Léopold's Wicked Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans) (29 page)

Laryssa shook her head, refusing to look at either of them, her hips gyrating into his hand. Dimitri played with her fingers and she finally raised her eyes to meet his. With his warm gaze upon her, her excitement escalated. She gasped as Léopold’s palm landed on her bottom, causing a renewed gush of her own juices to flow between her legs.

“Say it, pet, or I’ll stop,” Léopold warned. “I’ll let you go right now.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, giving in to his demand. “Yes. Goddamn you, yes.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, her body was shaking, readying to come. At her confession, any last remnants of angst about how she’d felt on the dance floor fell away like seeds in the wind. It killed her that Léopold could make her feel so incredibly open, knowing exactly how to bring her to the precipice of pleasure. Like a ball of string, her darkest dreams were coming unraveled.

“That’s it, mon amour. Do not be ashamed. We are what we are.” Léopold massaged her ass, while continuing to fuck her with his fingers. Goddess, he wanted to bend her over and make love to her right here on the dock, but he didn’t think she was ready for that level of exhibitionism yet. Increasing the speed and pressure, he added a third finger, pushing her over the cliff. “Let go.”

Rocking into his hand, Laryssa lost all touch with reality as her climax claimed her. Soaring high, she shook violently as he stroked the thin strip of nerves inside her core. Unrelenting, his fingers strung out every last spasm. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath, when she felt herself whirl into a thousand pieces. Materializing inside Léopold’s bedroom, she fell into the sheets with him.

“What the hell, Leo?” She slapped at his arm, gasping for air. “You have to warn me when you do that. How do you do that anyway?”

“Like your magic, mine is my own,” he responded.

“Can other vampires do that?”

“None I’ve met. But then again, I haven’t met any others as old as I am. I wasn’t able to do it right away. I suppose I perfected it sometime in the fifteenth century. Nevertheless, I prefer to keep it a secret. The element of surprise is an excellent weapon.”

“So why’d you bring me back here? You seemed to be having fun on the dock. I know I was.” She winked, still trying to catch her breath.

“Just thought it best we retire in private. As much as I know Dimitri enjoyed your performance, it’s not very fair to leave him wanting more. I care for you both, but I’m afraid I won’t share you.” Léopold disrobed, and pulled Laryssa onto his chest.

“Let me get this straight. Giving me a spanking and getting me off in front of him is perfectly acceptable, but you don’t want him to join in? Seems awfully selfish.” Laryssa glided her palms over his bare chest, wrapping her leg over his waist.

“Oui. I’m very selfish. Dimitri knows this,” he agreed. “I also have my limits. You’re mine, no one else’s.”

“But he just watched you do that to me.”

“Spank you? Make you come?” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, that.” She rolled her eyes, still coming to terms with what just happened and how incredible it had been.

“It’s different. That was for your benefit, not his, mon amour. Exhibitionism, even voyeurism I enjoy. But another man making love to my woman? No. That’s not going to happen. Besides, what’s the protest? Is this something you want…to make love with another man, a ménage? Because if it is…I don’t…”

“I’ll admit Dimitri’s attractive, but no, I don’t want a threesome. Still… about what we just did. Well, that may be normal for you, but for me…I don’t do those things. I’m not like that.”

“But of course you do and you are exactly like that. Did you not learn a thing from your spanking? You will do those things with me and you’ll love it. You’re beautiful when you come…so uninhibited. It’s an honor to witness.”

“It’s just so embarrassing. God, Leo.” She hid her face in his chest, pressing her lips to his skin. “It felt so good, though.”

“No shame. I won’t hear of it. Just tell me how it felt.”

“When you spanked me, it was just a small sting, but then all the nerves inside me contracted. It made me so hot.”

“Go on,” he encouraged.

“I don’t know. I just loved it. When you put your fingers in me…it felt so good. And I looked up and saw Dimitri watching, knowing he enjoyed watching us. The whole thing was crazy…but liberating.” Laryssa pushed up on her arms so she could look at Léopold. “Leo, how do you know these things about me? I’ve never in my life done anything like that before.”

