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He nods. “No need for explanations.”
I give him a clap on the shoulder. “Thanks, but I’ll explain it in detail with you over drinks in the very near future.”
He grins. “I’ll look forward to it then. For now, I have work to do, and your female grows impatient. She probably thinks I’m keeping you from her. I can feel the heat of her stare from here.”
I laugh, striding toward Catina, capturing her eyes through the darkness and holding them captive until I have reached her side. I take her hand. “Now that everything is done, we can talk. You’ll come with me?”
Her smile is shy, but her eyes are as hungry as mine. “Come.” I take her hand and transport with her to the lower-level playroom, far from the prying eyes of Clara. She looks around the room and to the bed that we have not shared yet but will be remedied in the near future.
She walks to the wall. “When you were gone, the first time that you left me here alone. I wondered what some of these things were intended for,” she says, fingering a flogger on the wall.
“That one is not for punishment but pleasure.” I stroke my hand over the tresses which are almost the perfect length for a beginner of her size. “The thickness of the tresses feels like a dull thud, a massage if you will.”
Her eyebrows arch in question, yet her eyes tell me that she is more than willing to try if I’m the one with it in my hand. “And this,” she asks, fingering a longer one with much thinner falls.
My dick pushes against the seam of my jeans, watching her touch the instruments that I would love to show her how I will use them to draw out her pleasure. And she will not wait long, because that is exactly what I plan to do in the very near future. We need to clear the air between us, but I cannot wait a moment longer to have her in my arms, and know that her heart still beats with the same excitement and passion for me as it did before.
Her body softens immediately as I fold her in my arms, her lips parting so sweetly beneath the weight of my kiss. Our passion ignites, but I end our kiss before it is too late for us to turn back. First, we talk; we start the rest of our relationship with all wounds, skeletons, and secrets exposed to the other and start the journey of trust both emotionally and physically.
I take her hand. “Come.” I lead her willingly to the other side of the room to the large St Andrew’s cross, the only cross that does not cause me to shrink in its sight, one put on earth and in one’s dungeon or playroom, not for religion but for much more sexual and elicit purposes than that.
I help her onto the flat platform facing toward me and kiss her gingerly on the lips. “Stay still.” Her eyes follow me as I slide to my knees, lifting one foot and then the other to remove her socks and boots, exposing the feminine pink that’s polished on her nails. I trace along the arch of her foot, testing her sensitivity, because before the day is through, I plan to know every single inch of her.
She inhales, her belly going concave as I release the button at the top of her jeans and slide the zipper down so that I can peel them and her panties over her feminine hips. I caress her skin as I travel lower with her clothes until I’ve reached the floor. “Feet.”
Catina watches me as though in a trance while her heartbeat lets me know that she is taking in every movement as she steps out of the jeans. I pull the material away, first one foot and then the other, kissing my way up the gazelle like legs, until I reach her center.
The center that no one else has had but me and that no other male will ever have the chance to see nor touch. My fangs descend with a possessive growl, my tongue tasting her from the depths of her center to the little sensitive bundle of nerves that make her squirm with unleashed desire.
“Still, love.”
Two words, yet she stops immediately, harnessing control, taking her pleasure as I dole it out, one lick at a time, until her quivering thighs tell me that she’s on the very edge of losing control.
I give her one long leisurely lick, because it will need to sustain her as I play, as I make her understand what being mine truly means. I raise the edge of her sweater and pull it up and over her head, my eyes drawn to the straining nipples of her peach-sized breasts, confined in the silk and lace that will soon be gone.
I stroke her tips through the silky material, and she closes her eyes, soaking in the pleasure. “Watch, Catina.”
She opens her eyes, now hazy with desire and need that mirrors my own. I release the clasp between her breasts that bare them to me in all their glory, erect rose colored tips atop breasts that are in need of what I have to give.
I kiss each tip, teasing one and then the other while stroking through the slickness of her center with a finger. She moans, rocking lightly against my finger, but she will learn that her pleasure will not come so soon. I leave her breasts to whisper in her ear, still stoking the fires below. “Anticipation and pain is part of the pleasure. You will learn that on the end of my finger, my dick, my flogger, and my paddle.”
She moans softly against me, and I know she’s getting close again. This time when I remove my fingers, she pouts. I smirk, kissing her lips, but my pouting little love will not get her way. I step away from her, watching the pulse on the side of her neck as she watches me undress, her eyes tracking my every movement. If we are going to bare our secrets and learn to trust, we will do it my way, on my cross, a St. Andrew’s the only one a vampire will get near.
I slide to her feet and strap one and then the other into the soft padded cuffs that will keep her secured. The scent of her arousal is heavy as she watches me with unveiled desire from above, but this time I do not linger at her mound, just a light touch over the sensitive nub, a promise of what’s to come before I cuff both of her hands above her to the cross.
Her eyes do not hold an ounce of fear. It is up to me to make amends. It was my trust issues that led me to push her away. Something she will never need to go through again after today. “When I heard you talking to your family, I should have asked you about it right away. I should have known you were doing what you had to in order to protect yourself and that you were doing what you thought was the best for the vampires. I knew in my heart you were different; I should have trusted my instincts and the way that I felt.”
She starts to say something, but I shush her with a finger. “Shh, love. No, you do not have to make excuses for my behavior. My trust issues from the past were what blinded me to the truth. Hurt long ago by someone who only wanted my money and not me. It took me awhile to work through what I saw and heard and reconcile it with what I know about you. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you, that I let you think you were no longer in my heart. You’ve taught me a valuable lesson, one that I will not let happen again. I love you, Catina, and with that love comes my trust for now and always, love.”
Her eyes leak with tears, and I stroke a finger down her cheek, wiping them and bringing the salty essence to my lips. “I love you too. I should have told you right away, should have done so many things differently. For me, it was probably always having to depend on myself even around the people who were supposed to be caring for and protecting me. I’m so sorry, and I will not make that mistake again either, because I love you far more than you can ever know. My heart was breaking the entire time I was away from you.”
I embrace her on the cross, my body pressed against hers tightly, my dick straining to find the heat of her center. “Going forward, everything is on the table. Our emotions, feelings, and deepest desires, all exposed for the other to see and love.”
She nods, more tears spilling over her cheeks as I slide down to gently untie her feet. Today there will be no flogging, paddling, or any of the play that in time will come. Today, will be our first union as vampire and vampiress, as selected mates for an eternity.
I stroke her sensitive nub, preparing her for my size, as my dick throbs with the need to be inside of her again. She softly moans, a sexy little sound that tells me she’s more than ready for what I have to give. I lift her hips. “Wrap your legs around me,” I growl, ready to make her mine with a cleansing intensity that we both need.
She does as I ask immediately, her long limbs wrapping my waist as I plunge to the very end of her. Her legs tighten as her head tilts up with the pleasure, drawing me closer with their warmth and strength. I push the hair from the side of her neck as I thrust, kissing her neck and sucking the tender flesh until she is squirming on my dick and unable to take it anymore.
