All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,9

he can whisper cruelly in my ear, “Next time you're naughty, I’ll clamp these nipples. Then I’ll tease them with the crop—until the clamps fall off.”

My chest rises and falls faster. I want to cry that I’m sorry for displeasing him. I want to beg him to punish me as much as possible now. I want to scream yes, please!

“Tonight, we’ll keep it simple.” He’s got the crop again, and he uses the leather flap to rub the tops of my breasts. “A few marks on these beauties, and we’ll call it even.”

I nod, arching back to push my breasts into the crop’s touch.

He tips my chin up with the tip of the crop. “Remember to breathe.”

Whap! The crop pops the top of my breast. I roll my lips between my teeth. Red rises to stain my skin. He crops the other breast, then teases the nipple. Oh, no.

I yelp when the crop bites the tip. I twist a little, and he makes me straighten before gracing the other nipple with a stinging swat.

He drops the implement. “Good girl. So good. One last thing.” He shows me the whip I chose. I draw back from the black coil like it’s a snake. “Not tonight,” he says. “Maybe next time. Something to look forward to.”

Thank heavens.

He lifts me in his arms, scooping me up like I’m a bride. Automatically, I hang on, hugging his neck as he carries me to a curtained portion of the wall. Behind the velvet curtain is a private room, a dimly lit alcove.

He sits and arranges me on his lap, hooking my legs over his so I’m sitting, my back to his front, my legs spread wide.

“Touch yourself, pet. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” When I hesitate, he takes my right hand and puts it between my legs. “Show me.”

HIs hand covers mine. His legs draw apart, exposing me further. I feel so small compared to him.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice is silk. “Is it nice?”

I nod.

“What do you say when I give you nice things?”

“Thank you, Sir.” I barely recognize my voice. It’s high and breathy, as sexy as Marilyn Monroe.

“Good girl.” His hand presses down on mine, mimicking my movements. “Do you only touch your clit? No penetration?”

“No.” I don’t know what possesses me to add, “I’m a virgin.”

His fingers still.

My heart stutters. “Is… is that all right?”

“Oh yes, pet. It’s more than all right.” His fingers start rubbing again, pressing mine more firmly against my sex. Meanwhile, his lips nuzzle the top of my shoulder. “Sweet,” he murmurs, sounding drunk. “So sweet. Just a little taste.”

I relax back, my eyes fluttering closed as my orgasm rises.

Dimitri

She's irresistible, my little human morsel. Exquisite. Too bad she’s a virgin. To touch her would be to break all my rules. No virgins. No innocents. I want a woman I can wreck and leave behind. There are many women who want that, who crave it. Who will beg for it.

Someone like Gwen might get attached. Even if I mind-wiped her, she could be hurt emotionally. There is a reason I never play with the same woman twice. I prefer not to break any hearts.

Or have my own heart broken. I fell in love with a mortal once.

I wouldn’t do it again.

Gwen is sweet and fragile. Untouched. Impressionable. I would ruin her. I shouldn’t be her first. But I’m so close to being inside her. I want more.

And what is life but a dance on the edge of a volcano?

My fingers find her entrance and slip inside. Her muscles tighten, clamping on my finger. She whimpers and her hips rock involuntarily. She’s desperate for it.

“Dimitri,” she moans.

I start to draw my hand away and she grabs my wrist, forcing me to keep touching her.

I lick my lips. “Babygirl…”

“Please. I want more.”

And I’m undone. I can’t wait any longer.

I tip her head back, exposing her perfect neck. Her pulse jumps and rabbits. My fangs throb and sharpen to razor readiness. With a movement too fast for a human to see, I whip my head towards hers and sink them into her waiting flesh.

Gwen gasps and groans, her body tightening and jerking in an explosion of pleasure. Her response makes my cock throb. If we were a couple, if she was ready, I’d disrobe and thrust inside her while I drank. But she’s not ready for that. No matter how much she begs.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be here with her. She’s a damn virgin, and