“I may not be able to read auras, but I’ve had the benefit of time. I’m good at reading people, even when they don’t make their intentions explicitly known to me. And now,” he stroked her cheek with his fingers, gazing into her eyes, “the bond has begun. Your blood. It’s as I told you it would be when we made love and I drank from you. I can feel your emotions projecting at me. Like tonight with the food thing…”

“So that’s how you knew…”

“Oui. And if we choose to complete the bond someday, you’ll be able to do the same with me.” Léopold ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I have to ask, though, why is it you felt so ashamed tonight? I could feel that too. Even when you came, you still wouldn’t just let it go all the way.”

“I guess it’s just a hang-up. I’ve been hiding for so long…who I am, how I feel. When I came back from that pond that day, after I died, I had the biggest secret in the world. And when I finally told the people I trusted…my family, they freaked out on me. I mean, look at the lesson I learned when I shared what I was. Pretty much any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, that I’ve had, I kept to myself. Besides, I already felt like some kind of freak. Being naiad, I can’t trust anyone. No one knew about me except for Avery, and even with her, I’ve kept closed up about all kinds of things. Believe me, it’s made for some very lonely nights. My last boyfriend called me frigid. He was right. I just can’t open up. It’s not easy.” Laryssa sighed with the realization that even though she’d accused Léopold of not living, she was guilty of the same. “So then you come along and just kind of sweep me up in this tornado, exposing my fantasies about being watched or held down. I hate it that you can do that. But I love it, too. You are the first person to ever really know all my secrets and accept me for who I am.”

Laryssa took her eyes off of Léopold and noticed the room was lit up with candles. What had he done? On a rolling serving cart next to the bed, there was a large plate of sandwiches, cheese and fruit. Two flutes had been filled with champagne. The bottle sat in an ice bucket along with several bottles of water.

“Oh my gosh. The candles. They’re beautiful…but how?”

“Arnaud. It’s why I had to call him. You need to eat, Laryssa. Especially if I’m going to be feeding from you.”

Laryssa turned back to Léopold and pressed her lips to his. “I’m sorry. I should have told you how I was feeling. I just…I don’t want to see you with another woman. I know you need to eat, but after having you bite me today…what we shared was so intimate. I know it’s not fair of me to ask.”

With ease, Léopold flipped Laryssa onto her stomach and she squeaked.

“Oui, I cannot say if our roles were reversed that I’d ever let you do it to another man.” Léopold rubbed her shoulders and spoke softly into her ear. His semi-erect cock brushed along the cleft of her bottom. “But we’re just getting to know each other, as you’ve pointed out, and what we are proposing is a…”

“Commitment?”

“Oui. Of sorts.” Léopold reached over to a small silver bag next to the food. He pulled out a small bottle, opened it. Pouring the aromatic oil into a palm, he warmed it with his hands before applying it to her skin.

“What is that? Ah, you have magic hands,” she groaned with a smile. “Hmm…smells like cinnamon.”

“You like? I have more surprises for you, my little naiad. Just wait.” Glad she wasn’t able to see the devious grin on his face, he worked down the muscles of her back, smoothing out the knots.

“Should I be scared or happy?” Laryssa knew Léopold was up to something. He hadn’t even mentioned the food aside from saying she should eat.

“We need to talk,” Léopold said, gliding his fingers over her soft globes.

“Hmm…about?”

“Us…how we’re going to proceed with our relationship.”

She giggled. “Relationship. Yes, Leo, I think that’s definitely what we’re doing.”

“But first, let’s talk about toys.” Léopold continued to massage her, letting his thumb circle her puckered hole. With his other hand, he dripped oil onto her bottom.

“Toys?” Laryssa tried to lift her head, but as soon as she felt his finger probing, she sucked a breath and dropped her forehead into the sheets. She was afraid to ask, but managed to mumble the question through the linens. “Hmm…what kind of toys?”

“Laryssa, I want to know everything about you from your favorite color to what makes you scream the loudest in bed. I like to play. And I…want to play with you.” Léopold pressed his thumb into her anus. Feeling her clench underneath his touch, he held it still, allowing her to relax. “That’s right, mon amour. I want to explore all of you. Will you let me do that?”

Laryssa knew what he meant. She hadn’t ever done what he was suggesting. Never had a man known her body the way he did, and he was just getting started.

“I’ve never…I know in the car you touched me there, but I…I’m not sure, Leo,” she hesitated.

“How does this feel?” He removed his thumb and inserted two fingers into her, gently pumping in and out of her back hole.

