All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,44

will be out in a minute.”

I can’t imagine why Keri would ever raise her voice. She has the calmest of tempers, I have rarely seen her upset. Her red face and flashing eyes upon exiting the bathroom confirm Erik’s observation: something is definitely wrong.

“Butterfly?” I then see who follows Keri out of the bathroom. Nina. She comes over to me and rubs her hand up my arm.

“Hello again, Sir. Nice to see you.”

I remove her hand from my body. She knows better than to touch me without permission. “Don’t touch me.” My voice is cold, hard. I don’t know what she has said to Keri, but I am sure that whatever it is, it isn’t the truth.

“That isn’t what you were saying the last time we saw each other. In fact, I remember how good your thick cock tasted in my—”

“Enough!” How dare she? She might be a regular sweetblood here, but that is an honor that can be taken away. I make a mental note to talk to Lucius about her abhorrent behavior.

“So, it’s true then?” Keri looks from Nina to me before spinning on her heel and rushing out of the room. She means to head to the exit, but her directional sense has never been a strong suit, and she instead heads to the area that leads down to the basement.

Fuck.

She can’t go down there alone.

“I’ve got this,” Erik nods to Nina, “go.”

I blur quickly to be by Keri’s side. Her thoughts are rushing through her head so quickly that it is hard for me to make sense of them. One thing is for sure, she is feeling betrayed. Reaching the bottom of the stairs beside her, I grab her by the upper arms and pull her against my chest, enveloping her.

“Keri, stop. Calm down,” I order.

“No. Let me go.”

“Keri. I said, calm down. I won’t tell you again. If you don’t listen to me, I’m going to take you into a booth and put you over my knee until you listen to me.”

“Listen to you what? Lie to me again? About more things?”

That is it. I am going to get her attention, and then talk to her. Pulling her into the red hue, stopping briefly to admire the difference in the coloring and decor, I continue on. We go past the St. Andrew’s Cross and the spanking bench that are both currently in use by happy couples. Past Dimitri in the corner chair giving the girl in white a nice sensual spanking, and into an empty private booth. I gently push Keri ahead of me, follow her in, and shut the curtain. This isn’t sensual and fun, it doesn’t need to be witnessed. There is nothing perverse about a jealous lover’s quarrel.

“What did she say to you?”

“Nothing.” Keri’s chin goes up stubbornly.

Snatching the riding crop off of the wall, I walk around her and bring it down harshly across her upper thighs. She moans loudly, feeling its bite even through the silk of her dress.

“Try again, and this time, don’t lie to me.”

“Why? Why don’t you just read my mind, if you want to know so damn bad?” She crosses her arms over her chest. I won’t have it: the disrespect, or the attitude.

“Kneel.” The word is growled out with such fierceness, she all but falls to her knees. Unzipping the back of her dress, I work it down her arms. Her strapless red bra is holding up her perfectly sized mounds. I unsnap it, and drop it to the floor beside her.

“Hands behind your back. Don’t you dare move them.”

This time, I flick the crop against the fullness of her right breast. A square pink mark quickly appears in its wake on her milky white flesh. I follow it up by providing an identical mark to the left breast. Her arousal is strong in my nostrils; the beating of her heart, a bass drum in my ears. I can almost taste her familiar sweetness. My mouth waters, my cock swells. Down boy. Not now.

I look from the crop in my hand to the hard, erect nipples standing at attention in front of me and bring it down over those very tips. I drum it down a dozen times—six of the best on each—before I drop it to the floor. Her cries of pain fill the room, but as a testament to her discipline and training, she doesn’t move out of position.

“Let me ask you again. What did she say to you?”

“She said you played with