The lower-level lounge is filled with vampires and their mates enjoying the music, a drink, and conversation at the tables, while some have convened to the nooks and spaces in the shadows, places giving the illusion of privacy while being open for those who want to watch.
My jaw tightens. Embry is mine and before this night is over, it’s going to be clear to anyone and everyone what my true intentions are. I glance at my watch, knowing Descallia andLucianna won’t be here for a couple hours. Plenty of time to teach Embry many things before I make her beg unmercifully while she rides the end of my dick.
Her eyes widen as we reach my private suite. She turns to me as I get us into the dimly lit room. “I heard that vampire.”
We step through the door, and I hit the button on my pocket remote. “Good, then it will save me the trouble of telling you where I want you, love.” The Descallia St. Andrew’s cross glides further into the room, taking up center stage with a large circular, black and gold vampire clan crest, the span of long black bat wings neatly etched into the steel.
Embry waits for my direction, the picture of pure perfection. She thinks she’s going to feel the cuffs of the cross, but first, she’s going to feel the heat of my palm. I draw her close, pushing the hair away from her neck as I graze my fangs along that sensitive little vein that beats with emotion. Desire, anticipation, and even a healthy dose of angst.
Her soft moan is enough to drive any vampire insane. “Now is the time, Embry. Now you’re going to find out what it means to pay for doing exactly as I told you not to do. How important your safety is to me, and it’s not going to be pleasant. You’re going to want me to stop. I’m not going to want to stop until I know you’ve reached your limit, had enough, and that you’ll think twice about running with no protection again.”
Her eyes widen as she observes me, standing in her sexy little heels. She has every chance to say no, say she doesn’t want to play this part of the game, tell me I’ve lost my fucking mind and she’s not that type of girl. But she doesn’t do any of that at all.
Instead, she lifts her face to the ceiling and deeply inhales. “I’ve been dreaming about this. I won’t tell you to stop,” she whispers, her eyes lowering from the ceiling to meet mine.
I guide her to one of the spanking benches, letting her take in the fine details of the soft smooth leather that’s going to be icecold to her bare-naked skin. “You’ll have a safe word. It will be red. If you want me to stop, for any reason, at any time, you tell me red. Understand?” I ask stroking a finger down the front of her sweater, caressing the nipple that strains at her soft material, aching to get out. “Arms up.” The cashmere is soft to the touch as I grasp the bottom, drawing it up and over her head, leaving her breasts completely bare.
“Yes,” she says so softly I barely hear her. I tilt her chin, so her eyes meet mine. “If you’re close to your limits, you’ll say yellow. In this room, while I am the dominant, you’re in charge, do you understand, Embry?”
Her eyes blaze with need. “Yes, my lord.”
Chapter 21
Embry
Everyneuron in my body is alive, waiting for the depth of his voice which seems to have gotten even lower than the controlling tone that sends shivers down my spine at home. Corvinus tugs at his tie, loosens his collar and then removes it from around his neck. “Stay still,” he whispers, walking around me, slowly, the sound of his dress shoes on the tile floor making the only sound in the room. The pounding of my heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest.
He pushes hair away from my nape and kisses the sensitive skin. “Hands, love.”
My mouth parts with rising anticipation, unsure exactly what he’s planning until he takes my hands, wrapping and binding them with the silkiness of his tie. He gives the material a little tug. “Good girl.” His fingers rest on my zipper. “I’m going to unwrap the rest of you now, love.”
I swear on everything holy, if he makes me stand here like this, undressing, kissing and teasing me like this I’m going to silently combust. Instead, I let out a light mewl as his hands cup the firmness of my ass cheeks, completely bared now that he’s let my skirt fall to the floor. If I thought I was going to get somerelief, I was wrong. Instead, he leads me to the bench helping me to lie on the cool leather and positions me exactly as he wants. “The smell of your arousal is intoxicating, but you don’t get rewarded until you’ve paid the price for running.”
My face lies against the coolness of the bench. The only sound is of his shoes as he walks away. It may be minutes, but it feels like hours to me until I hear his footsteps making their way back to me. They stop, and a cool breeze floats over the bareness of my back sending a shiver snaking right along the length of my spine. He brushes soft tresses over my skin. “Still love. This is a flogger. It can feel light as a feather or as harsh as a naughty girl deserves.”
Everything south clenches, but yet my body doesn’t want to move, as though a calm like nothing I’ve ever experienced washes over me. I lie as still as possible, determined to do exactly as I’m told, embracing every sensation, every light touch of the ends of the flogger. And when Corvinus lets the entire weight of the fogger rain down on my back, and my ass, it feels like hands massaging my muscles. There’s something so natural, energy releasing, and mind numbing about the feel of that flogger.
But then it stops. So suddenly that I miss every stroke of those strands on my heated skin. The bench begins to raise in height, and then the middle of the curvy bench bends, lowering my upper body and legs. Corvinus runs a hand across one ass cheek and then the other. “Remember your safe words, love, and the reason we’re doing this. The next time you decide to run into danger without talking to me, without taking protection, or letting anyone know.” The firm palm of his hand connects with my ass. “Ouch!”
“Shhh . . .” he says.
My mouth gapes open as his hand slaps against my ass, creating a loud noise that permeates the entire room. I shift myhips as it happens again, but another hand gentles my backside. “Still, without me restraining you, love.”
Another slap to the ass and my feet kick without warning but that doesn’t stop the dark-haired beast at all. “Ouch, ouch.”
“How much pain do you think you would be in if you were taken by the witches, by the rogues, or any of our other enemies? A sliver of this I can assure you, love. No, you’ll take your spanking like the good and well deserving girl that you are and you’ll thank me for spanking your little ass later.”
Yeah,notfuckinglikely…
I can almost imagine that smart-ass smirk on his face with my eyes closed but his hand comes down instead. This time much harder.
“Ouch, Corvinus!”
He laughs. “We’re done warming up. You can consider yourself getting spanked now.”
“Wait, Corvinus,” I start but the flat of his hand rains down on my cheeks sending lightening fire to my ass. I refuse to say a word, but he is relentless in his mission to teach me a lesson, as over and over his hand comes down, warming the seat of my ass until it’s on fire and there’s no possibility for me to not move.
“Still love, take your spanking and remember why we’re doing this.”
