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"You bet your gorgeous ass." He took her to the back stairs, pushed her gently ahead of him, even as he muttered, "And I want to see you work that all the way up to your room."
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he didn't want the ponytail. He caught her around the waist, holding her there with the chaps and whip slung over his shoulder so he could pull the tie free, comb his fingers through her loose hair, see how it framed her profile. He buried his nose in the thick strands, pressed his cock up against the lower curve of her ass.
"I could fuck you right here, on all fours."
"Why don't you?" she whispered, and there was something in her blue gaze that challenged him.
His resolve faltered, something out of sync, but a surge of testosterone shoved it away.
"Walk," he ordered.
She smiled then and did just that, proceeding up the stairs and working that denim molded over her buttocks to the point his dick could have used a lot more breathing room. Or maybe not. He just wanted to sink it into her tight, wet pussy.
As the door to the apartment closed behind them, he dropped the whip and chaps on the floor, grabbed her waist and turned her so she faced him. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he pressed her against the wall. Her breath caressed his face as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a hot, hungry kiss. He invaded her mouth with a hard thrust, the delicious taste of her bursting on his tongue like heavenly elixir. He sucked, he glided, he drank, the heady flavor going straight to his head and his groin.
When he had fed to excess, when he was at the point of taking her up against the wall, he forced himself to step back. He lifted her in his arms, realizing how much he'd wanted to do that again, though just like last night he was surprised to find she was heavier than she looked. Nothing he couldn't handle, but what looked like maybe one hundred ten pounds had more density to it. Like the woman herself.
Placing her on the bed, he closed his hand around the fragile bones of her wrist, bemused. But he had more pressing things to do than contemplate that. Trailing his mouth along the line of her jaw and down her neck, he placed tiny nips on her skin here and there, soothing them with his tongue.
Yeah, she liked that. Particularly when he was nipping at her neck pulse, biting her. Those blue eyes honed in on him, and her lips parted. For the first time he saw the tips of her fangs, rather than just feeling them. Maybe they were filed teeth, whatever. He wasn't into any of that body modification stuff, but on her...hell, anything about her got him hot, apparently.
Her skin was like the petals of a flower, but sweet as vanilla to the tongue. He wanted to lick her all over, every inch of her. Plunge his tongue into her cunt and lap every bit of her incredible juice. Drive his cock into her, burying himself to the balls, feel the clasp of her pussy around him like a wet vise.
He yanked at her t-shirt, tugging it upward so he could find a breast and pinch the bud of her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He wanted--
Jesus. This was all wrong.
He wanted what they had the night before. As hot and aroused as he was now, it was nothing compared to the peak of excitement he'd reached then. It was like the first time he'd made love to a woman the way a man should, versus breaking his cherry in the hormone rush of being a teenager, quick and over in an instant. Yeah, he'd gotten off in both cases, but there was no comparison to the quality, the lasting value of the one experience versus the other.
As the thought stabbed into his barely functioning brain, another followed. He was not in control here, not in the least. Good Christ. What made him think that was even a possibility? Selene was permitting him to exert his power. Allowing him to do as he wished. Proving it, he realized he was staring into her eyes, his chest rising and falling fast, but other than that, he'd gone still as a stone. Waiting.
Last night, doing her bidding, he hadn't felt trapped. When he gave her the reins, she had made him feel as if he was giving her a precious gift, as well as freeing himself. That was what had heated his blood and made his cock swell to painful proportions.
He pushed himself back and sat on his haunches, his legs still straddling hers as he studied her eyes. Watched her face. Waiting for instructions?
Selene made no attempt to rearrange her clothing. He might have thought none of this had affected her, except for the rapid beating of her pulse at the base of her throat and the flush that suffused her pale skin.
"Are you through with your little charade yet?" A laugh bubbled up from her throat, a sound that eased his sense of wrongness in an instant, the trapped feeling. "Had as much fun as you want?"
His mouth was so dry he had to swallow twice before finding enough moisture to speak. Male pride meant he wouldn't answer the first question, but he responded to the second one without hesitation.
"Not yet," he said.
"Get up," she ordered. "Strip off every bit of your clothing. Now," she added when he hesitated.
With his gaze still on her, he left the bed, toed off his boots and pulled off his clothing, tossing it to the floor.
"Put on the chaps." Her voice stayed low, but there was no mistaking the power in it.
Quinn eased the leather onto his body, making sure he didn't catch any of his pubic hair in the edges or trap his cock in an uncomfortable position. When he fastened the single button at the top he let his arms fall to his sides and waited for what came next.
Selene slipped from the bed and walked around him, her eyes darkening as they coursed over his almost naked body. She trailed her fingers against the taut muscles of his buttocks, letting the tips trace the crevice separating the cheeks. When he clenched his ass to hold her there, she pulled her hand away and gave him a light slap.
"Do you want my fingers in there, cowboy?" she teased. "Touching that tender skin? Probing the darkest opening of your body?"
"Yes." The word escaped from his mouth as if on its own.
"Perhaps if you are a very good boy I might give you a treat." She bent, holding her hair back with one hand to press her lips to first one cheek then the other. "But you must be very, very good."
When she was standing in front of him again he saw that she had the single-tail whip in one hand, caressing the leather of the handle with the other. The tip of her tongue touched her pink lower lip, moistening it in a way that made him think of her pussy. Her eyes took in every bit of his body as if she was devouring him, resting for long moments on his penis protruding thick and heavy from the chaps.
"The whip handled properly is a valuable instrument of pleasure." She made the statement as if she were telling him how fine a particular liquor would taste. "Turn around and place your hands on the wall."
His heart rate accelerated, and his feet seemed stuck to the floor. Selene's smile this time was hungry. "Do you trust me, Quinn?"
Did he? Fucking damn, he must to get himself in this position so willingly.
"I'll take your silence as a yes. So do as I say. Hands against the wall."
His palms were sweating as he pressed them against the wood. His pulse pounded so hard he could hear the roar of blood in his ears.
"No safeword discussion?" he ventured.
"There's nothing safe about playing with a vampire."
He heard the hiss and crack of the whip. His whole body tensed against the strike, jolting to register pain.
But nothing had touched him.
"The sound itself is quite arousing," Selene said. "When you hear it, the tail is only contacting air. When you use the whip on your cattle do you always hear that crisp noise?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Right. Because most often it's the whip splitting the air that catches their attention and urges them to do your bidding. So remember, the sharper the sound, the farther away from your body it lands."
Quinn drew in a deep breath and let it out. His testicles throbbed in cadence with his pulse and he knew pre-cum was dripping from his cock. Anticipation had never been so arousing, especially for something he had neve
r experienced before.
Twice more she split the air with the whip, but then he felt a sting on one of his buttocks like a small pinch. His muscles tightened and heat roared through his body. Again he felt the kiss of the whip, applied with the same intensity. Any pain was immediately replaced by a rush of endorphins that fed his burgeoning lust.
He anticipated the next bite but when nothing came a groan rumbled up from his throat.
"There." He could hear her smile in her voice. "See that, cowboy? Just a tiny taste and already you want more." She ran her fingers over the spots where the whip had landed. "Small kisses bring small pain. We don't want to rush things, do we?"
Yes. Yes, we do.
He ground his teeth together, shocked at the explosion of desire both his situation and the whip itself provoked.
