa, pinned her hands above her head, and did just that.
Oh yes, she thought, locking her legs around him while he pumped his hips, this was a very nice start to the night.
The End
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Here is an excerpt from Mandy's first published M/M erotic romance, Night and Day:
Cedric, a sun sprite from a highly respected family, is soon to be married to his wealthy cousin to satisfy family debts. Miserable, Cedric is allowed one night of freedom before his wedding. A vampire lord is having his centennial, and vampires make outstanding lovers.
It is Silus Veturious' birthday celebration, and he sees no problem with taking a human, Cedric, to his bed for some fun. One taste and he discovers that Cedric is no human, and that taste gives him the most explosive orgasm of his life. Despite their enemy status, Silus is intrigued. He has never been with a sun sprite before, and he wants to know more about the one who braved a house filled with vampires.
Neither of their families are pleased with the match, and Cedric and Silus must soon choose if their new and fragile relationship, built mostly on lust, is worth risking their lives.
Chapter One
Cedric drank in the sights with hungry eyes. If he’d been sitting, his knee would have twitched with lusty impatience as male after gorgeous male sauntered by, occasionally with a sexy twinge of the lips that gave Cedric all sorts of forbidden ideas.
“Benny, what’ve I gotten myself into?”
“That kid in a candy store look suggests you don’t mind,” his bodyguard said.
And mind he did not. All around him was a buffet of tall, broad-shouldered, clean-shaven men. Even the servants were sights to behold, but Cedric wasn’t after a werewolf lover, or even one of those blood-whoring humans. He’d crashed this party looking for a vamp.
Rumor had it they were insanely amazing lovers. They could seduce with a look and bring about an orgasm with the most innocent of touches. Which was precisely what he was after this night. His last time.
Since this was the birthday party celebrating the centennial of the vampire lord’s son, it made it easy to spot who was who in the crowd. Everyone with a flute of what looked like tomato juice—looked like—was indeed a vamp. A few of them even had their fangs out, not bothering to hide them in mixed company.
The others, the ones who were just as well dressed, but were drinking scotch or champagne with no sign of fangs, Cedric would ignore. Odds were good they were humans, invited only for their necks and to liven the place up with more people. Cedric didn’t want any of that. A drunk human in his bed, one who belonged to someone else even, wasn’t his cup of tomato juice.
A scruffy-haired waiter spotted them, moved in their direction, and Ben snatched two glasses of white wine from his tray with a nod of thanks. It was well known that vampires didn’t give their were-servants any more gratitude than that, and neither of them wanted to appear out of place. Ben’s idea.
Though they were both friends from all the way back to childhood, the human teleporter was still a member of Cedric’s family guard. Just being here, with his charge surrounded by so many creatures who hated him, was probably giving the poor man an ulcer.
Cedric was a sun sprite. Vampires hated sun sprites. Of course, sun sprites also hated vampires. It must’ve been a night and day, cat and dog, sort of thing. Whatever. Cedric didn’t mind putting aside old prejudices for a little fun and rebellion. In all honesty, this was his first time even being in the same room with a vampire, let alone two hundred of them, and it wasn’t so bad. Of course, that could be the champagne in him talking.
Speaking of which… Cedric downed his drink right away. Though he was opposed to having whatever lover he took being wasted, the added courage of the alcohol was a benefit as he searched for someone to rock his cock, as Ben had eloquently put it once Cedric got him on board with the idea.
It might be someone else’s birthday, but it was Cedric’s last night of freedom, so he could be a hypocrite all he wanted.
They both hid away in a corner, under a giant velvet curtain with golden tassels that framed windows as high as the ceiling. Windows in a vampire household tended to be tinted and usually stayed closed. Not tonight. There was no moon out, only stars, so it was a good night for vamps to keep these curtains and windows open.
With his glass to his lips, Ben nodded toward the curved staircase where some of the guests mingled on its red carpet. “What about him?”
Cedric’s eyes found the suggestion immediately. Grey in the hair, and a face with a slight sag to it. He crinkled his nose in distaste. “No.”
“You’re here to get laid, don’t forget.” And from the sound of it, Ben wanted Cedric to hurry up with that so they could go.
“Just not by someone old enough to be my father.”
This wasn’t the only problem, really. Vamps that age usually had wives or husbands lurking somewhere nearby, and along with the rumor of their skills in bed, they were well known for not—scratch that—never sharing their spouses.
“Huh.” Ben looked at him. “So, beggars can be choosers?”
“Shut up.” Cedric wished another waiter would come along so he could have another drink. Would it look suspicious if he grabbed another white glass instead of a blood glass?
If the vampires who owned this mansion knew a sun sprite was under their roof, the violins would screech to a halt and all eyes would stare as he was ordered off the property.
That was the better scenario.
Luckily, because of Ben’s teleporting trick, if any of the vamps here got a whiff of what he was and tried to jump on his neck, he and Ben would be out of the house and across the city before any of the suckers could so much as reveal their fangs.
While sun sprites could flash to and from most locations, they had to be in direct sunlight for it to work. As it was obviously owl time now, Cedric had to rely on Ben, who could teleport whenever he wanted. Lucky bastard.
The same waiter from before must have seen the empty glass in his hand, because he came over with another tray. A single bushy brow lifted when Cedric picked the white glass again, but he said nothing, simply took the empty flute and scurried off.
“Maybe you should ease off. People are starting to look at us,” Ben muttered, ever watchful.
Cedric tilted his head back and let the liquid slip down his throat like before, and then he struck the glass down on the marble side table. “That’s the last one,�
�� he promised. He didn’t want to be so drunk that he was all limp-dicked later. If there would be a later with any of the men in the giant ballroom.
Jee-eeze, did he really have to do this? Well, he wanted to do this. Finding out if vamps were as good as the stories said they were would be a real treat, but did he really have to think of it as being his last time? His parents wanted him to marry, tomorrow, actually, but what were they going to do if he put his foot down and said no?
Probably throw his ass out. He would be just as ruined as they would if he refused to cooperate, and he would never again be welcome within any sun sprite circles.
But Ben would never turn his back on him. Maybe—
“What about him?” Ben nodded again toward a grand marble fireplace where the majority of the male crowd seemed to be, vampires laughing with their fangs out and humans with fresh bite marks at their necks.
They were part of the younger crowd. Or at least, the crowd that looked younger—one never knew how old vampires really were—and while one or two of them were pleasing to Cedric’s eyes, their loud, obnoxious laughter was a turn-off.
He needed a lover who would please him enough to last a lifetime. He didn’t want to end up in bed with someone who was more concerned about their own pleasure.
“I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“Jesus, you’re picky,” Ben muttered.
Cedric glared. “And you damn well remember why.”
Ben’s cheeks had the decency to darken. “Sorry.”
Fuck, if any of the vamps smelled his rising blood they were done for. “Don’t worry about it.” If Cedric said more, made a big show of telling his friend no harm done, it would only take longer to get that red off his face.
Luckily, it went down quickly as Ben cleared his throat and composed himself. Hopefully, no one noticed.
“Y’know, if you can’t find anyone here, I could always arrange for something else.”
