Chapter 5 #2
I wandered over to my nightstand and took out a small box. I opened it and she watched me warily. It was a dildo. She was going to wear it for me.
She was visibly wet, but I used a generous amount of lube.
She tried to close her legs, but there was no stopping this now.
When I placed it at her entrance and slowly pressed it inside her, she gasped audibly.
I knew she was probably still sore from my cock, but that didn’t much matter.
She’d disobeyed me and now she was going to suffer for it.
I pushed it fully inside her as she whimpered and then I reached for the rest of the toy.
Using a series of specially designed straps, I ensured that the dildo would stay inside her.
There was a small attachment that rested over her clit.
I made sure it was all correctly in place before I took a step back and just observed her.
She looked down at herself and her face paled visibly.
“What is this?” she asked. The fear was back, and my cock stiffened so much it turned painful.
I didn’t answer her, instead reaching back into the box for a remote. I clicked it on, and she squeaked in surprise as the black dildo began to vibrate inside her.
“You disobeyed me, Natalia, so this is your punishment. I have several errands to run in relation to your sister, so I will return in a few hours. In that time, this little toy will remain inside you. You will come for me. Many times,” I said firmly, and she stilled with a quiet moan.
It sounded reluctant and I suddenly wanted to replace the vibrating toy with my own cock.
“I can’t! I’ve come so many times already!” she squeaked and even as she said it, her hips rolled.
“Defiant little girls don’t get to decide what happens to them, do they?”
“No, sir,” she cried out, and I watched as her thighs tensed. She would fight every orgasm and I would enjoy every second I was away from her knowing that she was suffering for me back in my bed.
“Good. Now maybe when I return, you will remember that obedient girls are rewarded. I’ll leave out the details. You’ll have to use your imagination instead, naughty girl,” I replied.
I closed the door to the sound of her delightful moans. My hand reached down to stroke my cock over top of my slacks.
The only image on my mind was the sight of her pouty little lips wrapped around my cock as she showed me how sorry she was for being such a naughty girl.
If she was a very good girl, I’d even let her swallow.
* * *
For several hours, I gambled at the poker tables at the Venetian.
I listened to a few of the employees as they chatted with one another when they thought no one was listening.
I kept my eyes on the perimeter, assessing the doorway where Irina had been taken.
There were several bodyguards by the entryway, and they seemed to change at regular intervals.
I watched the clock carefully. It was every hour.
I flicked the cards lightly in my hands.
I lifted my gaze to the man sitting across the table.
He was studying his cards, but I knew he wasn’t there simply to gamble.
I gazed at him for a long moment as if I was trying to figure out if he was playing a bluff or actually had a set of cards that justified the way he was betting.
I watched the direction of his gaze and he seemed awfully interested in the doorway that Irina had been taken into.
By his scent, he was clearly a vampire. He smelled rank to my kind in a way that nothing else did.
I wasn’t sure if he was a part of the Asamire clan, as they wore no signifying marks.
Perhaps he was a visiting vampire of some kind.
He clearly had money. He was betting pretty heavily on most hands and a few of his fingers were studded with some rather ostentatious gemstone rings made of gold and platinum.
They weren’t gaudy in a new money sense.
The jewelry was designed in a vintage, turn of the century fashion and appeared to be very well taken care of despite that.
He was wearing an expensive tailored suit in a matte black and he carried with him the aura of a man used to buying whatever he wanted if he laid enough money on the table.
His skin was pale and the bleach-blond hair on his head practically shone in the bright casino lights.
His eyes were a light blue and his features were harsh and sharp.
If I had to guess, he probably came from somewhere in Russia and when he spoke to a passing waitress to order a whiskey, the thickness of his accent confirmed it.
I cocked my head, watching as he placed a hundred in her hand and murmured for her to bring it right away. She nodded quickly and rushed off to the bar as if her life depended on it.
I glanced down at my cards. I had the makings of a royal flush in my hands, and I just needed the ace of hearts to complete it. The dealer flipped over the last card, and I had to use every bit of control to not show my emotion to its reveal.
It was the card I needed. Two men folded immediately and one of them even tossed his cards on the table.
