The Vamp Experience_The Full Experience

by Courtney V. Lane

  “You missed a spot.” His gaze darted to his erection.

  Remaining on fours, I crawled on the bed. He withdrew, walked around the bed, and slapped my ass several times with quick succession.

  I cursed with my lips pursed together, so sick with want I would’ve done anything to get a taste. “Please, please let me make it up to you.” My pitch was high and tight. My ass was sore. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sit without a twinge of pain for a few days.

  He sat in the wingback chair next to the window, watching me. “Crawl, and when you get here, convince me.”

  I slid off the bed and crawled to him on my hands and knees. I positioned myself between the gap in his legs. “May I please, please make it up to you?” I repeated the question enough times to make my mouth dry.

  He nodded after my fourteenth plea.

  I moved my hands first. He grabbed them, pinning my hands behind my back. He pressed in and up, forcing me to sit on the back of my heels. His other hand slipped to my jaw, my neck, and finally to my nape.

  His touch sent little electrical signals straight to the part that couldn’t take any more teasing without a release.

  He inclined his body, allowing me easier access. I manipulated the tip of his cock with my lips, taking his entire length inside my mouth until I couldn’t breathe, and my gag reflex wanted to rebel. I held it there, gagging on his cock, until my torture earned a sexy moan.

  He slipped his hand into my hair to hold the back of my head. My mouth worked, sliding on his thick cock, stretching my lips and taxing my jaw.

  Moving with a ferocious force, I worked my neck and mouth. My tongue tickled the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. I went faster, taking him inside my mouth until my lips met his pubic hair. My chin touched his testicles, and my saliva coated him.

  Clutching my head, he rolled his hips up and openly fucked my mouth. The head tickled the back of my throat and stole my ability to breathe.

  The flow of liquid warmth scratched my throat and threatened to make me choke. I sucked and swallowed it back like it was a drug.

  “Did I make it up to you?” I asked, struggling to catch my breath.

  He pulled my hair, forcing me to separate from him. “Not enough to deserve your reward.”

  I dropped my lids, my eyes watering. I clenched my teeth, pissed he had me so strung out I was crying for relief. What the hell had he done?

  He lifted my chin, revealing a slow, crooked grin.

  I was stuck between wanting to kiss his dimples and slapping the shit out of him, and I didn’t know what he found so amusing.

  “I’ve finally broken you, sweetheart. You would do anything to have my cock inside you.” He thumbed my lips and pressed in, forcing my lips to part. “Wouldn’t you?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Are you ready for your reward?”

  “Please,” I responded, relief washing over me and relaxing my posture.

  He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me up to stand, and tossed me on the bed. With my legs sprawled out, he lowered his mouth to my pussy, latching onto my aching lips and tonguing my clit.

  I cursed the ceiling as my legs shook. I was hot and ready, approaching the verge in record-breaking time.

  “Oh, fuck, baby!” I rubbed my pussy against his mouth, hurrying along my orgasm. My hands slipped into his hair, clutching harshly as the rush filled my body and exploded.

  I rattled against the bed, coming hard, as liquid trailed the crux of my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, unrelenting, sucking hard on my clit until I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

  The soft little nub became sensitive to every other suck, making me feel as though I was coming in rapid cycles. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding into my pussy, thrashing inside me and manipulating the internal ridge that drove me crazy. He brought me to an orgasm, again and again, sucking, licking, thrusting his fingers inside me until I was a mess and juices soaked my ass.

  He released me, kissing my wet inner thighs. “I’m not fucking you. You haven’t earned that yet, sweetheart.”

  If he pushed his cock inside me, I might have passed out before I came.

  Calind slipped on top me and kissed my other weak, quivering lips.

  AS I SAT on the patio, chain-smoking the dark early morning hours away, too many things were gnawing at me. They bothered me enough to bring on an ulcer.

  The morning sun rose over the horizon, making my eyes sting. I plopped on my large, dark shades.

