Page 39 of Club Blood

Her small voice echoed in the ensuite as she wrapped her arms around herself. I found myself chuckling lightly.

“Dearest little flower, I am only adjusting the temperature. I’d like nothing more than for you to join me.”

Cecelia stepped forward slowly, sliding far too close to me and pressing her chest against mine, despite the space around us. Her nipples were erect, stabbing delicately into my skin. I bit my lip at the tantalizing sensation.

“You could have waited until the water was less…deadly,” I chided, uncharacteristically soft. Her smile was too broad to ignore. Good god, I was drunk on her. Cecelia shook her head.

“I can handle it,” she promised me, and in a quieter voice, “I have handled worse.”

I frowned, my hand sliding down her wet stomach to her core. I coaxed her legs open so that she was straddling my fingers, which pried her open and caressed her gently.

“Did I hurt you?” I hummed against her cheek, my teeth dangerously close to her neck again. She shook her head vigorously as I worked her slowly.

“I . . . like the pain,” she admitted, her breaths coming in heavier and heavier as my fingers traced the spots that made her so tender.

Without thinking, my thumb pressed gently into her clit, causing a growl of pleasure. There was a small whine of disappointment as my hand left her wetness suddenly and I brought my fingers to her chin instead. I lifted her face to meet mine, so much softer than the same touch that caused Narcissa so much pain just a few hours before.

Cecelia was several inches shorter than I was, and the way she looked up at me like I was a God she worshiped turned me on in more ways than I could count. Water dripped down her face, and it glistened.

Instead of my mouth on her pussy, that same mouth claimed her lips. Our tongues moved together, fighting for dominance as our faces interlocked in a way that made me desperate.

I kissed her passionately, and I could feel her shiver as her lip got caught in the sharpness of my incisor. Cecelia let out a hiss of pain, but my tongue swept over the wound to seal it shut.

“That’s convenient,” she mumbled against me, and I smiled.

“With your pain tolerance, and my ability to heal, we can get into a world of trouble, little flower.”

Just as quickly as we locked lips, the passion subsided, leaving us with our foreheads rested upon one another. We sat in silence for a minute, relishing the feel of each other in the warmth of the water.

“We should go,” I mused, standing up straight and reaching for the nozzle once more.

Cece looked at me in question, “We could get in the tub, instead…”

She had no idea just how tempting her offer had been, but I had a different idea for our evening. I was pained in my belief that I was keeping her captive, even after this moment, and the small part of humanity that she coaxed from inside me was desperate to prove her wrong.

I kissed her open-mouthed again, “I think I’d rather take you out tonight.”

Her body betrayed her, taking several steps back and looking at me in shock. “Out?” she asked as if she heard me wrong. I nodded tentatively. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Everything is dangerous, now,” I eyed her warily. I could have been delusional, thinking she’d been with me of her own will. “But make no mistake, little flower, I will make sure you are protected at all costs. You aremine, and I will not let you leave my sight.”

“I meantfor you,” she said, catching me off guard. “I’ve heard the whispers around your home, people could come to killyounow.”

It was self-preservation, no doubt, but her words enveloped me in comfort nonetheless.

“I promise you,” I said sternly, “I will be the most dangerous thing where we go tonight.”

* * *

I dressedher dripping in gold, and she was an absolute vision. Every piece of clothing she wore was adorned with jewels. I intended to make her stand out tonight, to show her off. Her dress left little to the imagination, although that was mostly for my benefit, as the strappy dress hugged her curves.

“Take this,” I said, handing her a small leather choker. At the center sat an intricately wound metal capsule, a ruby settled inside of it. Cecelia held it and stretched the leather in her hands. “It is my mark,” I said as I stepped into a two-piece ensemble, a tight, black cropped top that stopped just below my tits, and a matching skirt that stopped at the height of my thighs. “You wearing that is my claim to you. As long as it's wrapped around that pretty neck, no one will touch you.”

I pulled out its partner, a wider set leather wristlet that nestled a twin ruby, with a connected strap. I snapped the buttons on my wrist in place and took the strap in my grasp, finding the clip at its end and reaching my hands towards Cecelia. She shuffled uncomfortably, wincing before my touch.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel,” I cooed at her, “If you’re good, we can play.”

She’d looked like she meant to say a word of complaint, but after one deadly look, she shut her lips tightly together, allowing me to chain her to me.

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