The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (6 page)

I cried out in pleasure.  “Yes, Mistress, I like your big
cock!”

“Is that all?” she probed, repeating her movement in me.

“I love your big cock!” I screamed, not knowing how much
more I could take.

Stilling herself completely, I whimpered, which seemed to
give her pleasure.  “And what should I do with my big cock, Gretchen?”

Anxious to feel it again, I played along.  “I want you to
fuck me with it, Mistress!  Fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock!”

She drove it into me once more, the moisture of my insides surging
around it.

I hoped that would satisfy her so that I could immerse
myself in imagining that
he
was the one fucking me, instead of her.

“You may touch yourself now, Gretchen.”

At last she was quiet!  My hand going to my clitoris, I was
finally able to think of
him
, envisioning that he was the one behind me,
making love to me with his body. 

That was all I needed.  

My pleasure reaching its apex, I climaxed, wishing more than
anything that I could call out his name.

Still thrusting the huge phallus into me, the moment I
exploded into orgasm, she grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back and sank
her fangs into my neck.  My orgasm ripped through me as she sucked my hot,
sweet blood from me.  I knew well by now how this was by far the favourite
method of most Vampire’s— drinking from the human during the onrush of sexual
chemicals sweetening the blood.

S
ix days later, in the late afternoon, there was a
knock upon my door.  Without bothering to put on my robe, I answered the door
in the nude.  To my disappointment, it was only my handmaiden. 

“Package for you, Signorina!”

In her hands she held up a large package.  It had been
carefully giftwrapped in fine paper.

“Place it upon my bed, please,” I instructed her.  “Thank
you, Marcella.”

What could this be?

Following her to the bed, I stared at the package a long
moment before sitting down.  I picked it up.  It was lightweight.  Unable to
stand the suspense any longer, I commenced to tearing the paper off.  Beneath
it, upon the box was the name
Valentino’s
.  I knew of it well, it was a shop
which offered the finest items of fashion— although I most certainly had never
bought anything from there.  Sporting garments from
that
store was the
mark of a fine lady.  Someone like me would be lucky if they could afford so
much as a singular glove from that store.

My stomach was flooded with butterflies at the
possibilities.

What could this be?  Could he be sending me something?  Oh,
I do hope it is from him…  I do not know of anyone else who could afford
something from that place!

Slowly lifting the lid of the box, I saw an envelope with my
name written in script sitting on top of the tissue paper.  I picked it up and
turned it over to open it, unfolding the note card inside.

Upon reading it, my heart fluttered along with the flock of
butterflies in my belly.

Claim me?  Fateful night?  What could he mean?

It did not really matter to me what was inside anymore.  I
was simply elated that he had been thinking of me enough to do something as meaningful
as this!

Nonetheless, moving the paper aside to reveal his gift to me,
I gasped.

Inside was the most stunning corset I had ever beheld.

It was fashioned of the finest ivory silk.  Over each
breast, embroidered into it was a faint floral pattern.  The bust line was edged
in scalloped black lace which hung enticingly off the shoulder to swath
delicately about each arm and then curved suggestively inwards around breast.  Finally,
another sculpted appliqué of black lace graced each hip.  Black satin ribbon
served as the lacing for the back.  As if all of this were not abundant
decoration, the entire edge of the bust line, as well as that of the bottom
hem, was adorned in dangling filaments of three dainty pearls each culminating
with a large teardrop ruby, making the corset all the more lavish.

It was breathtaking— an absolute work of art!

With the hundreds of jewels set into it, it surely cost more
than I could ever fathom!

That’s awfully arrogant of him, assuming I will select
him!   

I threw myself back upon the bed in surrender.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I would choose him every time if only
he were there.

I could not wait to try it on.  But for now, I had to ready
meself for my requisite performance.  I could only imagine how nervous I was
going to be with the knowledge ahead of time that Lucius would be out there
watching me, waiting to be alone with me afterwards.

That night, I was scheduled to perform with three men.  I
knew very well what licentious carnal combinations a scenario such as that
would yield.  My stomach tied itself into a knot as I wondered what he would
think of seeing me as that.  I wished I had been assigned something less scandalous
for the night he had chosen to come for me.  But I knew there was nothing I
could do to change it.

When my performance began, I scanned over the audience
meticulously.  When he was nowhere to be seen, my heart sank.  Perhaps he had
decided not to come after all.  Or perhaps he had only played a cruel trick
upon me.  I could not understand why he would not be there.

Nevertheless, still holding onto my hope that Lucius would
hold true to his word, I intended upon readying myself for him.  After my
performance, I went back to my chamber and bathed.  Then my handmaiden brushed
my hair till it was smooth as silk and applied makeup to my face.  And at last,
the moment I had waited for, I stood before the looking glass holding his
corset to my chest while she laced up the back, pulling them tight so that my
cleavage appeared to be bursting forth from the top. 

I quickly slipped on some lace topped sheer black stockings
and heels, and a pair of over the elbow black lace gloves.  I topped off the
look with a string of pearls.  Satisfied with my appearance, I smiled at myself
in the looking glass.  I hoped he would be completely stunned when he saw me!

I had to wonder why he would send this to me, arranging to
meet with me in essence, only to still have me have to go through the usual
selection process.  I presumed it must have been because he wanted all the
other Vampires to see me in the luxurious garment he had presented to me, which
would only make them covet me more.  And then, of course, it would be he who
this most sought after courtesan would select to spend her evening with.

Fortified with this new knowledge, I left my chamber to make
my way up to the backstage, a poised smile upon my face.