  Calind slipped out on the patio and stood beside the cushioned wicker sectional while wearing the blackest sunglasses I’d ever seen.

  “How long have you been able to do—” my fingers whirled around my head, “that mind-reading thing you do?”

  “Since the moment you couldn’t stop undressing me with your eyes at Executive Suites.”

  I found my footing, standing to face him. “Great. Well, now you know. I’m not hiding anything. Since you’re in my brain, I can’t hide. Give me a break. I changed the course of my life months back. It uprooted everything I knew, everything I thought I felt. I’m still working on it.”

  “You were living a lie, Regan,” Calind said. “A false sense of a world you never should’ve believed.”

  “I get it. Nothing is an illusion.” I stressed my sarcasm by doing the magic-hands. I instantly felt stupid and rested my hands on my sides. “You don’t have to keep hammering at me about it.”

  “Are you meeting with Emile again?”

  I remained cagey in response. “I haven’t decided.”

  He glanced at his watch and turned on his heels, heading back inside and toward the front door.

  I jumped up, rubbing my sore ass along the way and followed him back inside the house. “Calind, what’s the problem?”

  “It’s a long drive to the vineyard, and I can’t be late. I have back-to-back meetings all morning.”

  “What is it I’m supposed to do here? He was my only friend.”

  His entire face tensed as he stared at the floor for too many moments. Intense brown eyes drifted up to mine. “You were in love with him.”

  He took the breath from my voice, and it took some time to recover. “Is that what this is about? You think I was—am in love with him? Shit, I don’t know if I ever was. We fucked, but it’s all we ever did. We never had a deep moment, besides that one time his dick—”

  Calind cleared his throat, ending my overshare. “You don’t know if you were in love with him?” His question was deliberate and strained, as though he didn’t understand the language I used.

  In reaction, I fidgeted.

  His eyes followed every tick of my movements.

  For some reason or another, I couldn’t fight the feeling Calind assumed Emile and I had shared some great love, and I never recovered from the loss. “Calind? I was never in love with Emile. That’s a fucking promise. What else should I do to prove you’re the only one I want, and that you don’t need to worry about me and Emile getting back together?”

  “Show me. Allow me to handle him.”

  “Not happening.”

  He headed for the front door.

  “Calind?” I asked, walking after him.

  He disappeared into the hall and out the front door before I could catch him.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  I SPENT MOST of the morning pacing, watching the hours go by while I tried to figure out why I didn’t find Emile and decrypt his cryptic statements to find out what the fuck was going on around me and uncover a reason to let go of my skepticism.

  Either Calind had mind-fucked me hard, training me to obey him, or I didn’t meet with Emile because I wanted to avoid hurting Calind. Instead of spending the rest of the day in my head, I surprised Calind with a visit.

  The forward facing acres of the vineyard were ripe with grape vines and orange trees. The Victorian estate, between the vineyard and the lush garden, served as a restaurant, bar, and wedding venue.

  “May I he
lp you?” asked Cyan in the upper level of the estate. She glared at me as though I was a Monday on a Friday.

  “I can figure out where I need to be.” I tried to bypass her desk.

  She shot up from behind her desk to stand in front of me. “I think you should leave before I call security.”

  “Okay, I’ve had about enough of you.” I walked up to her, invading her personal space. “You’re doing way too much, and it’s time I knocked some sense into you.”

  “You can try it.” She goaded me with a sneer, proving she new exactly who I was. “It won’t change anything. You can’t get him to fire me. I’ll always be by his side, and no matter who you are to him now, you won’t matter to him once I’m done making sure he sees that you’re beneath him.”

  My hand raised to slap the bitch out of her.

  Calind cleared his throat, alerting us to his presence in the doorway of his office, located to the right of his bitchy assistant’s desk. He looked delicious in his dress shirt and slacks. A deep side part divided his hair, molded backward. “Cyan, I believe you need a reminder of whom you’re speaking to—my wife.”

