A Night at Tears of Crimson (18 page)

“Are you not taking me home?” she was confused as they pulled into the circular driveway. In truth, she didn’t want to leave him, but knew he needed to rest. The thought of being alone in his house with his employees was unsettling.

“I would ask favor of you in that you humor me this night, until we can speak again,” glancing over quickly, he was hoping she would not deny him. He would never rest if he was not fully assured of her safety.

“I would never deny you anything Rafe,” as much as she knew it would be awkward without him by her side, it was impossible for her not to give in to his wishes.

He got out of the car, please by her words, and moved over to her door opening it and offering his hand. She placed her hand in his and he lowered his mouth to kiss the soft skin. “Thank you for allowing me this pleasure lover,” smiling warmly at her, he led them into the house.

Calvin met them at the door and Rafe explained that no one was to enter until he awoke tomorrow. He guided her upstairs and into his bedroom allowing himself one more passionate kiss before pulling away. “Please make yourself at home here my love, and just remember not to open the shades until the sun sets,” undressing quickly he climbed into bed casting one more longing glance her way before his death sleep overcame him.

She stood there watching him for several long minutes, trying to grow accustomed to the sight of him lying there not breathing. It made her heart ache as she allowed the silly fear to move through her mind that he might never wake up again. Shaking her head, she forced herself to walk into his bathroom, trying to stop the thoughts from overwhelming her. Undressing, she stepped into the shower and allowed the warm stream of water to relax her. She bathed off using his body wash, and couldn’t stop the giggle as the scent of musky spices surrounded her. She found it extremely comforting to smell like him.

Stepping out of the shower Cara dried off quickly, then rummaged through his drawers until she found a comb. Working it through the tangles in her hair, she yawned in exhaustion. Glancing back at her reflection in the mirror though, she was shocked at the vibrant woman staring back.

Smiling at her own reflection and then feeling a little silly for doing so, she tip-toed out into the bedroom and found Rafe’s chest of drawers. Finding a large t-shirt, she slid it over her head laughing as it fell to her knees. Trying not to disturb him, she climbed into bed beside him, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the softness of the pillow.

9
Tears of Acceptance

Cara woke up completely disorientated, until she glanced over at Rafe, still sleeping motionlessly. Sliding out of bed carefully, because she honestly didn’t know if he would wake up before sunset, she quietly walked into the bathroom and made use of a spare toothbrush he had still wrapped in cellophane. It took a few moments to comb out her now disheveled hair and she wished there was a rubber band to pull it up in.

For several long minutes she debated walking downstairs dressed in only a t-shirt, but finally hunger won over and she decided that the shirt covered more than most dresses. Calvin met her as she reached the bottom of the stairs, and she couldn’t help the blush that found her cheeks. He was attired so professionally and she felt like some homeless person off the street in retrospect

“If you permit me Miss, I will send one of the servants over to your home and secure some clothing for you,” he noted instantly her discomfort in her manner of dress and wanted to please his Master by seeing to her needs.

“Only if it’s no trouble to you, Sir,” She had no idea how to talk to this man, but would definitely feel more comfortable having some of her own things to wear.

“It would be an honor to do this small task, Miss,” he smiled warmly, finding Master Rafe’s friend utterly charming. It had been months since the Master had brought a human companion home, and never had he allowed one of his pets to stay overnight. It had been so long since he and his lovely wife Jasmine had the opportunity to care for guests. “Please follow me into the dining area, and I will have my wife prepare your lunch.”

Feeling like a pampered princess, she followed him into the room and sat down at the end of the long table. “Thank you for treating me so kindly,” She was still blushing as he bowed and exited the room. Cara couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be pampered this way every day of her life and then felt guilty for thinking the thought. A large antique grandfather clock chimed in the room and she nearly jumped out of her seat it had been so quiet. It was almost four o’clock in the afternoon and she gasped at how long she'd actually slept.

