I’m not sure how far out of her way Camila had to go to plan
our date, especially since she took me exclusively to places she
owned, but that didn’t make the surprise waiting for me on top of
the fresh linens any less special. From all the movies I’d seen, rose
petals and chocolates or even strawberries and champagne, seemed
like the customary bedroom seduction tools. Camila had skipped
right over any sort of floral displays and sweets and gotten right to
the point.
Three dildos—one green, one pink, and one black—a pink
vibrator, and a harness sat on a neatly folded cream blanket
surrounded by a variety of lotions, oils, and lubricants. I looked at
the plastic cocks in their different shapes and sizes and the shiny
new leather then turned to Camila.
“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” I said sternly.
“Do you?”
“You’ve been wanting me to take you over to the bed and fuck
you crazy, but you didn’t know how to ask. So you just laid this stuff
out and hoped I took the hint.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, looking over my lips then
up to my eyes. I swallowed at her deep stare and my pussy quivered,
adding another bit of moisture to the already damp fabric between my
legs. It was more than about time I took my underwear off.
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“There’s that. Ultimately, it’s your choice, baby. We can do it
the old-fashioned way,” she said. “You know I love feeling your clit
against mine. Or I can fuck you this way.” She nodded toward the
toys on the bed. “Or you could fuck me.”
“The green one,” I decided before I took a step back out of her
arms. Without another word, I walked toward the bathroom. The
confidence in my strides was utter crap, but Camila didn’t seem to
notice or mind. Glancing over my shoulder one last time, I caught
her wink before shutting the door behind me.
I turned and faced a cavernous marble room, completely devoid
of any sort of light.
“Smooth,” I mumbled in the darkness. Note to self. Know
where the light switches are before walking off alone.
There were no windows in the large bathroom and no light
coming in from under the door. I couldn’t see a damn thing. A short
moment before I started feeling along the counter for the wall, the
door cracked open and the lights flicked on. My eyes adjusted to the
bright glow just as Camila’s hand slid back out the door.
“Thanks,” I yelled.
“No problem, Red,” she yelled back.
Days could be wasted thinking over the difference between
my level of overall coolness and subtlety compared to Camila’s.
The fact that she was more mature, more experienced, and of
another more magical and powerful species, would never change.
So after one glance in the mirror I figured it was best to just focus
on shucking my outfit and getting back in her arms, instead of how
lame I was.
I kicked off my shoes and then ditched my dress and jewelry on
the counter before I gave myself a quick once-over. The underwear
Amy had picked was perfect. A slowly turned circle in front of the
mirror gave me a chance to check the hem of the lace tanga shorts
that barley covered my ass. They were soaked, but I wanted Camila
to see them on me before I ditched them in a wet ball on the floor.
The matching black bra pushed my already plump breasts up and
together. I could see the blushing pink of my nipples easily though
the black lace pattern. They were so hard and sensitive already,
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aching to be sucked. I hoped Danni was giving it to Amy good at
that very moment. She deserved it.
I opened the door, flicked the switch off, and got somewhere
around three feet back into the bedroom before I froze. There was
music playing, soft techno rhythms that reminded me of something
I’d heard in the dressing rooms earlier that day. The low lights that
had cast the room in a pretty neon glow had switched from electric
blue to an emerald green. Little changes that set a perfect mood and
couldn’t have mattered less when compared to the woman in front
of me.She knew I was there, even though she didn’t look up as she
fastened the harness around her bare thighs. I got the feeling she
wanted to give me a moment, a moment I needed, just to look at her.
I’d seen Camila in various stages of undress during the times we’d
spent together, but nothing had hung so perfectly off her gorgeous
hips the way the straps of leather did now. Not the patch of jewels
and chain mail she had worn the first night we met, or the vinyl
pants she’d had on just moments ago. It was a shame I hadn’t gotten
to pull the tight fabric off her. I had a feeling there would be plenty
of chances to lend her an unnecessary hand out of her clothes. For
now, I couldn’t help but drool over the goddess in front of me.
My gaze traveled up her body, over her waist to her lush
breasts with their tight brown nipples. I swallowed as soon as my
mouth began to water, my tongue aching to trace every inch of her
skin. Even her bare feet looked nice planted solidly beneath her
curvaceous frame, the caramel of her skin in soft contrast with the
pale marble floor.
