Seductress Seduced (The Embassy Book 4)

by Kira Barker

  “If it’s a good fuck, why not?”

  I was starting to see why Emily was so tightly strung tonight. That one was trying my patience, and I wasn’t the one who had to put up with all the security measures.

  “Well, who am I to protest if that’s your conviction?” I asked, smiling jovially at the woman behind the oak desk. The fact that she didn’t seem happy, but even tenser than before, made me wary of Garrett. “Or am I missing some vital detail here?”

  “Not that I’m aware of,” Emily offered, and when Garrett shook his head, she turned to her computer. “The usual accommodations?”

  “Yes please, even if they don’t come with an altar. Unless you’ve upgraded?”

  Emily allowed herself a small smile and shook her head.

  “Of course we could procure one, but that would likely take another day or two.”

  Casting a sidelong glance at Garrett, I shook my head.

  “I think we can do without.”

  Five minutes and several signatures later, Emily saw us out of her office and to the bar next door. I ordered whiskey straight—whoever came up with the abomination of pouring it over ice deserved a punch in the nuts—while Garrett went for a plain soda.

  “So, sex is the only thing that you indulge in?” I asked, scanning his face intently. There had to be more to his obsession with me—and it did sound more like an obsession than he’d tried to play it off as—than just the obvious.

  “Depends,” he replied cryptically.

  “You also like playing games,” I ventured a guess.

  “Not necessarily.”

  “But you do now, with me, for whatever reason that I cannot think of?”

  He answered me with a slight smile that curved up his sensual lips.

  “I feel like you’ll lose interest in me the moment you realize just how much of a loser I am.”

  I wondered if that was a joke. His voice was a tad too harsh for an offhand remark.

  “What did she do to you?”

  He looked alarmed for a moment, but just as quickly as he’d ditched the mask, he put it securely back into place.

  “What she? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

  Oh, but he did. Granted, for me it was easier to see, because besides the telltale signs in his body language—tightness around the eyes, shoulders hunched, voice hard—I could also see that haze of purple perfuse the air around him. Grief without loss, frustration and anger and need—unrequited love, or a love lost that he knew was impossible to regain.

  “Let me guess. She betrayed you?” I went for the oldest page in the book. Men might still think they could pride themselves with being the stronger sex, after centuries of pillage and plunder, but a woman’s weapons usually cut twice as deep, leaving scars that never healed. “Who was it she made a fool of you with? Your best friend? Your boss? The self-deprecating colleague who has half your merit but somehow always ends up charming the panties off of the women you cherish?”

  He considered my words, which was strange in the first place. Usually, men fell all over themselves, either in anger at me hitting the bull’s eye straight on, or being offended by my missed guess.

  “Too private?” I prodded when, after a full minute, he still hadn’t replied.

  “Yes, but I don’t really see the point in hiding anything from you,” he confided, his smile now sad as it resurfaced. “A little bit of all that. Only that I was the charmer and she my best friend’s fiancée.”

  “Oh, naughty.”

  He snorted. “Not really. And as they say, not worth the trouble that followed.”

  “Why, the sweet taste of victory turned sour once you got what you desired?”

  He wouldn’t have been the first man to lust after a woman just because he couldn’t have her—until he did.

  Surprisingly, he shook his head.

  “No, on the contrary. She was a goddess in bed, insatiable, passionate, loving. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman, and more.”

  “So why isn’t she still warming your bed at night?”

  From the sadness lacing his aura, I could tell that he wasn’t simply cheating on her with everything supernatural on two legs that he could find.

  Garrett mulled that over as he finished his soda, then turned to fully face me.

  “Because I pushed her away.”

  “Deliberately?”

  From someone with such an obsessive nature as he displayed toward me, that came as a surprise.

  “Yes. Turns out, all the sex in the world is only so great until you walk out of the door, and realize you’ve traded in sweaty sheets and shared moments of abandonment for the only thing you’ve ever held dear.”

  “Your friend.”

