much for me to take in, so I can’t seem to focus on any one thing. The place is just as I imagined an underground vampire lair would look like. Plush fabrics in dark red line the whole space, sweeping up at the corners to meet at an impressive chandelier. I stand there for a moment, awestruck. The gemstones on the dress scrape against my arms as I twirl around, taking in the space. Sparks of sensation shoot up my limbs and fire like sparklers in my brain. Everything feels just like a fairytale. Giggling, I look down at my slippers and click my heels together a few times.
Damiano smirks as he watches my feet. “You want to go home already?”
Shaking my head, I grip his arm and smile wide. “More like, there’s no place like Club Toxic. Maybe if I can convince you to let me keep the shoes, I can just click my heels and come back here any time I need a vampy fix.”
He narrows his eyes and pulls me flush up against his body. He’s all hard angles and firm planes. I want to burrow my head into his chest and hug him close, but the darkness in his eyes keeps me at bay.
“If you’re here in this club, you’d better be with me.” His growl permeates my body, setting my nerves on fire, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
Rising up as high as I can, I stare him down, trying to be intimidating. “This is a one and done, remember? I can play with whomever I want. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I step back a pace, wanting to see his reaction. I’m not at all disappointed. His eyes narrow into slits as he closes the gap between us like it’s nothing. My heart flutters at the heat coming from his eyes. Slowly, his hands slide up my neck, cupping it before lightly squeezing. My pulse thumps harder between his fingers, like an echo coming back onto itself. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the feeling of strength flowing through him. Is he mesmerizing me somehow? I should be terrified, but this is the safest I’ve ever felt.
Sighing, I lean into his touch, silently begging him to grip harder. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I’m on the edge of floating, just a touch hazy. I want to fly, and somehow, he can make me. I just know it.
“Besides what you and Temi talked about, what is your experience with kink?” His voice wraps around me like warm chocolate, and it takes a moment for his words to sink in.
“You mean, like spanking and stuff?”
Damiano smiles, slow and predatory, before bending down and nipping my ear lightly. “More like the and stuff. Anyone can spank.”
Flames lick at my cheeks as I consider his words. Would he still want me if he knew the truth? Looking back up at him, I chew my bottom lip thoughtfully. The problem is, lying could also put me in danger. I’ve read enough to know at least that much.
“I’ve read about it before.” Shrugging, I motion around the club. “But it’s not like I have a life conducive to finding someone like that. Based on what I’ve seen from you, I’ve got to assume you’re at least a little into it.”
His smile widens even further and I watch, transfixed, as his fangs lengthen. Will I ever get tired of that? My crotch loudly proclaims: no. I tongue my own fangs, wondering briefly if that has the same effect on him. Looking down, I see that his pants are indeed tented… massively… but that could be because his hands are still wrapped around my throat.
“You master the art of understatement, my dear. I am into things you can barely even imagine, but tonight, I’ll take it easy on you.”
Disappointment flows through me for a moment. “Why? Think I can’t handle it? I’m pretty sure I can take anything you give me.”
“Is that a fact?”
He removes his hands, and my throat already cries out for more of his touch. It’s not fair. He’s brought me this far, why hold back? Before I can answer, he whirls me around to let me stare at the scenes going on in the dungeon. As I take a deep breath, my brain tries to make sense of everything I’m seeing, but I have absolutely no framework for it.
Shrieks, giggles, moans, all converge into one sound, a pulsing of sexual frenzy that slides into