“Tight, so full…but, oh God, why does everything you do to me feel so damn good? You’ll be the death of me,” she teased. The more he stretched her, the more she wanted him in her. She began to move her hips against the sheets, trying to get leverage as the ache between her legs grew stronger. But as the energy began to build, she felt the loss of his hands. “Don’t stop.”

“Toys. Remember? I’m going to take you here, too, but we’ve got to have patience. See?” Léopold held up a bulbous pink device to her eyes, but pulled it away quickly so she didn’t have too much time to think about its size. Liberally applying oil to the rubber, he replaced his fingers with its slippery point.

“Leo, I’m not sure that’s going to…ah, yes…fit.”
God, what is he doing to me?
She was close to coming undone.

“Push back onto it. See, there it goes.” Twisting it gently, he pressed it past her tight ring. “Just a bit more.”

“Leo, Leo,” she cried. A sting of pain was followed by the most delightful fullness that caused her pussy to flood in arousal. “Oh yes, please, Leo…”

“So beautiful. Look at you. I can’t wait to fuck your ass.” He massaged her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart, then adjusted the plug to make sure it was settled deep inside her. “But now, we must talk.”

“What? Talk? Talk about what? Leo, you can’t leave me…” she begged.

Léopold gently rolled her over, kissing her protest away. Letting his hands roam over her breasts and neck, he cupped her face and held her in place. Capturing her lips with his, he softly brushed his tongue over hers. Lost in their kiss, he speculated that she’d been created just for him. She was so adventurous. Passionate. He knew what he had planned next would unnerve her, but he was altogether certain she’d come alive when it was done. Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he spread her arms outward, toward the headboard.

The sound of Velcro tearing alerted Laryssa but not nearly soon enough. As she sought to move her arms, she found that Léopold had secured her wrists.

“Leo, what are you doing?” she asked calmly. Strangely, the restraints only served to ramp up her desire. Tugging her arms, she tested them to see if they’d come loose.

Léopold slid his body down hers, placing a kiss to her belly as he went. Securing her ankles, He slid his fingers into the cuffs to make sure they held without being too tight. He pushed out of the bed to admire his work, grinning as he caught the look of annoyance on her face. The glorious sight of Laryssa lying spread-eagle on his bed sent a rush of blood to his cock.

“Do you like it? I think it works quite nicely. It secures underneath the bed, so I don’t need to damage the furniture,” he grinned.

“Uh, yeah, very nice, Leo. Look what you’ve done to me,” she laughed. “Okay, fun’s over. Let me go.”

“Come now, ma chérie. Must we have this conversation again?”

“The one about me saying no?”

“The one where I test your limits. You seemed to enjoy it very much last night, not to mention what we just did on the dock.” He leaned over her breast and blew a warm breath on her nipple, smiling as it beaded in response. “And I do believe you are enjoying it now.”

“Hey, what about safe words mister fifty shades of fangs? Safety first.” She gave him a broad smile, continuing to test the straps.

“You’re supernatural, Laryssa. Any confines I place on you are merely ones you allow. At any time, we both know you could move the straps out of place, freeing yourself. Go ahead, do it,” he challenged. “I’ll take you any way I can get you…I’m not picky. Tie me up, tie me down. Whatever.”

She threw her head back against the pillow and groaned out loud, aware that he’d called her out on another one of her fantasies. The subtle feel of surrender felt natural, freeing. “How do you do that?”

“Last night. Your response to me. Every second I’m with you, I know you even better. And right now, I’m thinking that maybe you’re hungry. Do you like brie?” He smiled. Naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and prepared it.

“Brie? You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“No. We need to have a discussion about feeding. So I feed you…open,” he ordered with a smile. She made a face, but complied. He popped the tasty cheesy toast into her mouth. “See? It’s good, no?”

“Yes. Okay, yes. Once again you are right. God, this really is delicious.” She eyed him, noticing that he appeared deep in thought while he was slicing the cheese. “Talk to me, Leo. Why exactly am I tied up while we eat?”

“Because…if we’re going to exclusively see each other, which I believe we are, then I’ll need to feed from you.” Léopold turned to Laryssa and gave her a devilish smile right before he started to spread brie on her nipple. “To be one’s food…well that is how you say…a serious commitment. But for us, Laryssa, it is so much more. Not only will the bond grow deeper,” he stopped to place a slice of cheese in the valley between her breasts and continued, “you’ll begin to crave my bite. Eventually, I anticipate that we’ll want to fully bond. And if that happens, you’ll want my blood as well.”