Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“Aiden, please—”
He holds up a hand to stop me. “You
will
be dressed
tonight, Emma, never fear. It may not be an outfit you would choose for
yourself but it will cover you adequately, that I promise.” He puts down the
razor and strokes my bare skin gently with the second warm washcloth. “There,”
he murmurs. “Finished.”
I look down at myself and see that I’m completely bare between my
legs. I bite my lip, feeling incredibly naked—I didn’t realize how much my
little thatch of light brown curls hid. Now it’s possible to see my outer pussy
lips clearly as well as my slit. Even my clit seems more prominent, peeking out
from between my slippery inner folds, as if begging for attention.
“You have the most beautiful pussy,” Aiden murmurs, looking up to
meet my eyes. “I love how wet you get for me, my darling.”
“You…you do?” I whisper breathlessly. He’s said similar things
before but he seems to be in a particular mood tonight.
“Of course. Look.” Still holding my eyes with his, he opens me
with his thumbs, revealing my slick pink interior. “Look at how creamy and
swollen your little cunt is,” he says, spreading me wide. “It needs to be
touched. Needs to be tasted and stroked and licked. Tell me, Emma,” he murmurs.
“Do you want me to kiss your pussy? Do you want me to go down on you and lick
your hot little cunt?”
Goddess! I can barely
breathe
I’m so hot. “Yes,” I whisper,
unable to deny my need. “Yes, please, Master.
Please.”
“There’s just one thing,” Aiden murmurs, his breath hot on my
exposed inner pussy. “I won’t make you come—not yet. Knowing that, do you still
want me to taste you? Do you still want my mouth on your pussy, my tongue deep
inside you, darling?”
I bite my lip in frustration. When is he going to allow me a
release? It’s been days since my last orgasm and I’m
dying
to come. But
there’s no question that I still want his mouth on me. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes,
I still do…I still want it.”
“Good girl,” Aiden breathes and then he tastes me, lapping my open
pussy in long, slow strokes that send me quivering to the edge, just a
heartbeat from coming. But though he traces my swollen, needy clit with his
tongue until I think I’m going to scream, Aiden somehow manages never to push
me over that elusive edge. He seems to possess some sixth sense that tells him
exactly when I’m about to come. It allows him to pull back at the last instant,
leaving me wanting him so badly I think I’m going to die.
After twenty minutes of this I’m so sensitive I don’t think I can
take it any longer. My master seems to sense this because he finishes by
lifting my hips and slipping his tongue deep into my pussy entrance. He growls
low in his throat with pleasure as he tastes my honey from the source and I
gasp at the feel of him pressing inside me. It feels so good, so right, but
it’s just not enough. I need more…
more
.
“Please, Master, I need
more,”
I beg shamelessly as he at
last releases me and sits back, licking his lips.
“And you’ll get more, darling,” he purrs softly, stroking my inner
thigh. “A little later tonight.” He rises easily, as though he hadn’t just
spent the last half hour on his knees going down on me and lifts me off the
bed. “Come, it’s time to get you dressed.”
It occurs to me as he goes to the wardrobe, that I felt the press
of his fangs against me while he went down on me and yet he somehow didn’t so
much as scratch me. That leads to the realization that he hasn’t bitten me at
all, since that first night when he claimed me. Is he getting his blood
somewhere else? The thought makes me feel irrationally jealous.
“Master,” I say, trying to think how to word the question. “Are
you going to eat tonight?”
“I may.” He shrugs as he digs through the layers of clothing hung
neatly in the wardrobe. “Honestly I’m more interested in satisfying other
appetites.”
“Like…your appetite for blood?” I ask softly, not sure if I ought
to be talking about this or not.
He turns from the wardrobe, frowning. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s just…” I look down at the carpet. “You haven’t bitten
me since our first night at the Sacrifice Ceremony. I thought you might be
getting, well…thirsty.”
He looks at me directly. “Do you
want
me to bite you,
Emma?”
