The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Page 5

  Suddenly the urge to cry struck me, but I quickly pushed it back.

  No! I am not that girl! I do not weep over a man!

  Oh, but he is far beyond a mere man…

  If only things were more clear. Instead, I feel even more confused than I had before.

  The ache within my body reminding me of its presence, I resolved I would have to do something about it when I returned to the privacy of my chamber.

  With a long sigh, I rose up and glanced reminiscently about the room where he had been just moments before.

  “Oh, Lucius, will I see you again?”

  When no one answered, I departed the room to get back to my own to tend to those needs…

  Chapter Five

  That soon became unnecessary, as while making my way through the corridor, I was passed by one of the Russian male performers. He shot a friendly smile my way. I noticed at once that, like my Lucius, he happened to have long, wavy blonde hair.

  That was all the encouragement I needed.

  Lacking a smidgeon of rational thought in my current state, my primal instincts seized control. I turned and grabbed him, pinning him against the wall. A stunned look came over his face, but it was quickly replaced with one of comprehension as with one look I communicated my intense need to him. I promptly crouched down and took him into my mouth. He leaned back and groaned as I sucked him as though I was famished, stimulating him to full size in a matter of seconds.

  Satisfied that it was just as it needed to be, I rose up and planted myself against the wall beside him. Looking over my shoulder at him seductively, I breathed out huskily, “Fuck me! NOW!”

  Straining to wipe the startled look from his face, he shook himself out of his stupor and moved behind me grasping me by the hips, so that I could feel his muscular chest pressing against my slender back. He wasted not a second in plunging his long cock into my sex. It was just what I needed. As he began to withdraw from me slowly, I slammed myself back against him.

  “Not slow,” I scolded him. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

  The Russian shot me another surprised look. Then he got ahold of himself and proceeded to drive himself in and out of me with all the force he could muster.

  “Like this, huh?” he taunted in my ear.

  “YES!” I screamed. “Fuck me hard… so hard!”

  My cries were so voluble I expected at any moment we would have an audience. But I did not care. I just needed this.

  Really needed it.

  Of course, it was not him I wanted. In my mind, it was Lucius taking me, giving me that which I had been yearning for from him. Swiftly I felt the tightening of my core. I knew with one more thrust of him into me I would have what I had sought from him.

  “Oh, Lucius, push your hard cock up into me as deep as you can!” I begged roughly.

  The Russian obeyed willingly, either too preoccupied to notice that I had called him by the name of another or simply not caring. Withdrawing so slowly that I began to whimper, after what seemed much too long, he thrust his long organ into my depths making me scream out as my insides released their tension.

  “Oh Lucius, God yes!” I panted breathlessly over and over.

  Then I heard a low groan and feeling him pull out of me suddenly, realised he was climaxing all over my back.

  Well, I could have done without that! But I suppose he rightfully earned his reward for helping me out of my bind…

  “Thanks,” I muttered to him somewhat curtly, as I straightened myself up and caught my breath. Smiling at me, the Russian continued on his way without any further words, for which I was grateful. No need to make more of it than it was now.

  Returning to my chamber, I drew a bath for myself, my mind falling back upon him.

  With even more vivid imagining of Lucius after that, in the meantime, I continued on with my life at Sanguelascivia, entertaining the ever changing variety of Vampires.

  The night following my cherished session with him, when faced with the selection process, I just could not bring myself to choose a male. Suddenly, the thought of another male Vampire drinking from me or manipulating my body made me feel ill.

  I would be perfectly content with never allowing any Vampire to drink from my vein ever again— save for him.

  My eyes grazing over the frenzy of hands waving in the air for me, they moved past every male Vampire, finally landing upon the first female they found. She was small in frame, with almond shaped hazel eyes. Her long, sleek black hair made for quite a contrast against her ivory skin. I suppose you could say she was beautiful— for a Vampire, that is.

  Making eye contact, I pointed at her, nodding my head in acceptance. She strode up to the platform, casting a superior leer at every other Vampire she passed. Making my way to the back of the platform I descended the few steps to meet her. Reaching me, she gave me a roguish smile and took my hand, attempting to lead me, rather than the other way around.

  “Please, allow me to lead the way,” I said cordially, trying to make it clear that I was the one in charge.

  Falling back a step, she merely chuckled as though she were amusing a child.

  Yes, the female Vamps definitely have their own challenges. How could I have forgotten?

  While I always relished making love with a human female, I had come to detest my encounters with Vampire females— sexual or otherwise. They were always on a power trip! Damn Succubi!

  Years earlier, I had one who used to come see me regularly. I could not stand the sight of her. For two years I put up with that Vamp! Then when she offered me a position as her permanent live in blood servant, I could not hold back. I burst into laughter while she just stood there staring at me, the fury rising within her eyes. For a moment, I was sure she would kill me on the spot for humiliating her like that. Instead, she just smoothed out her face, jutted out her chin, and turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

  I never saw her again. And was I ever grateful for that!