Another raised the bet by one hundred, which was small change considering that he’d been betting thousands just five minutes ago with every hand.
He looked a bit sheepish actually, when I studied him more closely.
I turned back to the vampire to see him staring at me.
More men folded once they noticed the two of us squaring off. Soon enough, it was just the vampire and me, along with one other human at the table. The rest were sitting back to observe whatever happened next.
“They’ll let in any wolves off the street in a place like this,” the vampire murmured. He didn’t look at me, but at a man passing by in a purple velvet oversized suit that looked more like pajamas than anything else. I smirked.
He’d recognized my scent after all.
“Indeed, they will. The people that run this place are awfully coldblooded, or so they say,” I murmured, and the corner of his lips turned up just the slightest bit.
The waitress came back, distracting the two of us for a moment before he turned back toward me.
He stared at me more closely, likely trying to figure me out before he went any further.
He took a long sip of his drink and placed it down on the table.
“I heard talk of a lone wolf here in Vegas, but I didn’t think I’d get the chance to meet him myself,” the vampire replied as he dropped his gaze back down to his cards.
“From out of town then?” I asked and he nodded with a grunt before he picked up a pile of chips and pushed them forward. It was at least a fifty thousand dollar bet.
“All the way from Moscow. Personal invitation,” he answered boldly. I took a deep inhale. Despite the fact that the air filtration systems made it inherently more difficult to sense the vampires around me except those that were nearby, I could tell there were far more than usual here.
“Special occasion?” I pressed. I started counting my chips slowly, deciding if I should match his bet or raise it.
The money didn’t concern me. I had plenty to play around with.
It was answers I wanted now. Behind me, a group of men entered, all of them in finely tailored suits like my poker buddy here. They were vampires too.
“What’s your name?” he questioned carefully.
“Adrian Black. I’m the owner of the Lupo,” I replied brazenly. He smiled, but his expression remained cloaked in shadowy mystery.
“Well, Mr. Black, are you going to place your bet or not?” he asked curiously.
“Yes, but I’d like to raise the stakes,” I countered.
“Would you now?”
“I bet one hundred thousand. And if I win, you will tell me why you’re here,” I declared.
He finally smiled at the challenge. “I’ll match that bet,” he replied, pushing an extra pile of chips in my direction. “If I win, however, I expect to be treated to a night in your hotel with some delightfully tasty room service.”
I schooled my expression. I didn’t sell women in my casino, and I most certainly wouldn’t subject one to a vampire’s feeding, but he didn’t know that. I was a man who kept things close to my chest and this would have to be one of those things too.
I was certain I had the winning hand anyway. There was an air of arrogance to him, but my instinct told me that at least some of it was fabricated.
I sat back and smiled even wider. “I accept. My penthouse suites are the best on the strip.”
“So I’ve heard,” he said.
“I didn’t catch your name,” I said.
“Dmitri Mikhailov,” he said plainly as he laid his cards on the table. I glanced down. He had a straight.
My risk had been worth it.
“It was a pleasure playing with you,” I replied, and he squinted in my direction with interest. Slowly, I put my cards down on the table, sliding my hand to the side. I revealed each one with a vicious casualty. I expected him to be angry, but he just laughed.
“A worthy opponent, I see,” he murmured.
“As were you. We should play again sometime,” I answered.
“We should.” He bowed his head. “In honor of our bet, I was invited here for a special gathering, although I would expect one like it would not exactly be to your taste.”
“Should I worry about such a gathering in relation to my city?” I pressed.
“No. It’s more of something that would occur behind closed doors,” he replied as he stood up from the table. “Until next time, Mr. Black,” he added.
“Mr. Mikhailov,” I greeted. I waited for him to sweep out of the room with his whiskey in hand before I stood up and left myself. I had a disobedient little human tied up in my bedroom who needed my attention.
* * *
Upon my return, I rushed up to my suite.
I made a stop of the bar and poured another glass of red for Natalia before I made my way back to my bedroom.
I stopped by the door, expecting to hear moaning, screaming, and the regretful tears of a naughty girl taught a firm lesson with one forced climax after another but…
I heard nothing.