All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,6

limbs twitch, her muscles fluttering. How delicious it would be to be balls deep inside her. Her pussy would clench around my cock as she comes.

Step two: obtain consent and seduce her. Then comes step three.

“Good, good girl,” I soothe. I rub her bottom and smooth her dress back down. After a minute, I gather her in my arms and tip her up to sit on my lap, supporting her carefully. Her face is flushed from hanging upside down, but so is her chest.

“Did you enjoy your orgasm, pet?”

She nods. Her face is pink and her eyes wide. With her long hair mussed and falling around her face, she looks like a Disney princess woken from sleep—with an orgasm. I lift my hand to my mouth and lick her essence off my fingers. I do it slowly, giving her time to notice and understand what I’m doing. She flushes darker and looks down. So adorable.

“Did you enjoy your first taste of kink?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stroke her tangled hair back from her face. “You did so well. You were lovely.”

“Thank you.” But she looks troubled. Her hand flutters to her chest. She bites her lip, looking young and achingly vulnerable.

“What’s wrong, Gwen?”

“I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I lean closer. I think I know what’s going on here. “Did Chad ever—”

“Never,” she answers before I can complete the question. “We never messed around like this.”

Warning bells go off in the back of my head. “What exactly did you and Chad do?”

She doesn’t answer for a long minute. When she does, she mumbles, “We just kissed a lot. I’d get excited, and he’d back off.”

“Oh, pet.” I rub her back, inwardly cursing myself. She’s completely inexperienced. Typically, someone I’d avoid. I should get rid of her as quickly as possible. And yet… I’m still entranced with her. The innocence is part of the appeal. The sweetness.

Her wide eyes meet mine. “I thought… I thought there was something wrong with me. I can’t believe I didn’t… I completely squandered my youth.” She says the last part petulantly, with a bit of self-deprecation.

I can’t stop my grin. “You squandered nothing. You are still so young.” I rub her arm.

She catches my hand, squeezing and locking our fingers together. “Dimitri—that was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She’s so vulnerable, and I should stay away, but something about her—I feel alive. And I haven’t felt that way in a long, long time.

Her black lashes flutter and she lifts her incredible eyes to mine. “I want more.”

And she leans in and kisses me.

It’s the most chaste kiss ever. Just a light touch of our lips. But it sends fire sizzling through my veins, scorching and destroying everything in its wake.

Gwen

Dimitri’s lips are so soft and perfect, I can’t help but sigh against them. My tongue darts out, dancing over his mouth, little licks begging him to lose control. His shoulders stiffen and his hands clamp on my hips. He draws me back, gently but firmly.

“That’s enough, pet.” His face is close to mine; our breath intermingles. His eyes are darker than they were before.

“You don’t want me?” I try to be flippant but my voice comes out small and sad.

His brows knot. “It’s not that. I want you too much.”

I straddle him and roll my hips, rubbing my naughty girl parts against his bad boy parts. I feel so wild and free. It was never like this with Chad—for obvious reasons. But an hour with Dimitri, and he’s introduced me to a whole new world. Sweet pain and explosive pleasure. My bottom is hot and throbbing in tandem with my pussy. I’m wetter and hotter than I’ve ever been.

“Gwen,” he groans.

“Please, Sir,” I beg as prettily as I can. “I need this.” I slide a hand between us. My fingers find the hard ridge of his cock. My insides somersault. I tentatively cup the monster in his pants.

His big hand comes up and fists in my hair. “You’re being bad,” he breathes against my lips. But he doesn’t sound like he hates it.

“I’m a bad girl,” I inform him. I wriggle until my dress is no longer caught between us. I’m rubbing my pussy directly on his dark pants. I’m leaving a stain. I’m so naughty.

“You are bad. And I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

Squee!

He rises and then somehow, I’m over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I squeal, kicking, even though there’s no place I’d rather be. His hand clamps down onto my bottom. I