  Cyan put on a flirtatious smile and moved away from me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Glace. I didn’t recognize her and thought she was another admirer from downstairs coming to see you.”

  “Take your break,” he barked at her and glanced at his watch.

  She pouted as though she were a child who didn’t get what she wanted for Christmas. “Yes, Mr. Glace.”

  Without setting his gorgeous brown eyes on me, he disappeared inside his office.

  “Wife?” A smile of pride stretched my face as I entered his office and closed the door behind me. “Think it’s the first time you’ve called me that to someone else.”

  “Did you need something in particular, Regan?” He sat behind his massive desk, keeping his eyes on his work. “As you can see, I’m working.” He looked more pissed at me now than he was this morning. So much for hoping he’d bend me over the desk for fun.

  “Well, yes, you work here, don’t you? I doubt you’re here just to nose-dive into Cyan’s pussy now and then. By the way, it’s official. I hate her. ‘I didn’t recognize her?’ Liar. How many times have I run into that bitch already? You should’ve heard the bullshit she said to me.”

  He busied himself with the various tablets on his desk, ignoring me.

  “Calind?”

  He sighed in aggravation and lifted his eyes to regard me.

  “I thought about it, and you were right about Emile.” I mumbled, having a hard time admitting he was right in any capacity. “I won’t see him again.”

  He stopped pretending to preoccupy himself with work and quizzed me with his eyes. But they were investigating me for the wrong fucking reason.

  “Good to know you have so much faith in me, Calind.” I slumped in the chair opposite his desk and rubbed my temples. “No, I didn’t avoid meeting him because I thought I couldn’t control myself. I don’t want to fuck him.” I crossed my legs, rocking the top leg over the bottom. “When did this happen? When did you devolve into such an insecure man?”

  He sat up straight and faced his work, unmoved. “I’ll see you at home.”

  “Not after this bullshit, you won’t.” I jolted up and headed for the door.

  “What do you expect from me?” he asked, verging on raising his voice.

  I spun on my heels with my eyes full of fire. “I should’ve known. It was a stupid thing to want. You’re a man, like any other. Can’t rid yourself of your tree-pissing nature. I knew this would happen.”

  His eyes darted up at me with a crushing intensity. “Mind you, you wanted this. You salivated for it. I’ve given you more than I’ve ever given anyone.”

  “I had to go along with an ultimatum to get what I wanted, remember?”

  His jaw clenched and ticked with tension. “Is that correct? You think I forced you to marry me?”

  “That’s not what I’m saying. No one forced anyone to do anything.” I rubbed my head again. “Why are you so pissed, when I told you that I won’t meet him?”

  He returned to his work, ignoring me.

  “Hey!” I lunged forward and slammed my hand on his desk. I hit a tablet and made the screen go wonky. “I’m talking to you!”

  He stormed up, pushing his chair back with such force, it broke apart upon impact. The wall behind him cracked into a curious pattern.

  “What the hell is it, Regan?” he snarled with a heavy accent and uninhibited anger. I could’ve sworn the veins in his hands pulsated in an odd-colored hue. But as soon as I thought I saw it, it disappeared.

  I retreated, staring between the chair and the wall while walking backward.

  Holding on to anger instead of fear, I added, “You know, maybe I should meet up with him and fuck him. Might as well, right?”

  His expression shot darts in my direction. I was too angry for his intimidation to faze me, and left with a slam of the door.

  I GOT IN the car, and I didn’t stop driving until three hours flew by and I saw the garish lights of the Las Vegas strip. Anger could make you do strange shit.

  I went to the same club Calind took me to a few months back, Switch, and didn’t understand why my internal compass directed me there.

  The bouncer allowed me inside the club for free. After gifting me their top line champagne, the hostess escorted me to a private suite where the best dancers waited to give me a show.

  “I remember you.” A familiar voice loomed behind me.

  I turned around and took a few seconds to place the face with a name. “Evani, right?”

  She gave me a smile and pushed her breasts against mine in a hug. “What can I do for you, beautiful?”

