the five bedrooms in my house. I’m hesitant to show her the three that are empty. I’ve never given the condition of my home much thought. Having Zoe here highlights the fact that I haven’t put much effort into creating a home. I should have furnished more than the playroom. Somehow, I doubt the mattress in the master counts as décor.
It doesn’t matter if I don’t have much furniture.
“Wow. Is that a real suit of armor? It’s from Spain, right?”
I’m impressed. “Yes. Worn by the Conquistadors in the sixteenth century.” And a reminder of where I came from, carrying memories from my mortal days.
“I love the gear-like features on the elbow joints and the engravings on the helmet. It must be worth a fortune.” Her wide eyes study my old armor with the fascination of a child. Her interest is refreshing, and encourages me to see the piece with new eyes.
I trace the wide brim and the fin along the top, remembering when it was given to me before I left for the new world. I was sent to conquer the Aztecs—not my choice. However, with Zoe here, I find myself re-examining my history with that same newness of vision she is granting me. Conquering the Aztecs led to meeting their rain god, who turned me into a blood sucking creature of the night. But if I had not been turned, I would not be standing here with her today.
After meeting Zoe, I couldn’t be more grateful, when months before I would have been lamenting my regrets. Those fateful events led me to her. How can one not consider the idea that fate brought us together? The feisty vixen has worked her way into my heart over the past few months. I just need to make her fall for me, so she doesn’t freak out and run when I tell her what I am.
“The elite soldiers wore them. This one cost me more than I can say.” I smirk and point to the room beside the display. “And here is where you will be sleeping.”
Her gaze shifts to the open door to the left, and her jaw drops. She glances over her shoulder. “I can’t take your bed.”
Fuck yes, you can. The dark gray comforter needs a little color on it. Besides, it’s where she belongs, and it has taken me too long to get her here.
“Well, it’s the only one in the house. I rarely sleep in it. I’m not here during the day. Let me show you the room we will be spending most of our time in.”
Chapter 5
The scent of her arousal caresses my nose as she enters my playroom with hungry eyes.
She bites her lip as I follow and cross to the spanking horse on the opposite wall, which sits next to my cross in the corner. I prop my elbow on the waist-high bench, giving her the space to take in the toys and instruments of pleasure.
I wonder what makes her face flush so prettily and her desire spike. Is it the swing hanging from the ceiling? Or the table missing the middle? It’s perfect for allowing women to sit while being pleasured. I want to see her pussy when I crawl beneath it.
Her gaze lingers on the shelves to her right. There are dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, ball gags, masks, and countless other toys. I remain near the bench I intend to use with her first. She loved being spanked earlier, and I can almost feel my hand tingle when I recall the delicious sting of my palm against her bare ass.
“Do you like it?” Was that my voice? It’s never sounded like gravel before.
She licks her lips while considering my question. “What’s not to like? Although, I will be forgoing the toys until I can buy new ones.” Her arousal thickens in the air, making my mouth water.
I stand up and stroll to her side. “These are all new.” I run my hand along the shelf in front of us.
“This doesn’t look new.” She picks up a flogger and wraps her fingers around the soft grip.
“That’s one of the few items I’ve kept for a long time, and rarely use.” Funny how she managed to select the leather device I made myself a couple centuries ago. There are a half-dozen floggers, along with paddles and canes, but she gravitated to the one I’ve used on myself more than anyone else.
She sets the flogger in my hand, which molds with familiarity into the