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Eloise’s laughter, so distinct to my ears despite the music, makes my cock throb. I pull her faster, ripping the door up to my office open, uncaring that it bounces off the wall. Hell, I don’t care that I’m making a spectacle of myself and ruining my blackhearted statue image. All I care about is getting Eloise alone before she can come to her senses and change her mind.
When I get her in my office, I pin her against the door, my mouth devouring hers even as I lock the door. Using the sharp pin in the mechanism, I let the lock take a drop of my blood, the blood runes ensuring that no one will interrupt us. It’s strong enough it’ll keep a damn army out. Which is what someone will need if they want to try to come between me and my mate in this moment.
Eloise grasps my shoulders, sighing into my mouth. When she arches against me, I wrap my arm around her, needing her closer still.
“You drive me crazy,” she murmurs between kisses and she doesn’t know the least of it. My scalp burns as she tugs on my hair and it only makes me ache harder. “How can you make me this way?”
I grip each of her wrists and pin them to the door above her head, my mouth going to her delectable neck. I can’t get enough of her and I growl against her pulse point. “You have no idea.” I nip her there, but don’t sink my fangs into her. Her blood won’t satisfy the need gouging me apart within. “The moment you walked in here, all I wanted to do was pin you on my desk and fill you with my cock.”
“So inappropriate,” she teases, breathless, and I huff out a laugh as I hold her wrists with one hand and give in to the temptation of her.
“Me?” I run my finger over her shoulder to the suspender strap. My suspenders, the minx. I was hard the moment I recognized them when she stepped up onto the mezzanine. “You’re the one stealing from me. I should punish you for that.”
Eloise turns her face towards me, her eyes half-lidded with lust. The smell of her arousal overwhelms my senses and it’s all I can do to stop myself from taking her right against the door.
“You wouldn’t dare.” There’s a glint of challenge in her eyes, a plea in her tone that sings to the wickedness inside of me.
I still, pulling on the mask of the vampire king, the beast she responded so beautifully to the night before. A shiver rolls through her as I turn an icy glare onto her and release her hands.
“I wouldn’t, would I?”
For all that my beautiful lioness chafes at the chains of authority, I’m beginning to understand how much she desires to be overpowered. To be forced to give up control and submit. I am more than willing, eager in fact, to bring my mate to heel. To break her down until she spills everything to me and only me.
Eloise gasps when I grip her long hair, so conveniently pulled back, and she stumbles forward as I march her to the center of my office. The lights are off, but there’s more than enough for me to see by from the dance floor below. To her human eyes, though, how dark must it be? It’s been too long for me to remember, but from her wide blown pupils and spike in arousal, it’s dark enough to be tantalizing.
“Knees,” I bark, yanking her hair down when she refuses. Eloise gives another token resistance before falling to her knees so perfectly. Releasing her, I move to lean against my desk, the memory of her here overlaying with the sight before me. I’m thankful for my decision to have the carpet cleaned. I wouldn’t want the stench of that foul creature’s blood mixing with the delicious scent of Eloise, who, even on her knees, glares at me with a mixture of lust and defiance. Her nipples are pebbled against the white of her top, the barest shadows begging me to twist and bite them.
I palm my length lazily, considering all of the punishments she would enjoy but I know there’s only one thing I want to do. My sensitive hearing picks up the gentle hitch of her breath as I push off the desk and stalk towards her again. When I’m close enough she has to strain herself to look up at me, I catch her chin in my hand.
Running a thumb over her lower lip, I smirk. “You love to mouth off, Eloise. I think I’d better put this pretty mouth of yours to better use.” I release her and slide off my jacket, tossing it to the side of the room, before beginning to roll up my shirt sleeves. When she doesn’t move, I arch a brow. “Take out my cock, little lamb.”
Her small hands reach for my belt buckle without hesitation and I take in the view of her, so pretty on her knees, her breasts barely contained in her devious choice of a top. It’d be so easy to slip my hand in her shirt and free her breasts. I hold back, for now. My little lamb craves punishment, so that’s what I’ll give her.
A groan rumbles from my chest as she wraps her hands around my cock for the first time, her fingers and thumb not touching, I’m so thick compared to her. When she leans forward, too eager to take me in her mouth, I catch her by her hair again, keeping her from her goal. She whimpers and shifts on her knees, but she doesn’t let go of my cock.
“Hands behind your back, little lamb,” I order, my heart beginning to speed up. Only this woman has ever enthralled me so quickly. “You thought I wouldn’t punish you, and now you’re about to learn how wrong you are.”
Slowly, as if considering how far she might be in over her head for the first time this evening, Eloise grasps her wrists at the small of her back. The position has the added benefit of thrusting her breasts out, and this time I don’t resist the temptation to cup one in my hand. She hisses when I pinch her nipple harshly before kneading the supple flesh. With another hard pinch, I let go of her breast and guide my cock to her red painted lips.
“Take your punishment like a good girl, and I’ll tell you a secret.” I’m rewarded with the intrigued glint in her whiskey dark eyes and she opens her mouth obediently. I don’t give her time to accommodate my girth before I thrust in, anchoring her in place by my grip on her hair. She groans and winces around my cock but doesn’t pull away as her eyes close.
“Look at me as I fuck your mouth,” I order, pulling out and thrusting back in. Her eyes fly open, finding mine, even as she gags around the head of my cock. I thumb her lower lip again, a satisfied snarl on my lips. “This is the proper use of your mouth, little lamb. Each time you think of mouthing off, I want you to remember this.”
Eyes watering, Eloise stays still as I slide out of her mouth and back in. This time I push past her gag reflex and her eyes smart as I push in until my balls are pressed against her chin. Her nostrils flare as she struggles for breath and I relent at last, letting her gasp in air. I wait, my cock resting against her lips and she opens her mouth obediently once more.
“Good girl,” I praise. Will she ever not impress me? I doubt it.
I fuck her mouth and throat until tears spill over her cheeks, but Eloise never releases her wrists and never tries to pull away. She takes me like I ordered, her eyes staying open as I abuse her lips, and every passing moment I can smell how wet she’s getting because of this. It would serve her right for me to spill down her throat and deprive her of what she wants, but I’d be depriving myself too.
Eloise isn’t leaving this office until I’ve fucked her and filled her cunt with cum.
She’s panting after I take my cock from her, her lips swollen and even darker red. Unwilling to resist the desire, I bend down and kiss her, my tongue replacing my cock in her mouth and she whimpers and eagerly returns it. In a swift move, I pick her up and carry her around my desk before setting her on her feet. Once she’s steady, I sink into my chair and give myself a moment to appreciate her. I reach out, tangling her fingers with mine as I drink her in.
“You’re gorgeous,” I breathe out, entirely sincere. She blushes, even after letting me fuck her mouth. Letting go of her, I grip the armrests of my chair. “Undress for me, then sit on my desk. Leave your shoes on.”
The brat in Eloise emerges again, much to my secret satisfaction, but she complies, pushing down the excuse of a skirt before reaching towards her sex. Then she’s pulling the bodysuit up and over her head, dropping the top between us. Obediently leaving the shoes on, she hops up onto the desk, leaning back on her palms with a fierce look in her eyes as if she refuses to be embarrassed by her nudity.
Good, my little lamb should never doubt herself.
