Marked for Pleasure [Blood Bond] (10 page)

She was too important, too good for them to use for their needs. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have deep-seated feelings for the girl. He continually tried to convince himself he was immune to the pull she had over him, but every time he’d see her his resolve crumbled.

Francis stripped off his remaining clothes and climbed over her body. “Shouldn’t you untie me first?”

“Not yet, my dear. I want you to learn what it is to submit to me, to trust me with your body and soul.” Francis spread her thighs wide and began to touch her pussy. After a minute, her tension eased, and her hips lifted slightly off the bench to meet Francis’s hand.

Christian sat beside her, trailing his hands down from her wrists, down her arms, to her breasts. She had pretty tits, soft, with tempting little nipples. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

She nodded, her eyes at half-mast due to Francis’s ministrations. Christian didn’t know how he expected her to respond, but knowing she’d kissed a male made his blood boil hot. He had to stifle a growl, so when he heard the angry sound he glanced over, realizing it was Francis who hadn’t held back his own growl.

“Who kissed you, Heidi? What exactly have you done?”

Francis stopped touching her, which got her full attention. “Just kissing and petting. I told you I haven’t done much in the sex department.” Her chains jangled as she twisted about, seeking more attention.

“Petting? Explain,” said Francis.

“You know…touching and stuff.”

“I want you to tell me, little lamb, or I won’t give you the orgasm you crave.” Francis used a single finger to paint patterns along her sensitive inner thighs, teasing her, not touching her where she needed him most.

“Francis!” Their little virgin was turning into a minx.

“Answer my question, Heidi. Don’t leave out any details.”

She exhaled, and her cheeks turned pink, which continued to amaze him. How could she feel embarrassed when she was sprawled out naked for both of them? Her insecurities endeared her to him.

“It was just my neighbor, Tommy, and it was a long time ago. He put his hand down my shirt and squeezed by breasts. We kissed. That’s it.”

“How did he kiss you?” Christian leaned over and placed one kiss on her lips. He stopped himself, already too far gone from that one brush. She had full, pillowy lips, and she responded to his advance, attempting to kiss back.

“More,” she said, her lips parted and pleading.

 
If he got too much of a taste, he may not be able to stop. His control was already hanging on by a thread. He was desperate to feed off her, to bind them. There was only the sound of her blood rushing through her veins and the heat coming off her body in distracting waves.

“Go ahead, Christian. Is your willpower that weak?” Francis goaded. He’d always taught him and Joseph to be strong, coldhearted, and impenetrable. This was the ultimate test of his training.

“Of course not.” Christian returned his attention to the blonde beauty.

Her pouty lips quivered, her big, blue eyes beckoning. Christian bent over and pressed his lips to hers. Her lively tongue sought entrance, and within seconds, they were tasting, sucking, and exploring.

When she nipped his lip, something inside him came to life. His fangs lengthened, and his eyes lolled back in his head.
Just a tiny taste.
He repeated the thought in his head like a mantra until he was nipping back. His fang grazed her probing tongue, and the taste of blood spurred him on like a shark to prey. He deepened the kiss, sucking, exploring. His cock was harder than steel, and his bloodlust was on overdrive, demanding he fuck the human and take her neck properly.

“Christian,” Francis warned.

He ignored his big brother, too lost in her sweet taste. So addicting. Perfect. He needed more. How could he not have seen this before? Heidi was his, his everything, and he hadn’t even fully realized that until he tasted her. It went against everything Francis had ever told him about humans, but his mind wasn’t clear at the moment. All he could focus on was his mate. He’d pushed away his vampiric tendencies over the years, trying to live as normal a life as possible. But the mating bond had nothing to do with human nature. It came from his feral vampire’s blood, demanding he keep the girl. She had to be his, human nature be damned.

When Francis’s hand landed on his shoulder, attempted to tug him away, he turned and lashed out like a savage animal. He bared his fangs and growled, so unlike him. Where the fuck had his prized humanity gone? He was no different than
Joseph
, Francis, or any other vamp when the façade was stripped away.

“Don’t test me, little brother.”

He knew Francis could flatten him if he wanted to. Christian acknowledged his judgment had been flawed from that first drip of Heidi’s blood.

“I need her,” he admitted. Christian tried to appeal to his common sense. He’d fucked and blooded countless women over the decades—both human and vampire—so why was this one so different? Christian stumbled back, nearly falling on his ass. He had to get away before he hurt her.

“Stay there,” Francis ordered him. At least big brother still had control over the situation.

“Heidi, you’re making this difficult for Christian. If you want him to stay, you’ll have to behave yourself.” He unfastened the chains, and they fell heavily to the concrete in a heap.

She immediately began to rub the angry flesh at her wrists. “Don’t you want me?”

“We both want you. Maybe too much, but I want to go slow, teach you things that will heighten your enjoyment.” Francis reached for the black leather flogger and let the dangling ends drape along the center of Heidi’s body.

She attempted to prop herself up on her elbows now that she was free, but Francis shook his head, the stern gaze enough to stop her actions. He was a masterful Dom. Christian felt his heart leap with excitement, eager to see Heidi cry out as Francis brought her to new heights. He also felt her apprehension, which brought about new protective instincts he never knew existed. It was a clash within him—two desires mingling into one. Pleasure and pain, desire and love.
Love?
What a foolish thought for a vampire to entertain. But he’d never truly fit in with his race, always striving to bring vamps into the twenty-first century. Emotions were one element his kind lacked. They were there to be tapped, but it was forbidden to explore what was considered weak.

