Page 40 of The Vampire’s Prey

A whimper escapes my mouth as I shift forward, trying desperately to get closer, get him to touch me where I actually need it.

"Hold still," he grits out. His eyes narrow into slits; his breathing ragged. At least I'm not the only one in need.

From my stomach, his hands keep drifting up, toweling here and there, making sure every bit of water is off of my skin. As he reaches my breasts, I arch back out, giving him full access. He could at least touch me here and take the edge off, right? He palms my breasts, drying off every area except my nipples. His fingers circle, but never land.

Frustration fills me. "Please. If you want me to beg, I'll do it. Just please stop this torment."

He pins me with a stare, his eyes jet black. "This is not easy on me either, princess. You have no idea the things I wish to do to you. But if you learn anything about me, you will learn this. I will always keep my word. No matter what.” Adrian stands before scooping me back into his arms. "I will always do as I say, even if you don’t like it. So know this, you can trust me. Always."

Always. Really? Trust a monster? Even as those words come up to the surface, guilt washes over me. He's not once lied to me or broken his promises. That's something that's usually in short supply in The Family. Engrossed in my thoughts, I completely blank on the fact that he’s taking me back to the room. For the first time, I really look at where I’m going to be sleeping.

The room itself is huge. I would say it’s at least three or more bedrooms combined from my house. In the middle stands a large, four-poster bed. The wrought iron dipping and swirling around the mattress in the front and back. It resembles tree limbs twisting up to the ceiling with all four corners meeting together with wide, overspread leaves. The curtain hangs like gossamer and shimmers under the light of the lamp next to the bed. For now, that is the only source of illumination I can see.

An armoire resides on the opposite wall with a vanity with no mirror next to it. Of course, there's no mirror. What need would a vampire have for a mirror. But not even their guests? Or is the only company a vampire keeps their own kind? The whole room brings back thoughts and memories of fairy tales, specifically the one where a maiden is held prisoner by a beast. Only my beast has fangs but, luckily, no fur.

As the bed creeps closer, nervousness rushes through my body. I'm feeling just as nervous as when he first took me downstairs. Is he going to sleep here with me? What do I even do with a sleeping vampire except kill them?

"I think you need to rest tonight," he rumbles against me. "Don’t worry, you’ll be safe in here.” He shifts me down to where I'm standing against him. His arm stays firmly wrapped around me as the other hand pulls down the covers. The pillows look thick and sumptuous, just begging for me to flop down on them. Reaching out, I let my fingers wander over the smooth, luxurious sheets. Never in my life have I had a bed this fine. I'm so torn. On the one hand, I want to fall into this life, let him take care of me, pamper me even. On the other hand, I'm stuck figuring out what's real and what's not. The Family would be mortified with me sleeping in the same house as the enemy and not even attempting to kill him.

But what if they're wrong. What if he's not the monster?

With a soft kiss to my forehead, he pulls the sheets back up. "Rest now, princess. I will bring your stuff in to you"

I'm still aching with need. How does he expect me to rest? Closing my eyes, I tune my thoughts out into the hallway, trying to listen for him. Maybe if I'm quick about it, I can get myself off before he gets back. Easing my hand down, I find that I am still so very wet. My fingers slip in and out of my folds with ease. I circle my clit, trying so hard to hold back my moans. This time, I do have to be quiet. I cannot alert my jailor to actions. Reaching up, I fondle my nipples. Wishing so badly that Adrian is the one touching me. My own touch feels so hollow in comparison.

I insert two fingers into me, groaning at the stretch. My insides clench and coil as I pump in and out furiously. So very close. I might actually be able to do this. Besides, he said he wouldn't pleasure me. He said nothing about me getting myself off.

My body arches up, and I ignore the pain in my back. In fact, that slight zip of pain brings me even closer to the edge. I am just about to come.

"What is the meaning of this," he roars, running over to my side. "Hands where I can see them. Now!"

I bring my hands up, ashamed at how they glisten in the lamplight. With a growl, he brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks on them like a man starving. His tongue winds around my fingers and flicks back and forth on the pads of my fingertips. Groaning, I try slipping my other hand under the covers, but he grabs it before I even have a chance.

"Was I not clear in my intention that you were not to be pleasured tonight?"

It may be childish, but I am so horny and amped up right now that I actually jut my chin up at him. I am so close to sticking my tongue out that I have to bite down on the offending member for a moment.

"You never said I couldn't get myself off."

"My apologies for that oversight.” He bows deeply at the waist. "I will be sure to rectify that. I will be much more clear in my intention from now on.” Reaching over to the nightstand next to the bed, he opens the drawer and pulls out what looks like rubber cuffs. "Since I will not stay here to babysit you, and I cannot trust you to leave yourself alone, I will have to take drastic measures."

He slips one end of the rubber around the hand he's already holding. From there, he brings it up to one of the railings of the headboard and slips it through. Holding it firm, he grabs the other hand and slides it though the free hole. After checking both wrists, he goes to the middle and presses a button. Both rubber rings slowly cinch tighter about my wrists then stop.

"I will be stepping out to get you some supplies. Your punishment for defying me will be no orgasms until I allow it."

My jaw drops open in protest, but he lays his finger over my lips, silencing me.

"Remember. I am in charge now. All I will hear from you are yes sir, master, or god. While you are with me, I own every orgasm that comes out of your body. I will either allow or deny based on my decisions. And my decisions are law. Do not ever let me catch you pleasuring yourself again without my permission. I do happen to have a chastity belt that I have been dying to try out."

His lips are soft and warm against my forehead as he kisses me goodnight. It shouldn't turn me on, but dear God, it does. He walks out, leaving me a quivering mess on the bed. "Sleep well my princess," he calls out from the hallway.

Sleep well. How the hell am I supposed to do that? Craning my neck, I watch for his shadow to fully disappear before I work at the restraints. The rubber is flexible, and I can turn my wrists about in it, but it doesn't give. With all my might, I pull against it, but to no avail. I am truly stuck. Pouting, I let my head fall back against the pillow. If I were actually thinking right, I would see that it isn't so bad. My wrists are lying flat against my pillow and not up higher. So, yeah, I'm restrained, but Adrian did it in such a way that there's no undo pressure.

Curses. It doesn't matter. What gives him the right to tie me up? "I own every orgasm that comes out of your body.” As if he could be any hotter by saying that. The sheets that started off so soft rub at my skin. If I close my eyes, I can picture his fingers running up and down my thighs. Groaning, I rub my thighs together, so desperate to get off. All it does is ramps up my arousal. It doesn't actually get me anywhere. Frustrated, I scream out, just trying to do something to alleviate the tension in me.

"Miss! Miss! Are you all right?"

Startled, I look up to see a soft, round, older woman walking into the room.