  Not that I have ever been one to desire that arrangement with any Vampire. But I certainly would never consider such a thing with one of them. Most of the performers were waiting to jump at the chance for that sort of arrangement. But, it had never mattered to me that humans were granted a taste of immortality when bonding with a Vampire master, so long as they did nothing to break the bond. No, I would prefer having my freedom—even if it meant aging as a human and eventually growing old— to serving one of them.

  Besides, I could never swear off the touch of a man, the feel of his taut muscles beneath my fingertips, the feel of his rigidity pushing its way up inside of me, driving me wild, sending me to heaven.

  Reaching the room, I pushed down the lever on the door and opened it. Stepping inside, I turned to her and said, “Please, do make yourself comfortable.”

  As she sat down, I removed my robe.

  Her eyes roved my naked body just as would a male’s. “I thoroughly enjoyed your performance, Gretchen.”

  Of course you did!

  My show that night was an all-female foursome. I, too, had enjoyed it immensely, though even as I had my face immersed in a barrage of female flesh, still he had managed to infiltrate my thoughts.

  “You appear to be rather talented in the pleasuring of a woman… but I will have to determine that for myself.”

  “Most certainly,” I replied. “What is your pleasure, Mistress?”

  I only referred to her in that manner because I knew how they loved it!

  Her grin grew more licentious as she thought it over. “First, come closer.”

  As she commanded, I stepped forwards.

  Placing her cool hands upon my breasts, she cupped and squeezed them, working her way to the centre. “Lovely.”

  I smiled at her in acknowledgement. She leaned forwards and took my nipple into her mouth, scraping her teeth along it. It stiffened immediately under her cool tongue. While she sucked upon me hard, her other hand migrate to my sex, her fingers working their way through my folds. J
ust barely brushing over my clitoris, she went straight to locating my opening. A chill shot through me as she impelled her cool fingers into me.

  Well aware of how easily they offend, I was sure to affect a moan for her.

  Seeming quite pleased with herself, she said proudly, “It seems you are already moist for your Mistress.”

  “Oh yes, my Mistress,” I responded, playing the part.

  “Your scent is delicious! Let me taste you,” she declared, pushing me back onto the settee.

  Sprawling my legs apart abruptly, she pushed her face right into my sex. After having a moment to adjust to her cool tongue, I begin to derive pleasure from her tongue lapping over my flesh. As though purposely avoiding my clitoris, her tongue darted about all over my sex, occasionally just brushing over it. Nevertheless, it swelled, making it increasingly more difficult for her to ignore it. Every sweep of her tongue over it stoked the fire building up inside of me.

  Starting from the bottom, she glided her tongue up my slit, prompting my labia to fall open. Sucking my labia into her mouth greedily, she plunged her fingers into my cunt, making me moan in pleasure. Fast acquiring a mind of its own, my pelvis wiggled in attempt to push my engorging clitoris towards her tongue. To my frustration, still she managed to avert it. She was driving me crazy and she knew full well what she was doing. Even with her fingers, though she drove them into me, never did she go just deep enough.

  Even for all of her twisted efforts, I could feel the sensation in my core gathering. And as though she were entirely aware of it, she stopped cold. Stopped licking me. Removed her fingers from me. Nothing more. Instinctively, my hand moved to my sex to remedy the abandonment which had left me whimpering.

  “No!” she commanded. I looked to her in shock. “You are not to touch yourself unless I permit it. Is that understood?”

  I could have screamed in frustration!

  Still, I shook my head in agreement, fully aware of how to play this game.

  “Good,” she said, smiling as she set to removing her own gown. Proudly revealing a set of pert tits with upturned nipples, she continued. “Now before you can know your own pleasure, you must first grant me mine.”

  Seeing my admiration of her, she smiled. “Turn around and sit back.”

  As I did so, she straddled my lap, so that her breasts were in my face. Giving them a playful jiggle, she began swaying them before me, rubbing her nipple across my lips.

  “Suck them,” she commanded.

  I willingly obeyed, taking her nipple into my mouth and circling my tongue about it teasingly before drawing it all the way in for more serious suckling. She leaned her head back and moaned in approval. My hand migrated down to my sex, but she grabbed my wrist before I could reach it.

  “Lay back!”

  She wasted not a moment in climbing atop me as I lay back upon the settee. Her knees straddling my shoulders, she pushed up, presenting her sex to my face.

  “Lick my pussy, Gretchen,” she commanded with a mischievous smile

  I submitted, anxious to please her so that I could earn my own satisfaction in return.

  As I went to massaging her with my tongue, she teasingly ran her fingers across my body, pinching my nipples.

  After several minutes of my submitting to her, she climbed off of my face and suddenly said, “Good girl. Now turn over and get on your knees.”

  Anxiously, I did precisely as she ordered. When I was in position, I glanced back to see that she had a leather phallus and was strapping it around her hips. My sex clinched in response as I took in the size of it, realising at once what she intended upon doing. When she had finished fastening the contraption, she leered at me and said, “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Gretchen?”

  “Yes, Mistress,’ I replied dutifully. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Satisfied with my response, she smiled and stepped towards me until the tip of it was poking at my slick opening. With scarcely a little push, it slid in effortlessly. I moaned as it sank deep into me.

