Kai takes me from Claus’s presence to this playroom. I don’t remember a playroom. This room was not here when I ruled, so I’m curious as to what it entails. He takes me to what once was my closet. My closet was not your average closet. It was huge, which always made me laugh because I always wore the same things over and over again. There was no need for a closet the size of a standard bedroom, but there had to be some place to hang the clothes that still had price tags on them.
When I step inside, I see Claus has made use of it in a different way. The room is intimidating to say the least. There are cuffs of all sorts hanging on the wall. To the left of them are whips and canes. A cross is mounted on the far wall with a couch several feet in front of it. In the center of the room is a bed, with several chains and restraints hanging from the ceiling. In the corner of the room is a long bar with cuffs leaning against a wall. And across from the bed is something I don’t recognize. It’s high with a sort of bench on it, but I’m not sure exactly what it is. I shrug. I’m sure I will find out soon.
Kai takes me to the side of the bed and pulls a set of cuffs from the ceiling. They are on a pulley, so they come down easily. He pulls them down in front of me and secures one of my hands into each one. The tension from the pulley raises my arms up and above my head. It stops and I can no longer stand flat, forcing me to rest my body weight on the balls of my feet. It’s not the most comfortable, but it could be worse.
Claus strolls into the room. “Leave us!” he commands.
Kai turns and leaves the room without a word.
Claus says nothing to me but removes his clothes. He makes me watch as his lean muscles contract with every movement. My mouth waters. Once he is completely naked, he turns toward me. “Like what you see?”
With a heavy, aroused breath. I reply, “Yes, My King.”
“Good,” he says, then turns and leaves the room. I expect him to be getting something and coming right back, but he doesn’t. The longer I wait, the more convinced I am that he is not coming back any time soon.
H ours pass. My arms hurt, my feet hurt, and I am hungry. Darkness has fallen over the compound, as the glow from the window has dimmed. I’m so thankful I at least have the window. I hear talking in the outer room and am relieved when I hear Claus’s voice. The horror of that thought is startling. It’s only been a day, and already I am depending on him for some sort of relief. It’s only going to get worse, and I have to remember to keep my mind clear.
He walks into the room and smiles. I hate to admit it, but he is strikingly handsome. His wavy jet-black hair makes the deep blue of his eyes sparkle. His broad shoulders and incredible build would make any woman want him.
I hate that he makes me want him.
“Hello, Serena, how are you feeling this evening?”
“Fine, thank you, My King.”
He slaps my ass, and the sting wakes up all the arousal I had felt before and let pass. “Do not lie to me!” he yells.
“Forgive me. My arms and feet hurt. My neck is sore, and I am hungry.”
He pulls my arms from the cuffs, and the relief of having them down from above my head and the heels of my feet touching the floor cause a small moan to escape from me. He looks at me curiously, his eyes never leaving mine as he undoes the cuffs. “Shake your arms loose a few times and then go lie on my bed.”
I do as he commands, shaking my arms while walking into the main room where his bed is. I lie on the bed and wait.
He comes to the bed and sits next to me. It’s only Claus and me in the room, and I realize, except for the brief moment when he stripped in front of me, we are alone for the first time. He takes the back of his hand and brushes it alongside my cheek. “You are so beautiful, Serena.” His voice is kind and tender. He’s showing me a softer side.
Be careful, Serena. He’s playing with your emotions, I think to myself.
“I want to love you.” He pleads, and he bends down and brushes his lips against mine, teasing me.
His lips are soft, and I want him to kiss me. “Then love me,” I whisper.
His lips crash onto mine, and I find myself kissing him back. The kiss is demanding, possessive, and leaves me wanting more. I arch my back, pushing my chest against him to achieve some sort of friction, anything to relieve the ache that has been with me all day.
Breaking from the kiss, his eyes sparkle with mirth. “Shall I take care of that for you?”
“Please,” I beg and mew.
“I thought you would never ask.” He crawls up onto the bed and over me. After grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me on top of him and pulls me so close I am kneeling and straddling his throat. Pulling me closer, he says huskily, “I have been smelling your arousal all day. I can no longer fight this thirst.” He tips his chin and slides the tip of his tongue slowly between my lower lips.
The warmth of his mouth causes me to buckle at my knees putting my pussy right on his face. His hand reaches to the curve of my ass and pushes me deeper onto his tongue. I have died and gone to heaven. As I get lost in the passion, I chastise myself,
Remember why you came back.
He continues to probe, lick, and kiss my lower lips. Then, I feel a sharp jolt of pain. He released his fangs and has bitten me. He begins to suck. The expanse of steam created by our passion cannot be seen, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there, igniting us to continue. Between the sucking of my blood and the in-and-out movement from his tongue, I am lost. I move my hips to his rhythm without thought. Claus moans as he greedily drinks of my nectar as if he could never get enough.
Lost in the sensation, I circle my hips. My hand trails up and down my breasts and then to his head as I push myself upward to catch every lick, flick, and suck of his tongue and lips. The pleasure begins to rule my body. My inner Lilith awakens and gets lost in the passion as well. She conjures a vortex that pushes us both between here and reality.
Claus growls, and the pressure builds inside me. Claus grips my thighs. He knows I’m close. I feel him responding to me, and I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
My orgasm hits me with a fierceness I have never known. I buck with rippling convulsions. The combination of my hips circling and my body bucking change my steady moans to growls. I’m coming down from the most amazing orgasm ever as Claus holds down my legs and matches his tongue with the rhythm of my hips. He looks up at me, and I can see my juices spread all over his face. Holy shit, that felt good. My need for relief is finally sated.
Claus pushes me off him, gets up from the bed, and walks into the bathroom. Coming out with a wet towel, he wipes his face. He walks to the fruit basket that sits on his dresser, pulls out an apple, and tosses it to me. My reflexes are quick, so I am able to sit up fast enough to catch it. “That’s your dinner. Now go in your cage.”
And just like that, I’ve been dismissed. He pulls on a pair of boxers and lies on his soft bed. Oh, how I wish I could join him. It would be heavenly to be able to curl up next to him and be surrounded by the strength of his arms. I take a bite of my apple. It tastes wonderful, though I’m not particularly fond of apples. Human food, although it can sustain us, isn’t the most appealing, but at this point, I’d eat just about anything. I take small bites and chew them slowly, savoring the fact I was actually being given something to eat. However, I need blood. Eventually, I will go weak without it. I won’t die the true death, but I will lose many of my abilities. Because of my bloodline, I can’t be killed by starvation, like other vampires, and Claus knows it.
Then it dawns on me. I can connect with him another way. A deeper way. A way in which he will know what I feel. One of the abilities Claus and I share as Regalis vampires is telepathy, but not in the traditional sense. We have the ability to send messages into another mind, but we choose what we want them to hear. Not all vampires have this special gift, but those who carry blood from the royal bloodline can.
The room is quiet. I know he isn’t sleeping because we don’t sleep. We do tend to rest our minds though when there isn’t something else to occupy our time. Knowing I am not going to awaken him, I ask through my thoughts,
“Claus? Can you hear me?”
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