“No,” I say at once, before I think. “I mean, it
hurts
. But
I don’t…don’t want you to bite anyone else either,” I finish in a small voice.
He gives an amused chuckle. “I’m not a young vampire, darling—I
don’t need much blood. But you’re saying you want me to get it from you, when I
do need it?”
I bite my lip. “Yes, I guess so. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Even if it hurts?”
I remember the sharp pain of those gleaming white fangs driving
into my wrist and can’t help shivering. But I’m sure of what I want. “Yes,” I
say. “Even though it hurts.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt, you know,” Aiden says softly. “If you’d
let me in and stop resisting so much I could make it quite pleasurable for
you.”
I don’t see how being bitten could be pleasurable but then, I used
to think the same thing about being spanked and punished. Aiden is slowly
changing my outlook on pain. Also, I can’t help remembering the strange burst
of pleasure that seemed to follow the pain during that first bite—was that him?
“Are you saying you can get inside my mind?” I ask. I’ve heard
that some very powerful vampires have this skill. It would certainly explain
how he always seems to know what I’m thinking. Also the way I heard him talking
inside my head while he was drinking from me.
Aiden shakes his head. “Not unless you make the conscious decision
to let me in. But until you embrace the bond between us, that will never
happen.”
I’m not sure what embracing the bond he’s talking about entails but
before I can ask, he presents me with a skirt and blouse and says, “Here. Put
these on.”
“All right.” The clothes look normal enough—a thin white silk
blouse paired with a plain black pencil skirt. But… “Where’s the underwear?” I
ask, thinking he must have forgotten them. “I mean, I can’t wear this with no
bra under it.” I gesture at the white blouse. “It’s practically see-through.
You’ll be able to see everything right through it.”
“Exactly.” Aiden gives me a slow smile. “Now put it on, Emma.”
“But—” The words of protest die on my lips at the stern look on
his face.
“I said,
put it on.
Don’t make me punish you before we go
out tonight. I can promise you that sitting down for a two hour dinner will be
much less pleasurable if your ass is stinging from my belt.”
That gets me moving. After all, the skirt looks normal—if a little
short. And maybe the blouse isn’t as see-through as it looks.
Except it is.
When I look at myself in the oval mirror over the dresser after
putting on the outfit, I gasp in dismay. I might as well not be wearing a top
at all. The white silk is so sheer you can see not just the outlines of my
nipples but the nipples themselves along with my wide pink areolas and full
breasts. I literally feel more naked wearing this blouse than I do when I’m
actually naked.
As for the skirt, it’s not nearly as normal as it looked at first.
It’s a close fitting sheathe that goes to mid-thigh but it has two very high
slits, which I didn’t notice at first. When putting it on, I assumed these
slits went to the sides but then Aiden called me over. To my dismay, he
rearranged the skirt so that the slits are in the front and back. They’re cut
so high you can actually see my ass cheeks and the slit of my bare pussy if I
move just the right way.
“I can’t go out in public like this,” I tell Aiden. “I’ll be
arrested for indecent exposure!”
“No, you won’t.” His eyes flash. “No harm will ever come to you
while I’m with you.”
“But…but what if I see someone I know?” Or anyone at all, for that
matter.
“The only person you need to be worried about seeing is
me,
your
master,” Aiden tells me sternly. “Have you already forgotten the point of our
dinner date tonight, Emma? You are supposed to be proving that you’re ready for
me to take you completely. So far I am
not
impressed.”
“Yes, I know but…” I twist my hands together and look at myself in
the mirror again. Yup, still obscene.
“You’re beautiful,” Aiden assures me softly. “And I want to show
you off. But since you’re still so shy…” He removes a long black silk wrap from
the wardrobe and puts it around my shoulders. It hangs just long enough to
cover the top part of the skirt and drapes around my front to cover my breasts
as well.
I feel immediately better. “Thank you,” I say.
Aiden frowns. “As long as you know you’re going to have to remove
that when we get to our private room in the restaurant.”
Well, as long as it’s private I don’t mind.