She pulled the right strap tight, making the green cock bob
between her hips. A moan actually slipped through my lips. I tried
to catch it, my throat clenching. It only bubbled up harder as the air
leaving my lungs forced it from my mouth.
Camila glanced up finally, smiling at me. But then she froze,
just for a moment. The amusement dropped from her lips and she
straightened, placing her hands on her hips. “Come here, Red,” she
said softly.
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I was halfway to her before I’d realized my feet had started
working, and I was in her arms, the green cock pressing against my
belly, before I took my next breath. I didn’t know it was possible to
want someone this bad.
“Faeth and Tokyo fought over you,” she said suddenly and
quite seriously.
I frowned. That was not where I saw this conversation going.
I was shocked there was any conversation at all. “What? When and
what for?”
“Faeth saw you first and she wanted you. Tokyo saw you a little
later and she wanted you, too.”
“So they fought over me?”
“Not physically. Tokyo would win, but they argued. And I
settled it.”
“I see. What did you say?”
“That I wanted you more.”
“And you don’t argue with the queen?”
“No, baby. You don’t.”
“Hey, is Tokyo her real name?”
“No,” Camila said. “Her name is Miyoko. She had a feeder
who called her Tokyo and it just stuck.”
“Oh. Well, as nice as Tokyo and Faeth are…” Which was a
complete assumption because I’d never talked to them. “I think I got
the better end of t
he deal.”
I wanted to tell her I loved her right then, but I couldn’t. I’d
already embarrassed the hell out of myself the day before, spilling
my feelings all over the interior of her car. As the emotions rolled
through my head, her expression softened, but in a way that made
me a little uncomfortable.
“You can read my mind?” I asked.
“I can.”
“But you’re not right now.”
“No, I’m not and I haven’t. Ever.”
Why not, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The strange look on
her face, the speculation and something close to pity, told me I
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wouldn’t like what she would say. And I wanted her inside me way
too much to start that kind of conversation right now. She’d asked
me out, told me I could call her my girlfriend, even elevated me to a
seemingly important status to the sister-queens, but she’d never said
anything about loving me back. She wanted me and she made me
feel special, so I would give her the same back. No more doubts, no
more hesitation.
“If you ever do, just give me a heads up. I’d hate for you to
catch me thinking about something boring like my stats homework.”
“You’d never bore me, baby,” she said. “Ever.”
She swallowed, the deep rolling of her throat catching my eye.
Her hesitation slipped away and the calm, seductive Camila was
back. Whatever doubts had been on her mind she’d clearly decided
to save for another day. Her hand slipped between our bellies and
lower until her fingers brushed the wet lace between my legs.
“When I fuck you, we’re gonna leave these on.”
I nodded deeply before I said okay.
“Lie down.”
I turned and walked to the bed, feeling her gaze heating the
skin on my back. She didn’t move from the spot until I was settled
on the sheets, and that’s when she walked toward the bed, prowled
on her hands and knees until her head was between my legs. I met
her feral gaze, the glowing stare that set my nipples aching even
harder and made my clit twitch.
Her lips parted, her fangs growing back to their full length. I
knew what artery she would go for. She had yet to feed from the
inside of my thigh. But she only cocked her head slightly. I felt a
pinpoint of pressure just above my clit, then a small brush of air and
the warm brush of her cheek as it moved along the split she’d just
made in the fabric. I shivered, swallowing nervously, unable to keep
from biting my lips as my chest rose and fell.
She gently lifted my hips and moved down even further. She
raised her head when she finished and I could tell that my underwear
had been split from my clit to my asshole, giving her every inch of
access. When she dipped her head back and licked me, a warm, wet,
dragging stroke, front to back, top to bottom, I knew for sure. It was
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too much for me to moan. Too many sensations for me to whimper.
I just went on shivering and gasping for air.
“God, Red. Don’t make me wait,” she begged me. It was
strange; I knew she wanted me, but she was usually more in control.
I wanted her bite and I wanted to give her my blood, but there were
other things I wanted more, like more of her tongue on my body and
every inch of the cock between her legs. She let her head fall to the
side and nuzzled my thigh with rough affection, the way a loving
cat would do to its beloved owner. I ran my fingers through her
jet-black spikes for the first time. They were so soft. Her purr grew
louder and she rubbed her cheek and then her chin along the inside
of my hips. My body arched up to her face. I spoke boldly before the
courage to ask went away.
“Please,” I said. “Lick me first.”
“Okay, baby,” she groaned in reply.
