Chapter 12 #2
My body goes still as stone as I recognize the threat in her words. “Cute, but if you wanted to do that, you would have when you had the opportunity in my office earlier today.”
She continues to prove herself unpredictable and when faced with the possibility of escape, she did something I least expected. Where most human women of my knowledge would call the authorities after being kidnapped, she instead chose to call her friend, the mate of Vlad Dracula.
After listening to the conversation between the two women, it’s clear the female has had knowledge of Vlad for some time. This raises the question of when she found out his true nature, and the fact that the supernatural exists in more than just fairytales and lore.
Her lips curve into a smile and her gaze goes soft as she tilts her head down the table and looks at me.
“I got what I wanted. As soon as I found out you took my friend, I wanted to fuck you sideways. How am I doing so far fucking you, Mr. Stein? Forced to take me to your home just to keep lil old me out of trouble. I say so far, so good,” she says, snickering.
She moves suddenly, turning into a debutante before my eyes, a coquettish grin on her face as she gets to her feet, dabbing a napkin at her mouth. It makes me wonder what she will do next.
“Poor Frank, being a workaholic has to be such a drag, so much money to make, so little time. It should be illegal to be this heinously handsome and also the richest man alive,” she mutters, walking toward me.
Her hips sway as she saunters closer, licking her lips as she does, the steel barbell stud flashing red in the firelight.
I pull my napkin from the table and wipe at my hands, wondering what game she’s playing at now.
She stops just before my chair, and I notice we are almost the same height like this, as short in stature and small she is.
“You’re so tense,” she tuts, moving behind my chair.
I freeze when her small hands touch me and squeeze at one shoulder. She rubs down my shoulders and my back, kneading as she goes, and makes a soft sound in the back of her throat that seems to call to my senses.
“Have you ever fucked a human, Frank?” she whispers into the shell of my ear.
Involuntary goosebumps spread as does the irritation that she can affect me in such a way. No one gets to me.
“Trying to set yourself up as some sacrificial lamb to the beast?” I ask, wanting to see just how far she will take this new attempt at manipulating me.
I fuck succubae and sirens on a weekly basis, skilled in the art of seduction, and can’t see her being able to tempt me more than a supernatural creature whose very livelihood hinges on the ability to make a man come.
It will serve her right to be put in her place, right where she belongs— on her knees.
If only to prove her of her own meaningless existence.
She moves to lean against the table just within reach.
“Maybe,” she says, a sultry mischievous grin on her voluptuous lips.
It occurs to me that the only constant with this mysterious woman is possibly her eccentric impulsivity. I never know what she will do next, usually something I would avoid. But with her, its entertaining.
“Go on?” I find myself saying, against my better judgment.
I arch a brow, moving my hands out of her way when she moves to sit in my lap and wait to see what happens next.
She wiggles in place, pressing her thick backside against me and leans back. Her thighs dangle over mine as she begins to kick her feet. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re very small. Be careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew,” I reprimand her, watching her shiver in response.
I keep my hands firmly on the armrests and let her have her way with me as she turns in my lap to reach for the open collar of my shirt. She rocks her hips into mine, rotating down as she does and rubs her sweatpants-clad pussy against me.
“I think I can manage.” She pauses and glances over my chest. “And I bet that I can rock your world hard enough to make you loosen up a little for once in your life. You’re so uptight, it’s crazy no one has caught on to you being a vampire by now,” she says, running her hands up over my body.
At the light touch, I go tense. The woman thinks me a vampire and yet toys with her life this way like a lunatic. Her hands coast lower, and I allow it.
How peculiar…
I belatedly realize I’m not as repulsed by her as I am other humans I’ve been in contact with, and that I can accept her steady pulse.
Typically, I can’t stand to be near humans, their short electrical currents feel sluggishly weak next to my own.
“And why would I agree to this?” I ask, genuinely curious why she would choose to play such a game when she gains nothing from it.
I will never succumb to the influence of a human, and with as much as she knows, her life is on the chopping block no matter what she does.
Except her brow smooths as she caresses her gaze over my body.
“Consider it a civic duty. Saving one billionaire from self-destruction one blow job at a time,” she says sardonically.
“And if you don’t?” I ask, knowing she will never break my control, and I will remain as unaffected as always by the fairer sex. The sexual act is for release, and release alone.
“I will agree to be a good girl and stop giving you problems, and you,” she says, with a boop to my nose, “will hopefully loosen up a little.”
I inwardly chuckle. In the short days I have known this woman, she has never once given me any indication that she even knew the meaning of the word obedient.
I glance over her, my eyes taking in how full-bodied she is for such a small human, all woman wrapped in a tiny package of chaos.
I would be a fool to trust her, and a fool I am not.
“Then by all means,” I say, satisfied that I have already won. I will show her the true meaning of being put in place before the night is done.
She pushes off of my lap and bends before me as if to get on her knees, flicking her emerald gaze to mine from between my legs.
I cock my head at her, daring her with my gaze to continue, daring her to finish what she’s started with her garrulous mouth.
I don’t stop her when she unbuckles my belt. I don’t stop her when she slides her hands over my chest and slowly undoes the buttons. I don’t stop her, even though I consider it when she gazes at me in such a way I can’t describe, as if she’s seeing into my very soul.
And I don’t stop her when she takes hold of my cock and pulls it free of my slacks, half hard from her touch.
A sharp inhale and then a gasp exit her mouth.
“Still think you can manage me?” I ask, then lean back in my chair, folding my hands across my chest.
She stares down at my dick with what looks like awe on her face, and I only wish I could predict what would leave her mouth next. “I volunteer as tribute,” she says, dropping back on her heels.
Her gaze goes soft as she licks her bottom lip and wraps both hands around my girth, making my balls tighten in response.
“Do your worst then, human.”