Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
The kiss startled.
Enflamed my senses.
Ignited my arousal.
I barely knew the man, but didn’t care. I’d kissed strangers before. Had one-night stands. Saw no problem with locking lips with possibly the most handsome man I’d ever met.
When he dragged me into his lap, I made a small sound of pleasure. For one, it brought me closer to him, but even more importantly, I could feel the hard proof of his desire pressing against my ass.
He wanted me, and hot damn did I want him.
He didn’t just kiss me. He cupped the back of my head bringing an intimacy to the embrace, and also a bit of domination, which I didn’t mind.
I sucked on his lower lip and he made a growly sound that sent tingles through me. When he shifted me so I straddled rather than sat sideways, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, gripping the wiry muscle, opening my mouth as he deepened our kiss.
My new position meant the skirt of my dress rode up, exposing my thighs. My scrap of panties and his slacks were the only thing keeping us apart. It both frustrated and titillated. I rocked against him, moaning at the friction, my excitement making me wet.
His lips trailed from my mouth to my jawline.
With the hand cupping my nape, he leaned me back and let his lips travel, licking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of my neck.
As he teased me, his free hand slid between my thighs, rubbing against the damp crotch of my panties.
He slid the fabric aside and stroked a finger against my nether lips, and I gasped even as my sex clenched in anticipatory pleasure.
His finger parted my lips and slid inside. My hips rolled trying to draw it in further. I squeezed his finger. Willing it to go deeper. Maybe add a friend.
He caught the hint and inserted a second finger, and I quivered as I tightened around him. His thumb got in on the action, rubbing against my clit as his fingers thrust.
In, stroke, squeeze.
Out, tense, wait.
Back in, stroke, squeeze.
He teased me.
He pleased me.
I rode his fingers and would have come only I suddenly found myself flipped to my back and lying on the spread coat.
I only had a second to gasp, “What are you doing?” before I realized his intent.
He knelt between my legs and continued to play with me. Rubbing my clit. Pinching it which made my hips jerk. When he leaned down and blew hotly, a moan burst forth from me.
Why did everything with him feel so much better? More intense?
He followed the hot breaths against my mons with a kiss on my lips. I quivered. I cried out when his tongue parted and teased the opening to my sex. Bucked harder than a wild horse when he flicked my clit.
His hand flattened against my lower belly and held me in place. Held me down while he gave me pleasure.
So much pleasure.
His tongue lashed at my clit. His lips pinched and tugged. He gave me the most electrifying oral experience of my life, which he amplified with a finger fuck.
I pumped my cunt against his face. My fingers held him by the hair, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. My hips thrust and pushed, aggressive and demanding. He hummed against me as he licked and played. His hands dug into my hips as he lifted me to better feast.
And that was how I came. With his tongue lashing and fingers pumping. My pussy orgasmed hard. Squeezing. Undulating. A wave of pleasure that left me limp and panting.
“Oh my god,” I huffed.
“That’s just a prelude,” he growled, dragging me upright and kissing me with honey-licked lips.
I reached between our bodies and rubbed the erection pushing against his pants, purring, “Your turn now.”
Before I could even unbuckle his pants, he was grabbing my hands and pulling them away. “It will have to wait. We’re about to have a company.”
The timing couldn’t have been more shit.
For him, at least. My body thrummed happily.
I popped to my feet and straightened my dress even as I wondered where my panties went.
One second I’d been wearing them, and now…
They were tossed aside, ripped and discarded while I’d been immersed in pleasure. Guess I’d have to stay commando.
“Who is it?” I whispered, noticing he didn’t seem panicked. He’d risen and snared both our jackets, shaking and brushing the dust from them.
“Randy.”
“How can you tell?”
“As I mentioned earlier, my servants are bound to me. I can feel their presence, each one distinct, and they can also sense my general location.”
“How did you bind them?” I asked.
“A small exchange of blood. Enough to leave my essence in their system and get a taste of theirs without changing them into vampires.”
“That’s enough for them to track you?”
“Among other things. If in close proximity, I can send mental commands.”
“What do they get out of it?”
“A very good salary, accommodations, improved resilience, strength and health, which includes a much slower rate of aging.”
“Not a bad deal,” I commented.
“Most agree.”
“And those who don’t?”
“Find themselves no longer in my employ.”
My lips pursed. “Firing them breaks the bond?”
“Only death does.”
A stark revelation that had no follow-up as he stepped outside the cave to greet Randy, leaving me to wonder if I’d ever be as matter of fact about ending people’s lives.
Then again, hadn’t I already proven I had the right mentality? After all, I didn’t mourn or even think twice about the two men I’d killed.
I’d even guarantee it would most likely happen again.