  He nodded.

  “What’s even worse about it is that he was a total sport. He accepted defeat, he didn’t throw a tantrum, and he even took her back when she came crawling, deeply wounded by my rejection. Now he has the girl, I have nothing, and I can’t shake the certainty that it simply wasn’t worth it.”

  I silently agreed with him as I cherished my whiskey, the liquid slightly warm on my tongue from my hand holding the tumbler.

  “And now you’re trying to fill that void by any means available?”

  His gaze was steady and calm as he held mine.

  “Sex already destroyed my life. Might as well get some more mileage out of it while it lasts.”

  Ten minutes later, Emily approached us as we still sat in brooding silence. I thanked her, then steered Garrett over to the bank of elevators and pushed the button for the top floor. He followed me mutely down the hall to the second door on the right, and didn’t bat an eyelash when it only opened after I’d pressed my palm against the pad next to the knob. All the other doors had either slots for key cards or number pads, but this one was the entrance to my demesne.

  Whoever had been responsible for decorating the room had suffered from delusions about my age, and hadn’t paid heed to historical accuracy, even for a moment. Everything looked straight out of the set of a porn version of One Thousand and One Nights. Lush fabrics and tassels everywhere, pillows, veils—even a water fountain in the middle of the room, the tiles as colorful as everything else. I was certain that nothing in Ancient Persia had ever looked like this—the point that I’d been born a long distance from there in the first place aside.

  Garrett looked around. His eyes caught on the fountain, but he didn’t comment on it. In fact, he was very quick to turn to me and ignore everything else.

  “Shall we begin?” I offered, then shrugged, using the motion to let the silk scarf I’d been wearing slide off my shoulders.

  “As you wish.”

  His neutral tone made me wonder if he was trying to tease me.

  “What would you like to begin with?” I asked as I stepped up to him, making sure that I was close enough that he could feel me, but not yet touch me. That easy smile from before returned, but he looked disappointingly relaxed as I reached up to run one finger down the side of his face, then traced his lips gently. “Would you like me to undress you? Maybe take the edge off first so that you can better enjoy the rest later?”

  Quitting my teasing, I used my other hand to cup his balls and cock through the fabric of his pants, the goods satisfactorily heavy in my grasp. I felt him harden a little, but he didn’t buck his hips, and his eyes remained centered on my face.

  “How about you let me seduce you?” he suggested, but then moved away, forcing my light grip to release him.

  I couldn’t help but let a smile come to my face as he walked around to my back, the first touch of his lips on my bare shoulder nice, but a long shot from anything that could kindle true lust, rather than my usual feeding instincts.

  “Trust me, that takes a lot more than the games you play with the silly girls you’ve bedded so far,” I pointed out.

  “It also takes more than groping my junk to get me going,” he whispered into my ear, his voice laced with good humor.

&n
bsp; “But not much, I bet. You’re a healthy young man, after all.”

  “And you’re a centuries old sex demon,” he breathed against the side of my neck then planted a soft kiss there that he quickly followed up with another. “I bet that stealing my soul is the least of what you could do to me.”

  His hands stroked down to my hips, sliding lower to the top of my thighs, then on to my stomach, before they inched up to cup my breasts. Relaxing into his embrace, I let my eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensations even with my clothes still on.

  “I could break your spine and suck the marrow from your bones, if that’s what you’re alluding to,” I offered in a husky voice, then laughed. “But what good would that do me if you were paralyzed below the hips? I do prefer my men fully functional.”

  His lips found my earlobe and closed around it, the warmth of his mouth tantalizing as he sucked softly.

  “So you can ride me, until I’m too spent to be of any service to you anymore?”

  His hands left my breasts, in fact dropped away from me completely, but only to appear next on the zipper of my dress. I waited patiently as he brought it down my back then let the fabric slither from my body, revealing my unclothed backside to him.

  What can I say, when all you are here to do is fuck, why bother with underwear?