  “You like my big cock, Gretchen?” she asked, withdrawing it slowly and slamming it into me again.

  I cried out in pleasure. “Yes, Mistress, I like your big cock!”

  “Is that all?” she probed, repeating her movement in me.

  “I love your big cock!” I screamed, not knowing how much more I could take.

  Stilling herself completely, I whimpered, which seemed to give her pleasure. “And what should I do with my big cock, Gretchen?”

  Anxious to feel it again, I played along. “I want you to fuck me with it, Mistress! Fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock!”

  She drove it into me once more, the moisture of my insides surging around it.

  I hoped that would satisfy her so that I could immerse myself in imagining that he was the one fucking me, instead of her.

  “You may touch yourself now, Gretchen.”

  At last she was quiet! My hand going to my clitoris, I was finally able to think of him, envisioning that he was the one behind me, making love to me with his body.

  That was all I needed.

  My pleasure reaching its apex, I climaxed, wishing more than anything that I could call out his name.

  Still thrusting the huge phallus into me, the moment I exploded into orgasm, she grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back and sank her fangs into my neck. My orgasm ripped through me as she sucked my hot, sweet blood from me. I knew well by now how this was by far the favourite method of most Vampire’s— drinking from the human during the onrush of sexual chemicals sweetening the blood.

  Chapter Six

  Six days later, in the late afternoon, there was a knock upon my door. Without bothering to put on my robe, I answered the door in the nude. To my disappointment, it was only my handmaiden.

  “Package for you, Signorina!”

  In her hands she held up a large package. It had been carefully giftwrapped in fine paper.

  “Place it upon my bed, please,” I instructed her. “Thank you, Marcella.”

  What could this be?

  Following her to the bed, I stared at the package a long moment before sitting down. I picked it up. It was lightweight. Unable to stand the suspense any longer, I commenced to tearing the paper off. Beneath it, upon the box was the name Valentino’s. I knew of it well, it was a shop which offered the finest items of fashion— although I most certainly had never bought anything from there. Sporting garments from that store was the mark of a fine lady. Someone like me would be lucky if they could afford so much as a singular glove from that store.

  My stomach was flooded with butterflies at the possibilities.

  What could this be? Could he be sending me something? Oh, I do hope it is from him… I do not know of anyone else who could afford something from that place!

  Slowly lifting the lid of the box, I saw an envelope with my name written in script sitting on top of the tissue paper. I picked it up and turned it over to open it, unfolding the note card inside.

  Upon reading it, my heart fluttered along with the flock of butterflies in my belly.

  Claim me? Fateful night? What could he mean?

  It did not really matter to me what was inside anymore. I was simply elated that he had been thinking of me enough to do something as meaningful as this!

  Nonetheless, moving the paper aside to reveal his gift to me, I gasped.

  Inside was the most stunning corset I had ever beheld.

  It was fashioned of the finest ivory silk. Over each breast, embroidered into it was a faint floral pattern. The bust line was edged in scalloped black lace which hung enticingly off the shoulder to swath delicately about each arm and then curved suggestively inwards around breast. Finally, another sculpted appliqué of black lace graced each hip. Black satin ribbon served as the lacing for the back. As if all of this were not abundant decoration, the entire edge of the bust line, as well as that of the bottom hem, was adorned in dangling filaments of three dainty pearls each culminating with a large teardrop ruby
, making the corset all the more lavish.

  It was breathtaking— an absolute work of art!

  With the hundreds of jewels set into it, it surely cost more than I could ever fathom!

  That’s awfully arrogant of him, assuming I will select him!

  I threw myself back upon the bed in surrender.

  Oh, who am I kidding? I would choose him every time if only he were there.

  I could not wait to try it on. But for now, I had to ready meself for my requisite performance. I could only imagine how nervous I was going to be with the knowledge ahead of time that Lucius would be out there watching me, waiting to be alone with me afterwards.

  That night, I was scheduled to perform with three men. I knew very well what licentious carnal combinations a scenario such as that would yield. My stomach tied itself into a knot as I wondered what he would think of seeing me as that. I wished I had been assigned something less scandalous for the night he had chosen to come for me. But I knew there was nothing I could do to change it.

  When my performance began, I scanned over the audience meticulously. When he was nowhere to be seen, my heart sank. Perhaps he had decided not to come after all. Or perhaps he had only played a cruel trick upon me. I could not understand why he would not be there.

  Nevertheless, still holding onto my hope that Lucius would hold true to his word, I intended upon readying myself for him. After my performance, I went back to my chamber and bathed. Then my handmaiden brushed my hair till it was smooth as silk and applied makeup to my face. And at last, the moment I had waited for, I stood before the looking glass holding his corset to my chest while she laced up the back, pulling them tight so that my cleavage appeared to be bursting forth from the top.

  I quickly slipped on some lace topped sheer black stockings and heels, and a pair of over the elbow black lace gloves. I topped off the look with a string of pearls. Satisfied with my appearance, I smiled at myself in the looking glass. I hoped he would be completely stunned when he saw me!