“Fine,” I say, agreeing easily. I
don’t mind Aiden seeing me dressed like this—I just don’t want anyone else
looking.
Bern's is a large, white, windowless building in the SoHo district
of South Tampa. I look around avidly, interested in everything as we walk
inside. The interior seems to be designed like an old fashioned bordello with
lots of red velvet and gold fixtures. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to come
here. Lexy’s tale of a steak so expensive it pretty much cost five dollars a
bite is both intriguing and horrifying—especially to someone like me who spends
less than thirty dollars a week on groceries.
Aiden is looking everywhere too, but not out of curiosity, I
sense. He seems to be looking for trouble, his gray eyes narrowed for possible
threats as he keeps one arm around me in a way that is equally protective and
possessive.
I don’t know what he’s so worried about. Despite his warning that
he has enemies, I can’t imagine anyone ballsy enough to assault the new
Sovereign who also happens to be a frighteningly powerful vampire. And even if
they did, would they really choose the swankiest restaurant in Tampa to launch
their attack? I seriously doubt it.
Aiden mentions his name to the maître d' and the man snaps
instantly to attention. “Of course, Mr. James. Right this way, sir. It’s an
honor to have you dining with us tonight.”
Wow. I look at Aiden with wide eyes. Either he comes here often or
he dropped a ton of cash on renting the private room. I hope it’s the latter—I
don’t like to think of him bringing other women here. Or anywhere, for that
matter. Hmm, should I really be letting myself feel so attached and possessive
of my vampire master?
Before I can answer that question to my own satisfaction, the maître
d' himself takes us to our table, which is round with cushy, booth-type seating
on one side. The table is draped in spotless white linen with a single white
candle in the center. It’s actually not so much a private room as a slightly
less public space, being located in a small, concealed alcove in a shadowy
corner of the massive restaurant. Occasionally I can see servers passing by
carrying trays of wine or food but for the most part, there’s no one but us,
once the maître d' gets us seated.
Aiden sits beside me with one hand on my thigh. The entrance to
our little alcove is directly in front of us—apparently you’re meant to sit in
the round, half booth and enjoy the ambiance of the restaurant.
“Now that we’re settled,” he murmurs and removes my black wrap.
I bite my tongue to keep from protesting. He
did
say I’d
have to take it off as soon as we got seated at the restaurant so I’m pretty
sure there’s no point arguing. Still, I can’t help being embarrassed. I cross
my arms over my breasts self-consciously but Aiden shakes his head.
“No, darling. It’s my wish that you be on display tonight. Put
your arms down, please. And uncross your legs.”
I’m not very comfortable obeying either of these orders. The
minute I sat down, my skirt began riding up, pushing its high slits even
higher. Though I’ve tried to adjust it, I can still look down and plainly see
my naked pussy slit framed by the black fabric. Aiden seems to enjoy the view.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my
ear. “You’re beautiful, Emma. It’s my very great pleasure to show you off
tonight.”
Miserably, I try to relax and not think about how naked I feel. I
tell myself that the table will block the view of anyone passing by. But the tablecloth
isn’t that long—I hope no one drops a fork and bends down to get it. Still, at
least my skirt and what it reveals is mostly hidden from view, but there’s
nothing I can do about my blouse. It’s simply transparent, putting my ample
breasts on display whether I want them to be or not.
“It doesn’t matter if you want to show yourself or not, Emma,”
Aiden murmurs sternly—reading either my face or my mind. “What matters is that
I am your master and I choose to show you. Now sit up straight, I think our
server is here.”
I sit up, my cheeks flaming as a young man who looks to be around
college age steps into our shadowy alcove. “Hello, sir, madam and welcome to
B—” He catches sight of my fully displayed breasts and the words die on his
lips. “I…uh…” He fumbles with the menus in his hands. “I mean…” His eyes are
darting everywhere in a desperate effort not to look, but they keep returning
to my nearly naked cleavage and nipples, as though he just can’t help himself.