Page 37 of Vampire Visions

“Oh.” He smiled at me then. “Not what I thought ye were for sayin’.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, can you help me or not?” I really wanted to ask him about what he thought I was going to say. Staying on task, I decided to just wait for his answer.

A smirk slowly took over his lush lips. “What’s in it for me?”

I shrugged like I didn’t know. “Uhm, no kids? More unprotected sex?”

“Right,” he agreed as he eyed me up and down. “Yeah, I’ll help.”

Again, I waited, thinking he’d elaborate, but nope. “So, what do I do?”

Palmer finished whatever he was typing, looking up at me as he closed his laptop. “Just change the intent of yer spell.”

I huffed at him. “That’s it?”

“Yep.”

Okay. That wasn’t how I thought he was going to answer. It made sense, though. Change the intent, change the spell. There was just one thing… “How do I know that it’ll work for that long?”

“How long do ya think it’ll last?”

“Six months has been the most I’ve gone before I did the spell again out of sheer panic,” I admitted. “Mostly because I’d forgotten to even use it during those six months.”

He shrugged. “Then it’ll only last six months. Ya have ta want it ta last longer for it ta last longer.”

Right. I sat down on the tabletop, kicking my feet as I focused on the rune I had to draw in my mind to make the spell work. I thought of all its details, and I told it that it’d stay in place for ten years. Then, just to be safe, I added an alert. When time was up, I’d think about it obsessively until I drew the rune again. I felt it settle into my mind, like a tattoo that I could almost see. “I think I got it.” I smiled over at him. “Thanks, Palmer.”

“Are ye up for givin’ it a test run?” he asked me slyly.

“Are you offering or teasing me?” I shot back.

He stood from his chair and walked around to stand in front of me. “How sturdy do ye think this table is?” He nodded his head at the table I was sitting on, and I honestly thought about it for a minute. I looked down, squinting my eyes at the polished tabletop. It was an ancient piece of furniture, but it was crafted when things were built to last. Jack and I had danced across the surface of it on quite a few drunken occasions.

Tilting my head from left to right, I looked up at Palmer. “It depends on what you have in mind.” I’d just barely finished my sentence when something cold hit my wrists. Those godsdamned chains. I gasped, painfully aware that he was too good at catching me off guard. “Dammit, Palmer. How do you do that?” I looked at the loose ends while I struggled to pull my hands together. “They aren’t even attached to anything!”

He looked at the entrance to the dining room, then leaned down a little to… well, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. “Practice.” He sounded distracted.

I scoffed. “That’s not what a girl wants to hear.”

He held his right index finger to his lips. “Shhhh.”

“Nah-uh,” I immediately disagreed with his request. “That silencing trick isn’t gonna work on me a second time.”

“Yeah?” The mischievous expression on his face told me he had something else up his sleeve today. “Let’s try this then.” His empty hand went behind his back, reappearing within seconds and holding a roll of dull, gray tape. I narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed with his magician's tricks. That’s exactly what they were, too. A sleight of hand, a distraction, diverting the eyes elsewhere, all so he could pull shit to him without giving me a chance to know what he was really doing.

I wouldn’t refuse, though. I had a list of kinks a mile long, and this wasn’t not one of them. My father owned a dungeon for Devil’s sake, not the imprisonment kind, either. The type that was sexual in nature, where we employed Doms and Dommes for all kinds of wild things. Seriously, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t gone into one and come out with a few things to try.

He pulled at the folded edge, making a gods-awful racket before ripping the piece off with his teeth. I’d had just enough time to roll the sensitive skin of my lips inward as the tape was placed over my mouth. That’d keep them from being raw when the sticky side was snatched off. “That’s not a spell,” he smugly assured me. “That’s just good ol’ fashioned duct tape. I found it in one of the drawers in the kitchen and thought it’d be more fun than mutin’ ya.” He shrugged.

I tried to fuss at him from behind the tape. It was just muffled noises, but I was chewing him out and begging him to keep going at the same time. Devil help this mage if he left me wanting again. Just to be sure he wouldn’t, I eased some images into his mind. It’d been a few days since I’d tried, but I did love the mental foreplay with Palmer. This time, he sent his own. It was a simple image of my dress bunched up around my waist, my stomach flat on the table, arms crossed and stretched out, feet spread. Gods, I was on board with that.

He grabbed my shoulders, hauling me off the edge of the table, and flipped me. I ended up on my stomach, my arms crossed at my elbows and raised above my head. The chains hadn’t swapped sides with my body. Instead, they pulled tighter. The cuff attached to my left wrist was still secured to the chain on the right side of the table. He used his foot to push my legs apart, and I wanted to look back at him, but the angle wouldn’t allow much in the way of viewing pleasures.

The table was low enough that my hips didn’t rest on the top, leaving my ass lifted in the air and my thighs hitting the edge. His hand slid roughly down my side, over the swell of my ass to my thigh, and then back up, pushing my dress with it. This wasn’t going to be some long, drawn out session. By the feel of his movements, it was going to be fast and hard. In all honesty, that was what I wanted. I didn’t want him to be gentle. I didn’t want him to tease me. I was not in the mood for delayed gratification.

Even if it was just for a few minutes, I wanted to forget about the world around me. To focus solely on one thing, and Palmer was giving me that. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him and feel him.

The button on his pants opened, but they didn’t hit the ground. His hands landed near my rib cage, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. It was a soft rumble, making me wet just from the sound. “I made a promise to ya.” His right hand left the table, running through the slick folds of my pussy. Slipping two fingers inside me, he held them there, making me wish for friction. “I’ll give ya what ya want this time.” He pumped into me once before taking his fingers away. “Next time, I’ll have ya beggin’ for it,” he promised.