Calvin walked in with a tray, and Jasmine was right behind him with a glass of orange juice and sweetened tea. “If you would let us know of your preferences I will make sure they appear on the table,” Jasmine smiled warmly, enjoying having the opportunity to actually cook for a guest again.

“Please don’t trouble yourself on my account,” She could have kicked herself as the woman's face seemed to lose the warm smile it had earlier. “What I meant to say is that I will make a list, as long as it doesn’t inconvenience you.”

“Believe me Miss, there is no inconvenience at all,” Jasmine smiled again, finding the manners of the Master’s new friend impeccable. “We get very few opportunities to serve guests and enjoy those we are given,” she felt guilty for giving out such personal information to the young woman and glanced at her husband apologetically.

“You have both been so incredibly kind to me, and please call me Cara,” she smiled warmly. She definitely wasn't use to all this formality and in all honestly it made her feel a little nervous.

“Thank you Miss Cara,” Calvin bowed slightly, “you honor us with your kindness.” He gave a knowing look to his wife, and she walked out of the room. It wouldn't be proper to get overly involved with the Master's pet, especially since the Master had not yet made his intentions known toward her.

“If you have need of anything Miss Cara, please do not hesitate to ask,” Calvin bowed slightly.

It was readily apparent that they were not going to relax their formalities, and she sighed under her breath. "Thank you, I'll be sure to do that, Sir." She watched him bow again and walk out of the room with a dignity that had her feeling as if she should curtsy. It was definitely going to take some time to get used to having someone wait on her in such a way, she thought to herself.

She glanced down on the plate of red beans and rice, and various other dishes and thought it would definitely be nice to enjoy this every day. Drinking the glass of orange juice first, she quickly devoured her meal. For reasons unknown to her, since being with Rafe she was always extremely thirsty and starving. She wondered if it was because she didn't think about eating when he was around. As she sat back at the table looking down at her empty tray, she made a mental note to start paying more attention to her eating habits.

Calvin walked in and smiled noticing how the young woman had enjoyed her fare. "Your clothes are settled in Master Rafe's room Miss, should you require anything else, please do not hesitate to ask." He had personally retrieved the young ladies things and it gave him a deeper understanding of her nature. It was apparent that the Master had made a wise choice in a companion, and he knew that Rafe's generosity would well serve the young human.

She thanked him politely before making her way back upstairs. As she opened the small suitcase, it appeared that the servant had been incredibly thorough. It made her feel a little strange knowing that someone had been through her things, but she quickly shook that feeling off because she felt much more comfortable having her own things here. She pulled on her bra and girly boxers and found a pair of walking shorts and a t-shirt. They had even found her favorite sandals. She shook her head at how efficient they were before sliding them on. Rafe was still asleep so she decided to explore the maze he had shown her. She walked downstairs and out through the back door, still in awe of the beautiful landscape.

She glanced over to her right on the cobblestoned floor, and her eyes were drawn to a circular swing hanging from the rafters. Deciding that later she'd definitely have to try that out, it was something she'd never seen before. A fire pit was a few feet away she couldn't help but notice again how everything about this place screamed elegance.

She walked down the steps, and the soft scent of jasmine surrounded her, she inhaled deeply feeling as if she was walking through paradise. Every flower imaginable seemed to grace the huge garden, and she couldn’t help but be amazed by the beautiful colors and the landscape. The maze reached as far as the eye could see, but as she made her way down the stone stairs, a huge Olympic sized swimming pool off to her completely mesmerized me with its overwhelming beauty.

It wasn’t the enormity of the pool that caught her attention so much as the bridge crossing over the center and the cascading waterfall that rushed beneath it. She could only gasp at how the waterfall reminded her of the forest where she and Rafe had loved so passionately the night before. It was pretty apparent that he had it recreated after that location. Just staring at the falls brought the memory of their lovemaking back into her mind full force. Turning away from the pool, she decided a walk through the maze would probably be the best idea as the thought of being in Rafe’s arms under that waterfall was enough to make her want to run back to his bed.

