walk down the corridor for a few minutes, he stops every few steps to taste my lips again, and his blue eyes bleed to amber.
We reach a black wooden door, that he pushes open, and smoke wisps out of the darkness, a low bass beat reaching us, pulsing through my body. He pulls me through the door and down the stairs. The darkness is thick as the door closes behind me, so very little light, and even with my enhanced eyesight, I can barely see. But I trust Kain, and follow him anyway. He reaches the bottom of the staircase, and a red glow dimly lights the room behind him.
“Welcome to the dungeon,” he says, kissing me deeply again, his hands in my hair, pulling slightly, just enough to set me on fire, to the point I want to climb him.
The smoke in the room is sweet, yet bitter, and fills my lungs, making my head a little cloudy on top of the wine, but I relax, and take in the room. The room opens out, and lining the room are booths, some with the thick red drapes closed, others not, but closed or open, the groans and screams from the room, despite the heady music, tell me exactly what is happening behind the curtains.
Kain Michaels brought me to a sex party. Some people sit and watch other couples, or groups. Inhibitions left at the door above. No-one looks on with judgment, just enjoying the debauchery of the place. I now understand Lucille’s comment about my dress.
Kain leads me across the room to an empty booth with a round table, that also has curtains but are open. “Is this okay?” he asks lowly, his voice purring in my ear.
I nod, as I take in the sight before me. I never thought I was much of a voyeur, but the pooling wetness in my lace panties tells me I was obviously wrong. He pulls me into his lap, and kisses my neck. I lay my head back on his shoulder, granting him more room, grinding down on him as his hands roam over me. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. Are you okay, here, like this?”
“Yes,” I rasp, “Don’t stop.” I groan, enjoying the feel of him on me, the eyes I feel on us. Letting go of every rule I was ever taught, to give myself over to him, and their ways.
His hand runs down my legs, then pulls up the lace of the skirt as he comes back up, his fingers stroking the inside of my thigh, and my breath hitches. I can feel how much he wants me, his hardness digging into my ass as I grind down on him.
I kiss his throat, raking my teeth across the soft skin there, and his hand grips my thigh harder as his other tightens in my hair as he groans beneath me.
“Temptress,” he groans, and his hand on my thigh grazes against my lace panties. “You’re soaking wet, chérie. I had a feeling you would like it down here.”
His words both shock me and fuel me. Thoughts of us, with the others, all together filter through my mind, and when he grins, I know he saw them through our bond. “That is a conversation for later, ma chérie, but I am fully on board for that. For now though, you are mine.” He grabs my waist, and lifts me to my feet before pulling me back onto him, so that I’m straddling him. His hard cock running against my pussy through the thin layers of fabric separating us. I hear a groan behind me but pay no mind to anything but the man beneath me. He cups my ass and pulls me closer to him as I lean forward and lick his bottom lip. Kissing him, opening our bond fully, so he can feel everything I feel, hear my every thought, and he does the same. His love and lust hit me, and I swear I nearly come just at that with his lips on mine.
“More. I need more,” I gasp, and reach down and unbutton him. He practically growls, his fangs fully descended. “Is this okay?”
He nods, his eyes heated watching my hands as I free him. I lift up with his help, and guide him into me, moving my panties aside, lowering onto him slowly. He cries out as I reach the base of him, and growls as he buries his teeth