before quickly turning around and presenting her ass to him. She was beautiful: shaved and bare. He pushed her head forward so her top half was pressed against the table.
She breathed heavily. She really was nervous again, which he enjoyed more than he should have. Perhaps when he was a human, Samuel would have cared more about his dark desires. Maybe he would have been ashamed at his desire to scare a woman like Celia. Maybe he would have been nervous about the need to dominate, to control. Now that he was a vampire, though, he didn’t. He didn’t try to hide himself in that way. He simply owned it.
He owned who he was.
He owned the control, the needs he had. He could handle who he was and what he had become. He thought Celia could, too. It wasn’t often he found a woman who was able to bare her soul to a monster like him, but he had found her. More accurately, Gordon had found her. Samuel needed to give that fucker a raise.
“Don’t move,” he told Celia. Her face was turned to the side and she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. It was just as well. She didn’t need to see what was about to happen. It might frighten her even more.
Samuel ran his hand down her spine and over her bottom, parting her cheeks. He traced a finger along her soft slit before plunging it inside of her.
“Oh!” Celia squeaked, but she didn’t move.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hands through her hair. Her mask was still on, but he removed it.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“You aren’t anonymous anymore,” he told her. “Not now and not ever again. You’re mine now. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Yes.”
“And tonight, what I want is for our guests to enjoy you, my queen.”
Her eyes popped open at that, but she didn’t protest.
“No one is going to hurt you,” he said. “Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.
“Don’t make a sound,” he responded.
Seventeen
Celia held still. Her eyes were glued to Samuel, who stood beside her. She thought he was going to leave her. She thought he was going to test her somehow, but he didn’t leave. He stayed. His hands were in her hair and his mouth was on hers, but then he pulled away and she felt the first touch.
It was gentle.
She couldn’t see who was stroking her skin, but she thought it might be a female, judging from the soft touch. The strokes grew harder and faster, but it wasn’t quite enough to make her come. Then the touching stopped and she opened her mouth to protest, but Samuel kissed her.
His lips silenced hers, then he whispered to her.
“I hope you weren’t about to talk, doll. You know I asked you to stay quiet, to do this for me.”
Celia pressed her mouth closed. Then she waited. A few seconds later, she felt more hands on her, more people touching her. There were two hands on her legs and one between her thighs. Someone stroked her back and another person traced tiny lines on her toes.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax into the touches. Some of them were soft and some were more forceful, but they were all gentle. They were all controlled. She imagined Samuel was in charge of how much each person was allowed to touch her. She thought maybe he was silently guiding how long each person could play with her body.
She wasn’t embarrassed. She allowed herself to just feel. She allowed herself to just be. Celia wanted to come, wanted to climax. She felt the need welling up inside of her, but each time she got close, the touches stopped. Over and over again she reached the brink of coming only to be brought down immediately.
Somehow, she managed not to cry out. It was harder than she’d ever thought possible. It was more difficult than anything else she’d ever done in her life. She couldn’t imagine having to go on like this, to be in a state of perpetual arousal without being able to feel release.
But this wasn’t
She breathed heavily. She really was nervous again, which he enjoyed more than he should have. Perhaps when he was a human, Samuel would have cared more about his dark desires. Maybe he would have been ashamed at his desire to scare a woman like Celia. Maybe he would have been nervous about the need to dominate, to control. Now that he was a vampire, though, he didn’t. He didn’t try to hide himself in that way. He simply owned it.
He owned who he was.
He owned the control, the needs he had. He could handle who he was and what he had become. He thought Celia could, too. It wasn’t often he found a woman who was able to bare her soul to a monster like him, but he had found her. More accurately, Gordon had found her. Samuel needed to give that fucker a raise.
“Don’t move,” he told Celia. Her face was turned to the side and she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. It was just as well. She didn’t need to see what was about to happen. It might frighten her even more.
Samuel ran his hand down her spine and over her bottom, parting her cheeks. He traced a finger along her soft slit before plunging it inside of her.
“Oh!” Celia squeaked, but she didn’t move.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hands through her hair. Her mask was still on, but he removed it.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“You aren’t anonymous anymore,” he told her. “Not now and not ever again. You’re mine now. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Yes.”
“And tonight, what I want is for our guests to enjoy you, my queen.”
Her eyes popped open at that, but she didn’t protest.
“No one is going to hurt you,” he said. “Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.
“Don’t make a sound,” he responded.
Seventeen
Celia held still. Her eyes were glued to Samuel, who stood beside her. She thought he was going to leave her. She thought he was going to test her somehow, but he didn’t leave. He stayed. His hands were in her hair and his mouth was on hers, but then he pulled away and she felt the first touch.
It was gentle.
She couldn’t see who was stroking her skin, but she thought it might be a female, judging from the soft touch. The strokes grew harder and faster, but it wasn’t quite enough to make her come. Then the touching stopped and she opened her mouth to protest, but Samuel kissed her.
His lips silenced hers, then he whispered to her.
“I hope you weren’t about to talk, doll. You know I asked you to stay quiet, to do this for me.”
Celia pressed her mouth closed. Then she waited. A few seconds later, she felt more hands on her, more people touching her. There were two hands on her legs and one between her thighs. Someone stroked her back and another person traced tiny lines on her toes.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax into the touches. Some of them were soft and some were more forceful, but they were all gentle. They were all controlled. She imagined Samuel was in charge of how much each person was allowed to touch her. She thought maybe he was silently guiding how long each person could play with her body.
She wasn’t embarrassed. She allowed herself to just feel. She allowed herself to just be. Celia wanted to come, wanted to climax. She felt the need welling up inside of her, but each time she got close, the touches stopped. Over and over again she reached the brink of coming only to be brought down immediately.
Somehow, she managed not to cry out. It was harder than she’d ever thought possible. It was more difficult than anything else she’d ever done in her life. She couldn’t imagine having to go on like this, to be in a state of perpetual arousal without being able to feel release.
But this wasn’t
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