Chapter 20 Embry
EMbrY
Corvinus stops at door number three. He swipes a black card with golden letters, and it clicks open.
He holds it and gestures for me to enter although my mind’s having a hard time processing all the items in the room as they come into sight.
This is not what I thought it would look like.
It’s so much more that I can barely breathe.
The door clicks closed, causing me to start. Corvinus closes the distance behind and takes my hand. “I’ll give you an introduction to every piece of equipment in this room. We’ll learn your limits together, love.”
My center spills with desire as I take in the spanking benches, all different in some aspect, but all finished in the same black leather.
I caress one of the benches as we walk past, finding the texture as soft as rich butter.
Very good leather, that’s for damn sure.
And nervous or not, there’s a part of me that can’t wait to feel the coolness and softness of the material against my straining nipples, or his instruction and dominance.
Corvinus guides me gently toward the center of the room with a hand to my back, where a large St. Andrew’s cross stands so tall above us.
The Descallia emblem is emblazoned on its front and cuffs dangle from each of the ends of the cross.
Corvinus turns me to face him. “We’re going to go through a few rules now, love. ”
My heart is beating so fast I can barely breathe but still I don’t want him to know exactly how much this means to me. “Okay. I’m ready for this, vampire.”
His eyes narrow. “In this room, it will be yes sir, Embry.”
My pussy fucking spills with desire. My minds spins with the reality of what we’re doing, what I’m doing, and what I’m willing to give this vampire.
Control, something I’ve never given anyone in my life.
I swallow through the lump forming at the back of my throat.
“Yes, sir,” I say on a whispered breath.
He traces a finger down the line of my cleavage. “When we’re in this room, I’m in control of your pleasure. You wore this to tease, but instead, you should have obeyed. Did I ask you to wear a sweater that shows your breasts to anyone but me?”
Something in his eyes is different, holding mine captive until I reply. “No, I knew there would be women who weren’t, um, dressed. I wanted your eyes on me, vampire.”
His finger tips my chin. “Sir.”
I exhale a deep breath. “Sir, I just wanted your eyes on me, not on them.”
Corvinus strokes a finger down my face. “I knew before you came. Before we even entered the club, you had preconceived thoughts about me. The things you’ve read about me and models, superstars, and others in the tabloids and entertainment magazines?
The stories you may have read, they weren’t untrue in a lot of cases.
But they were affairs, love. Nothing more. ”
Hmm…
His eyes don’t allow mine to stray, holding them with intensity.
“Meaningless sex that was enjoyed for a night and then not thought about another day. Not once in all my years have I felt a connection like ours. You never have to worry about where my eyes are, love. My eyes, they’re always going to be on you and no one else, understand? ”
The sincerity in his eyes and the way his hand snakes around beneath my hair, cradling my nape and drawing me closer makes butterflies in my belly dance. I inhale a breath, realizing there is no going back from this but knowing in my heart it’s what I want. “Yes.”
His lips capture mine, coaxing my desire until I part, allowing his tongue a seductive dance with my own.
Everything south clenches, a passion that only Corvinus can bring, as he explores, his tongue and lips driving me to delirium with every little stroke.
He peels me out of my tight little sweater and drops it to the floor, letting me breathe, but only for a second as his lips leave mine to travel down my skin and find the tips of my breasts.
“Vampire,” I moan, trying my best to breathe through the pleasure spikes that are almost impossible to control.
His low growl against my throat sends desire snaking down my spine.
“You’ll call me sir,” he instructs, causing my pussy to weep at the dominance in his voice, my mind reeling in a million directions contemplating the things he wants to do in this seductive room of sin as he divests me of the rest of my clothes.
Corvinus places me where he wants me on the platform of the cross. “Hands up, against the cross while I tell you the rules.”
I extend my arms far above my head while Corvinus traces the length from my underarms to my hands before securing me in the soft velvety cuffs, first one and then the other overhead on each point of the cross.
When I’m secured to the steel, he strokes a finger down the length of my neck, tracing a path between my breasts, over my navel, and down to my mound.
Corvinus kisses my mound and then lowers his mouth, striking my clit with his wet hot tongue. My body ignites, and my hips move forward trying to get even closer to that heat.
He steps back, watching me with reddened eyes, fangs descended, while he draws his belt through its strands and then drops it to the floor. “You’ve already consented to be mine whatever that means for a year, but I want to hear an agreement to the basics from your lips, in this room. “
My entire body shivers looking into his reddened eyes and the fangs descended with desire just for me. The deep timbers of his voice boom and almost echo in the room. “You will agree to my rules before we begin to play,” he says, watching me as I watch him undress and toss his clothes to the floor.
His lips hover against my ear as his finger finds the folds of my pussy. “These are the rules, at least to begin, love. I need you to agree to these:
Rule number 1: When you address me in this room, it will be as sir.
Rule number 2: We will select safe words, and you will use them without hesitation.
Rule number 3: You will consent, or not, to any new activity we engage in.
Rule number 4: You will share hard limits you have, or discover, telling me immediately.
Rule number 5: We will incorporate new ones as we go.”
My entire body shudders as his eyes glaze over me, and two fingers find their way deep into my pussy, sliding in and out as those reddened eyes watch to see my response.
My hips move, gliding over the top of his fingers, my mouth opening in a gasp as he inserts yet another finger, opening me wider and sliding in as deep as I can take. “Corvinus,” I moan.
His tongue swipes across my clit, teasing first, then sucking it in, causing my entire body to silently scream as he teases and taunts, igniting a fire that won’t be put out. “Sir,” I moan, as he sucks harder, lifting my legs and placing them above his shoulders.
My chest heaves and I’m unable to move my hands, still trapped in the cuffs above while his tongue ravishes me in the most indecent of ways. I should scream, yell one of those abominable rules, but there’s no way I’ll do that when all I want is for him to do more.