“That tickles,” she said.

Her innocence made Christian smile. Most of the women he’d dealt with, and all the female vamps, had been proud of their sinful nature. Heidi truly was the perfect student, so willing, so guiltless.

“Not for long.” Francis swept the soft leather strands over her pelvis, allowing some of them to tease her pussy. “This is just one of the devices we use. It will teach you to enjoy the art of pain during sex. And I assure you, it is an art. But we’ll take things slow. We’ve never had one so inexperienced before.”

* * * *

Inexperienced
sounded negative to her ears. She wanted to be sexy, uninhibited, and fit into the world they knew so well. The DeVilles were wealthy, well traveled, and irresistibly handsome. Any woman would jump at the chance to be the submissive in their kinky games. She was ecstatic that her fantastical dreams were actually real. These men went out of their way because they wanted her specifically, even if their means of getting her here were unorthodox. All the years of longing were finally being fulfilled in the wildest of ways.

 
“Come, little lamb.” Francis didn’t hate her after all. His touch was gentle, his actions cautious. She knew he cared about her well-being even though his face remained stern. It was part of his overall sex appeal.

Heidi followed after him, her legs weak. The air in the basement was cool and slightly damp. She’d follow Francis anywhere he led.

They reached a bleacher-style wooden bench that sat alongside the far wall. This corner of the basement had no candles, allowing the shadows to dominate. “Put your knees on the bench and rest your shoulders against the wall.”

Heidi had the inkling he didn’t want her to speak. He was her Dom, and she’d be smart to keep quiet and do as told. She always had the option of using her safe word—
vampire.

“Your first lesson. Feel it rub against your skin. Follow the movements with your mind. Focus on nothing else except what I’m doing to you.” He started with soft brushes, resembling an erotic massage, arousing her senses. The way he handled the toy was testament to his skill. This was exactly what she’d always craved, but didn’t realize it. How far would the DeVilles take her into their kinky world? She wanted to learn everything, for them to teach her everything they knew.

Heidi closed her eyes and obeyed, trying her hardest to learn what he was trying to show her. To understand he was trying to give her pleasure through punishment.

“There’s more than just the pleasure you’re accustomed to.” He increased the pressure, swinging the flogger in a loose figure eight.

The soft leather strands became more like a slap when they all came down as a unit across the fleshy part of her hips and her ass. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t sweet and pleasant anymore.

The pattern moved quicker, a constant sweep which began to sting each time the flogger came down. She tried to do as he commanded, focusing on the act. The sound was like the whoosh of a horse’s tail. The pain was increasing, but he continually shifted his aim, not focusing on the same point of flesh. The energy from each smack vibrated through her pelvis, stimulating her clit, and the sting began to shift into a twisted hunger. If he kept it up much longer her body would explode. Her clit was pounding, each strike an erotic lash to her nervous system.

“Good girl, Heidi. Now, touch yourself.”

She reached between her legs and rubbed her sensitive bud in tiny circles. The combination of hormonal release and the slap of the leather over her ass brought her to new heights. Pressure began to build in her cunt, and she craved for the DeVille brothers to let go and take her dreaded virginity.

The sound of the sex toy hitting the ground brought her to the present. “There’s so much I want to show you, Heidi. It would take many lifetimes to experience everything.”

She turned around and collapsed down onto the bench, but as soon as her punished flesh touched the wood, she bolted back up. “Why don’t we skip the rest of your lessons for tonight? You do know we don’t need all these implements to enjoy each other, don’t you?”

He lowered his brow as if she spoke some foreign language. Was this the only way he knew to have sex? Did he even have a clue what real love was? Did she? Heidi couldn’t imagine Francis kissing her, holding her, making love to her without trying to dominate. But she wanted it, wanted to feel his breath against her neck after falling asleep in each other’s arms. Sex alone could never satisfy her, but then again, this wasn’t forever.

“She’s right, Francis. Why don’t you try something new tonight? Heidi’s already crossed too many personal boundaries to mention.” Christian pulled her against his hard body, caressing her inflamed backside as he spoke. “Could you not muster up the slightest human emotion for our special guest?”

“You know I can’t do that,” said Francis, turning back to the candlelit part of the basement. He busied himself at one of several tables, effectively ignoring them.

“Why’s he so closed off?” she asked once alone with Christian. “It’s like there’s a wall there to keep everyone out.”

Christian smiled down at her. “You’re exactly right. He’s always been like this, though. I’m not sure if he’s even capable of changing anymore.”

“Everyone can change. Our life isn’t predetermined. If it was, I’d be married to Mr. Fengle’s son at the bank because my dad thinks he’s the best catch in town. He doesn’t know what’s best for me. I do.”

He scooped her up off her feet so fast, the room spun for a moment. “And what’s best for you, Ms. Walsh? Is there a Prince Charming waiting to sweep you off your feet?”

“Like you just did?”

Christian had been carrying her back to the center of the room, but he stopped in his tracks and met her stare for stare. “No matter how much I want to be what you need, I could never be.” His words were so sad, so final. So wanted to scold him, to assure him he was more than enough for her. He was perfect just the way he was, even with the kinky fetish—or maybe more so.

“So you’re using me. You bring me here, have your fun, then sit back while I sell your place so you can leave forever?”