Blushing at her own thoughts, she forced herself to the maze and began weaving in and out of the paths, giggling as she got lost over and over again. After hours had passed, she finally made it to the center of the maze and sat down breathlessly on one of the huge iron wrought benches, enjoying the scenery. The sun had already set and she knew she'd been lost in the maze for quite a while, but it didn’t matter.

“A garden nymph has found her way to me,” Rafe laughed softly watching her eyes widened at the sight of him. It was apparent that she had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard him walk in. Walking over, he knelt before the bench where she sat and placed his hands on her knees enjoying the swift intake of her breath as her body instantly responded to him.

Feeling her body flush, she couldn't help but allow her eyes to roam over his beauty, and sighed in longing. He took her breath away as he stood there, his hair still damp from his shower and his beautiful body shown off to perfection in the pair of black shorts and tank top he was wearing. When he knelt before her, her body instantly became aroused. As he parted her legs and moved in between her thighs, she moaned slightly, feeling even more embarrassed.

Laying his head on her chest, he heard the drumming of her heart and his arms surrounded her holding her to him for long moments. His body instantly hardened as he felt the peaks of her breasts stiffen against his face, and he lifted her shirt and bra in one fluid movement lowering his head to the rosy bud. Suckling deeply, he almost groaned himself as her back arched to push against his mouth. His fangs descended and he released her breast long enough to toss the offending garment away before quickly unclasping her bra, casting it aside, before returning to the other breast. Cupping the weight in his hand he allowed his fangs to graze the sensitive bud. Needing more, his mouth trailed lower across her ribs and to her navel, his tongue delving in there and enjoying how she tensed at the sensation.

Stopped by band of her shorts from tasting her further, he quickly stood and brought her to her feet before pulling her shorts and underwear off, casting them aside in one quick movement before laying her down on the grass. “You drive me insane with desire love,” he growled as his head lowered and he parted her thighs. His mouth found the fragrant scent of her curls and his tongue lapped at the silken folds.

She pressed her hips upward at the sensation of his mouth, and her body flooded with desire on the verge of coming undone almost instantly. Merciful heaven, she thought to herself as his tongue laved across her flesh and delved deeply inside. Her body tensed as it struggled to find release. Her legs moved over his shoulders without hesitation, and he continued driving her insane with mouth. She knew she would surely die from all the pleasure he was giving. Whimpers escaped her lips as each stroke of his tongue brought her closer to pure ecstasy, and she cried out in abandonment.

Pulling away from her delightful taste was agonizing he thought, as he stood to remove his shorts and underwear quickly. He wanted to bury himself so deeply inside of her that neither of them knew where one began and the other ended. Coming back between her parted thighs, he drove into her deeply stretching her tight core. Her gasp at being filled so completely urged him on and he rode her like a man possessed. Driving into her tight hot core and retreating, only to plunge faster and harder again. Her legs wrapped around him, making him even hungrier and the frenzy of their passion increased.

Every thrust of his body claimed her and she arched up to meet him greedily. He stretched her so deliciously and she couldn't stop herself from screaming his name out loudly, aching to find that point of release where heaven awaited. Her nails dug into his back unknowingly as she demanded everything he had to give and more.

Pumping faster as he felt her body clench on the edge of release, he never wanted to stop driving into her soft folds. She fit him perfectly and he fought to gain control until her body flooded his with her passion. Knowing she had found fulfillment as he felt the clenching and releasing of her velvet glove milking him, caused his own body to release deep inside her beautiful body. A growl escaped his lips as her silken sheath tightened draining every ounce of his passion. Holding her tightly, he refused to leave her body allowing himself to grow soft inside of her. Placing small kisses on her cheeks, and her eyelids, he felt completely undone. After long minutes he rolled over pulling her to lay on top of him, not wanting to burden her body with his weight.