Chapter 20
Corvinus
Hours after waking, while she’s downstairs working out and I’m at my office desk, it’s hard to concentrate. I may have shrugged off the boss employee relationship a little too prematurely.
I always knew Embry was going to need to be put in the same position as Descallia and Lucianna were in the past. She was going to need to be put into a position of power at some point and need to make a hard decision in order to get into the warriors.
After all the betrayal we’ve dealt with as a vampire community, we need to be able to trust our own.
After another hour of work, the same thing is still bothering me. I close my laptop and head upstairs to find Embry freshly showered, sitting cross-legged wearing a skimpy little shortie pajama set, and writing in her journal.
How this woman has come to mean so much to me in such a short time I’ll never know. I draw her eyes to my gaze without saying a word. “You look quite comfortable, love.”
Embry’s head tilts in that seductive little way. “That’s a good word. For the first time in a very long time, it just feels like I’m in the right place, doing the right thing, with the right person.” She touches her heart. “It feels right.”
That it does, and for that very reason, I need to make sure everything is completely out in the open, above board and I haven’t assumed something. “Get dressed, love. We’re going to the club.”
Her eyes heat firing red around the periphery. “Give me two seconds to get dressed.”
I smirk. “Wear the little bitty sweater, a short skirt, no panties or bra. You won’t have them on long enough to care. Besides I want complete and unfettered access to your pussy all the way to the club.”
She pushes the silk bedding aside, and shifts onto her hands, crawling seductively on the bed giving me a beautiful view of the swell of her breasts peeking up from her lacy top. When she reaches the edge of the bed, she crooks a purple painted fingernail at me. “My turn first?” she asks.
“I close the distance, pushing a long strand of hair from her face, bending to capture her mouth with my own as she unzips my pants and takes my already hard cock out to play. Every stroke is like velvety warmth, teasing and taunting, but I’ll only let her be in charge for a short while.
I hold her face, pressing to the back of her throat while she breathes through her nose, taking everything that I give.
“You’re more than fucking perfect. But now, it’s time to go love. ”
She smiles up at me and gives me a wink. “Just so I’m not the only one on edge for our ride to the club.”
I grin. “Don’t try topping from the bottom, love. It won’t end up the way you intend.”
Embry pretends to give me a pout but then in a blink of an eye is standing before me, dressed to kill in a tight purple sweater that exposes her navel ring, and a black mini skirt, her longsword hanging by her side, with strappy black sandals that she’s going to be wearing all night long no matter how many pieces of her clothes come off.
My eyebrow arches.
She gives me a wide smile. “I’m just practicing. I don’t intend to use my newly found witchy skills for everything.”
I draw her closer, cradling her ass cheeks in the palm of my hand. “Pity. It would be such fun to spank you for every little indiscretion.”
Her cheeks heat pink, just like the color her ass will be as I warm her up tonight.
“Come love, I want to show you off to the world.” I don’t plan to wait until we get to the club to dance her around the floor.
By the time my driver has pulled out of the grounds of the estate, I’ve ensured the privacy glass is in place and have my face buried in her pussy.
The club is pumping with a seductive beat.
I place a protective hand on Embry’s back as we walk through the private entrance of the club.
“Good evening,” the doorman says. “The guards have been doubled as you requested.” I don’t bother stopping on the first floor, guiding Embry past a few tables as we make our way to the lower level because both of us are more than primed to play.
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 and Lucianna 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 ice cold 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.”