My legs were spread wide by her strong hands, forcing my
knees almost to my chest. I shifted on the bed just as her lips covered
my slit. With a slight upward motion, her tongue spread me wider.
The moaning couldn’t be helped. My body needed her, wanted her
more than I could handle to keep in.
Despite the desperate sounds she was making, Camila managed
to work me slowly, gently sucking my clit into her mouth. Paying
affectionate attention to my opening with her tongue. I gripped her
hair tighter and let my body go with the motions of her lips.
With her, there had never been any time for me to consider
what I liked, what subtle skills or advanced tricks someone would
have to use on me to make me come. With her, everything worked.
Everything she did with her mouth, the soft scraping of her teeth
over my clit or the insistent thrusts of her tongue inside, all of it
brought me closer and closer to coming.
She alternated, her hands never leaving my thighs, just her lips
and her tongue, teasing me, torturing me. Our eyes met. She was all
animal in that moment, all demon, and I could see how hard she was
fighting to keep her control in check. That heat in her eyes, the want,
that pushed me over. I cried out, whimpering nonsense into the cool
air above us, clutching on to her head. She met my downward thrust,
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grinding her face harder between my legs, taking every bit of my
trembling into her body.
With one more slow, sweeping pass of her tongue, Camila
hesitating. The cock between her hips pushed inside me with one
sharp thrust, my dripping juices easing the way. My eyes slammed
shut. I gripped the sheets. The cock fit perfectly inside me, the same
firm way Camila felt perfect on top of me.
She pulled back a little then pushed forward again, pausing
just for a moment when my body decided to roll its hips. My pussy
spasmed along the firm plastic and spasmed again when I thought
of who it was attached to. My eyes fluttered open and I stared at her
beautiful face.
I love you, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. “Kiss me,” I said
instead. She answered by pressing her lips against mine. My mouth
parted and she entered me again, kissing me the way I needed her to,
letting me taste the traces of myself on her lips. She was like honey
and sweet fruit with that hint of spice I’d been craving all along. My
arms wrapped around her shoulders and her arms came around my
back. I arched off the mattress giving her plenty of room to unhook
my bra. I let go just long enough to slip it from my arms, and then
she was lifting me.
“Ride me,” she said as she fell back on her heels.
I nodded, wrapping my body around hers and the cock. I
followed her motions, rising and falling, grinding in her lap. She
took advantage of the shift between us and suckled my nipple
between her red lips. And then I lost it. She let go of my nipple the
second I started coming and gently cupped the side of my neck. She
thrust up into my pussy harder and harde
r and I came again. This
time I moaned her name.
“Baby,” she growled deeply as I shuddered against her. My
head tilted to the side. I gave her my neck. Her bite was hard. Hard
and perfect, the cool sting sending thundering shocks through my
veins to every inch of my body. I came again, crying out desperately,
soaking the leather in her lap and the insides of my thighs.
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Her head dropped to my breast as her own orgasm rippled over
her. She cried out, groaning my name, licking my damp skin around
my ruby and my chain, kissing and biting at my nipples, refusing to
slow the pumping of her hips. And I kept riding her, harder, neither
of us willing to stop even as she added a finger to the equation.
She may not have been in love with me, but I was in love with
her, and the same way my blood was in her, she was now inside
me, inside my heart in every way, making me come over and over.
There were no thoughts of where the morning would take us, but as
she gently used her middle finger, soaked in my juices, to tease the
tight ring of my ass, I couldn’t help but wonder where the security
cameras were in the penthouse and just how well they were capturing
the show on the bed.
When there was time, I’d love to see the playback.
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Chapter ten
There’s a heart here.” Her fingers brushed across my
shoulder blade. “And if I squint, there’s a frog right here.”
And then in a small circle at the top of my spine.
“But only if you squint?”
“Precisely.”
I giggled, unable to control the tremble that rippled through my
body. Her fingers moved up and down my back, across my shoulder
and my neck, and back again.
There were only a few hours left before sunrise, hours I refused
to waste sleeping. Camila had fucked me perfectly one more time
before giving me a break to stretch and hydrate. At some point, we
decided an ice cream sundae was in order. She called downstairs
and what felt like a whole minute later, Camila returned from the
elevator carrying a huge bowl on a silver tray. I complained for a
moment that it was too big for me to eat alone, but quit arguing
when she made a very seductive move to feed me the sugary dessert.
It’s hard to turn someone down when they lick your lips.