  I could feel the weight of his gaze as he took me in: curves, panes, and angles. A coy glance back over my shoulder found him looking at the roundness of my hip in fascination, before my motion drew his attention up to my face. I made as if to turn around so he could study the rest of me, but he stopped me, his hands firm but gentle on my upper arms.

  “Let me serve you tonight. Use me in every which way you want me.”

  His words sent an uncustomary thrill up my spine, but also left me cautious. I knew only too well that what he was asking for might not be a genuine offer, but rather a picky wish hidden behind nice phrases. ‘Serve me,’ he wanted? More likely it was a demand for me to cater to his submissive side, and pretend like I was only taking, while pandering to his needs instead. While I wasn’t opposed to obliging him, I wanted to know where we stood first.

  Still, it could be worse, I figured, as I shrugged him off, literally as well as figuratively.

  “Is that so?” I asked, unable to keep the mirth out of my voice.

  “Yes,” he breathed into my hair, barely louder than a sigh. “Mistress.”

  “Undress.”

  I put an authoritative lilt into my voice, but still kept my tone gentle. If he wanted someone to bark orders at him, he’d chosen the wrong succubus for the job.

  Garrett was quick to incline his head, then stripped, dropping his clothes onto the floor with no regard for wrinkles. I watched as the soft light revealed his body to me, one part at a time. I’d been right in my first assessment; his physique was fit, muscles clearly outlined under his tanned skin. There was hair, but not too much, and trimmed in the places I would get close to very soon. His cock was thick rather than long, making me want to lick my lips, but I forced myself to keep studying him evenly, even after the last stitch of his clothing had dropped to the floor.

  He shivered briefly under my scrutiny, but the hint of a smile remained in his eyes as he looked back at me, now studying my nude front with equal interest as I did his.

  “Show me what I’m going to be working with,” I told him, nodding toward his cock. Already on the fast track to saluting me, it hardened quickly as he wrapped one hand around it and started stroking himself.

  One might have thought that after so long in the business, such a common act would get trivial, but I found myself strangely mesmerized by it. His dick certainly deserved to be looked at.

  “Enough,” I told him when he looked sufficiently hard, and nodded toward the pillow-covered bed in the corner. “Lay down.”

  A quick nod and he scurried to follow my directive. I waited until he had stretched out comfortably, then stepped up to the bed and reached for one of the gauzy veils decorating the carved bedposts. Garrett watched me with rapt attention as I wound the fabric around his wrist, then tied it off, more or less anchoring his arm to that corner. I did the same on the other side, but I left his legs untied—for now. I’d soon enough see if I was on the right track. Judging from the fact that his cock seemed harder still, and a tantalizing red haze of need was suffusing the air around him, I gathered that I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

  His eyes never left me as he watched me crawl onto the foot of the bed, then make my way upward, pushing his legs apart so I could move in between them. I held his gaze until I was hovering over his hips then cast my eyes down. Trailing a finger up his thigh, I watched the strong muscles underneath it tense. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I could feel the soft, warm skin tighten with need.

  I more sensed than heard him holding his breath, and a quick upward flicker of my gaze revealed that I had his rapt attention. Using a slow twist, I started stroking the shaft, but took pains to stay clear of the more sensitive head.

  “So what exactly is it that you want to do for me?” I questioned, continuing my idle stroking. I knew that my motions were just a little too slow to be fully satisfying, and loved having that kind of power over him.

  “Whatever you want of me,” he repeated, sounding as sincere as the first time. That annoyed me, and I rewarded him with a sudden, hard squeeze that drew a grunt from him.

  “Whatever I want?” I teased, easing up again.

  Raising the forefinger of my free hand to my lips, I sucked on it, and then brought it to his glans, drawing a painfully slow swirl atop the head of his cock. Garrett’s breathing became heavy, his lids fluttering for a moment. But as soon as I withdrew that finger again, they focused on me anew.

  “Anything.”

  I hated claims like that, if they were just that—empty words.