  “I’m looking for Kay. I want a lap dance from her.”

  “I’m sorry, she doesn’t work here anymore.”

  “Do you know where she went?”

  She shrugged. “Don’t have the slightest idea. I’m sure I can satisfy your needs.”

  Given her rapport with Calind, it might’ve been an awful idea. Plus, I wondered what the hell happened to Kay that made her quit.

  Evani slipped her hands around my face. Her brown eyes pierced into mine. She kissed me, erasing trepidation and any rational thought.

  She traced my collarbone. “You should go home, Regan, but not this way. I have something for you to wear that will make Calind forget the spat you two had today.”

  “How the hell did you know—”

  She pressed her lips to mine, erasing more of my thoughts. A chanting inside my head grew louder, telling me to follow wherever she led me.

  My eyelashes fluttered, attempting to recover from whatever the hell it was she did.

  It was of no use.

  OUR HOME WAS dark except for a small light emanating from the bedroom, and the solar lights illuminating the pool.

  Evani guided me through the foyer. In a short and tight dress without underwear, I shuffled behind her.

  Smiling, she stopped shy of the bedroom door and pulled me beside her. Her attention remained glued to the open door of the master suite. “He’s waiting for you, and we shouldn’t make him wait much longer.”

  I slipped my hand in Evani’s, and we moved into the bedroom.

  Calind was sitting up in bed, a tablet on his lap. He went commando underneath his lounge pants. The way his heavy, long eyelashes fell across his cheeks stirred me.

  Evani sauntered around the bed to slip her hand into Calind’s, making him open his eyes.

  “Evani,” he mumbled, gliding his fingers through loose strands of hair. He didn’t appear surprised to see her. They stared at each other, conducting a silent conversation, and Evani gave him an appreciative nod.

  An understanding dawned on me. “You’re tricky.”

  Calind’s gaze landed on me. “I wanted you home. Can you fault me?”

  “I wanted to be home with you,” I told him.

  “I was angry at myself, not you.” His eyes never le
ft mine as we exchanged silent words of regret.

  “Why?” I asked.

  He pulled me onto his lap, pressing his forearms against my back to bring me closer. “It’s not a sentiment I can verbalize.”

  As he kissed various places on my body, he positioned me to lie stomach-down across his lap. His fingers walked up the inside of my thighs and up my dress. When his fingertips met my wet lips, I moaned for more.

  The tapping sound of Evani’s heels receded, becoming the only noise in the bedroom before everything went silent.

  Calind’s fingers rocked against my slit, and moved up to the hood surrounding my bundle of nerves. He brought his fingers together, squeezing my clit. “Your tight little pussy is dripping all over my lap.”

  “Because it’s very ready for a hard fuck,” I rasped.

  He stood, careful in his movement to flip me over on my back. Holding my head off the pillow, he lowered, brushing his mouth against mine.

  He held my pussy open and flicked a finger over my receptive clit. His fingers slid up the opening of my pussy and circled over my bundle of nerves. He pinched the soft nub and rocked back and forth, eliciting a moan that gave rise to Calind’s erection against my thigh.

  Leaning forward, he sucked my bottom lip and sank his teeth into the sore flesh.

  His mouth joined his fingers in between my legs. The pleasure threw me to the brink. I shook hard, quaking the headboard against the bed while Calind’s tongue whirled at a breakneck speed around my clit.

  He sucked my clit and thrashed his fingers inside me. I cried out to the ceiling, and melded with the bed. A fire burned from the inside, ripping me apart and leaving me weak.

  Calind held my thighs and widened them. As he kissed my ankle, he spread my lips apart and pushed his hardness inside of me.

  We made eye contact as he penetrated me. His body remained still, but his cock damn near vibrated within me, massaging my walls, expanding me. There wasn’t an inexplicable external pull, yet having him fill me and witnessing him rest his eyes on me as if I was his five-course meal felt more intense than ever.