When I stepped up onto that platform, he indeed was there
waiting for me.  Only this time, he was standing right in front.  My heart
jumped into my throat, so relieved I was to see him actually there.  Then I
felt the blood rush to my cheeks at the mere sight of him, not to mention most
every other part of my body. 

My God!  The responses he brings forth in me!
 

I went through the customary motions, all the while knowing
full well who I would be taking back with me.  The way he looked at me up there
dressed for him, was even more intense than usual— something I would never have
thought possible before that night.  His eyes virtually consumed me.  I had never
felt so beautiful in all my life as I did in that moment.

Leading the way back to the VIP room, I could feel Lucius’s
eyes upon me, following my every step, making me nervous, in the best way
possible.  I wondered what he had in store for me.  Although, I never could
have imagined what it would be…

Suddenly I did not want to take him to the same place that I
took all the other Vampires.  He was so much more special than that.  He
deserved more
.  I
deserved more.  Abruptly turning him to the right
rather than the left to lead him down the corridor which housed the performer’s
quarters, Lucius looked at me curiously. 

Of course, entertaining Vampire patrons in our private
quarters was strictly prohibited, but little did I care in that moment.  I
wanted him in
my
bed, so that each time I lay in it thereafter the
memory of him would be there to embrace me; each time I laid my head upon the
pillow, his scent would be there lingering.  Yes, I would experience him in the
sanctity of my own space.

After what seemed like forever, we arrived at my bedchamber. 
My nerves coming to a head, I opened the door.   I could scarcely wait to be
alone with him again. 

Again, he looked upon me quizzically.  “This is my
bedchamber,” I illuminated.

Lucius elevated his brow.  “Do you make a habit of bringing
all
the Vampires back to your chamber, Mademoiselle?”

“Of course not, Monsieur!” I snickered.  “Only the ones who
bequeath me with pretty things!” I winked at him in jest.

Ripe with anticipation of him savouring me in this exquisite
garment he had chosen just for me, I stepped into my room, my mind imagining
him peeling it off of me slowly. 

Right behind me, Lucius wrapped his arms about my waist, his
hands wandering slowly over the fabric of the corset.  Whispering into my ear the
first words he had actually spoken to me all night, he said, “You never fail to
amaze me, Gretchen.  You look far more luscious in this than I could have even
imagined.”  His lips nibbled lightly at my ear, working their way down my
neck.  Instantly my mind went to the last time when he had drank from me, what
it had done to me…

I shivered, and again, it was
not
due to the coolness
of his lips.

I felt him smile against my neck.  Revolving me to face him,
Lucius pulled me back to him, and gazed deep into my eyes— making me
lightheaded— as his lips found mine, claiming me for the long awaited first
time.

I thought I had surely died and gone to heaven!

Lucius kissed me deeply, passionately, possessively as his tongue
explored every bit of my mouth.  I was so dizzy, I thought my legs would
crumple beneath me at any moment.  As though he had read my mind— again—
without disconnecting from our embrace, Lucius suddenly swept me up into his
arms.  Unhurriedly, he carried me, kissing me all the while, eventually laying
me down gently upon my bed.

Maintaining his standing there, he stared down at me,
admiring me.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Gretchen,” he said finally,
sitting on the settee beside me.  Not knowing quite what to say, I smiled
demurely, which was far from my usual style.

Then realising I had yet to thank him for his gift, I said,
“Lucius, thank you so much for this lovely corset.  It was completely
unexpected and most generous of you.  I love it!”

One side of his mouth pulled up into a smile.  “You are
welcome.  I see I made an excellent choice.”  Lucius began leisurely running
his hand down along my side.  “However, I must admit, though my intention was
to present
you
with something, it was not entirely a selfless act.  I
saw it and just knew I would derive great pleasure in viewing you in it.”

At hearing his words a mischievous smile played upon my
lips.  “Well then, tell me, does seeing me in it pleasure you?” I asked
provocatively.

From the smile which developed on his lips, it was clear he
did not miss my innuendo.

“I believe the best answer to that would be for me to show
you.”

Another shiver travelled through me at the suggestion of his
appealing promise.

“By all means, Monsieur La Croix…” I encouraged silkily.

“I have one request,” Lucius declared, his look turning
stern.  My facial expression told him to continue.  “You must not question
anything I do to you.”

Never having been one to favour feeling vulnerable, I
hesitated a moment.

“If you cannot agree, we cannot play…” he warned.

I knew full well that I was not about to rescind anything
he
offered me, and for some reason still unknown to me, I trusted him implicitly. 
Searching his eyes, I nodded my head innocently.  “I am yours to do with what
you will, Monsieur.”

A devilish smile played across his face and I wondered at
once what it was I had gotten myself into.  

“I hoped you would say that…” Lucius replied, pulling
something from his trousers pocket.

Glancing down to see what it could be, I saw that it was a
black silk scarf— no,
two
black silk scarves.  I found myself wondering
what he might need of them.  I swiftly received my answer. 

“One more thing,” Lucius said, his blue eyes looking straight
into mine.  “You must
NOT
divulge any details to anyone about what
happens between us here tonight.”

A quizzical look came over me, yet still, I nodded in
agreement.

How could I do anything but?  I was dying to know what it
was he had in store for me!

“Good girl.” he said, planting a soft kiss upon my lips. 
With that he brought his hands forwards, revealing the black silk scarf he held
between them and placed it over my eyes.  Lucius tied it snugly behind my head,
leaving me totally in the dark and sightless.  While I had participated in some
prearranged bondage and domination performances on stage, never had I— would I
have— allowed this sort of thing with a client!