  “Let’s see about that.” I sucked on that finger until it was glistening with wetness all over before bringing it down between his legs. A light skip over his perineum down to his anus, and I circled it with the same slow, teasing motion that I’d used on the head of his cock before.

  I felt him jump. Some of the tension remained in his thighs, but eased up slowly as I bent my head and planted a soft, wet kiss on his cock, followed by a slow, deft lick. As soon as I felt him relax enough, I started easing the finger in, just as I closed my lips around his dick.

  He let out a strangled sound, but it had a decidedly positive connotation to it, so I continued, slowly replacing my hand with my mouth, and opening him up to me. I could tell when the aphrodisiac in my saliva started to work on him, making him utter a moan that went straight to my pussy.

  I went on, increasing pressure and speed slowly, but still not fast enough to fully satisfy his growing need. The red in his aura intensified, making something inside of me vibrate like a resounding tuning fork. It was like a salad compared to a three-course dinner—not enough to sate my hunger, but delicious nonetheless.

  I could tell from how tight he was that he wasn’t used to having anything up his ass, but as I continued to stroke his prostate, I felt him get more into it. Whether that was what he’d had in mind or not, he seemed to hold himself to his claim of fully submitting to me, if not in those exact words. That made me think, and consider my plans for him. Usually, the men that were happy to walk into my clutches were so desperate, they just took whatever morsel of pleasure that I allowed them to have. Garrett, on the other hand, was horny as fuck, but seemed nowhere frustrated with the pace I set. Either he was really into getting teased…or, I had to consider the possibility that he was the real deal.

  Mulling that over, I lightly scraped my teeth up his shaft, then sucked hard on his head. I felt him tighten around my finger, and he rewarded me with a delicious moan, but didn’t protest as I withdrew my hand and leaned back, completely depriving him of contact.

  His eyes, previously closed, opened now so he could regard me levelly. I could easily identify need and desire in his gaze, but still
no resentment at being pulled along, ever so slowly. Interesting.

  “If you really want to serve me, this should be about me, not you,” I pointed out, testing my new theory.

  “It should,” he agreed, a small smile appearing on his face. “Not that I’m protesting, but I get a certain feeling that you’re not taking me seriously.”

  I kept studying him, pursing my lips, and he tried to push himself into a more upright, sitting position, as much as the fragile bonds would allow him.

  “Prove it,” I said.

  “Let me know how, and I will,” he promised.

  “Back down. There’s a reason why I tied you like that, and I intend for you to remain that way until I tell you otherwise.”

  He inclined his head and shuffled into his original position, then watched me without a hint of guile as I tied more fabric around his ankles to fix them in place, too. Looking down at him, I had to admit that seeing such a powerful man so helpless held a certain beauty in it. Returning to the bed, I stretched out next to him so that my head was on his shoulder, my fingers skipping over his well-defined abs. His cock, still standing proudly, visibly jumped as my caress got closer.

  “You want my touch so badly, don’t you?” I whispered, pressing the softest of kisses onto his scruffy chin.

  “I want it, yes, but I can restrain myself,” he replied, humor again lacing his voice.

  “You won’t be able to for much longer, if we continue,” I informed him, not even half joking.

  “Prove it,” he echoed my earlier sentiment.

  Now he was grinning at me, his whole face alight with mirth, which made him seem weirdly attractive. Not that he was lacking in good looks otherwise, but it brought something to the surface that hadn’t been there before.

  “Am I boring you?” I asked, just a little haughtily.

  “Well,” he started, his grin widening. “You do talk a lot, and so far, you haven’t put much action to your claims.”

  “Is that so?”

  Now I didn’t have to pretend to be a little annoyed with him.

  He shrugged, but not enough to dislodge me from his shoulder. “I don’t know why you keep holding back on me. I told you, more than once, that I’m quite happy to lose myself in you, even if it’s for forever. Use me. Let me serve you. Don’t hold back. And if I really can’t take it, it’s my loss, not yours. Right?”