Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series (33 page)

“And I’m just getting started.” I winked at
him and reached over the bed to rummage around in my overnight bag.
I found what I was looking for and came up with a sharp little pair
of sewing scissors. It would have been easier to strip him before I
chained and cuffed him to the bed, but I hadn’t been certain I
could do that and the main thing was to get him tied down. The
scissors seemed a practical solution—I was just glad he wasn’t
wearing one of his ultra-expensive hand tailored designer
suits.

“This is my favorite shirt,” he protested as
I started at the hem of his blue t-shirt and began to snip through
the soft cotton.

“Too bad,” I said ruthlessly. “It has to come
off. I want you naked under me, Corbin. Naked and helpless and
hot.”

His eyes flashed, looking bluer all the time.
“I thought you were a novice at dirty talk, but you seem to be
doing well enough now.”

“Thank you,” I said primly, putting down the
scissors. I was going to use them on his jeans in a minute but
first I wanted to admire his top half.

“Mmm,” he rumbled as I stroked over the hard,
muscular planes of his chest. “Rub yourself against me, Addison.
Let me feel your naked breasts against my skin.”

I was happy to comply. I laid myself across
him and rubbed, pressing my still bare breasts and tight nipples
against his flesh. He seemed warmer all the time, part of me noted.
The other part was too busy enjoying the feel of my bare skin
against his to worry about anything else.

Slowly, I made my way down his torso until I
was back at his crotch.

“I hope this isn’t your favorite pair of
jeans,” I told him, holding up the scissors. “Because they have to
go too.”

He laughed and I thought he sounded almost
like his old self. “I suppose I must make the sacrifice.”

His words sent a shiver through me—he’d
already made one sacrifice when he laid down his life for me. Would
the risk I was taking now—the sacrifice of my life plus the agony I
was sure to endure if things went wrong—top that? Would it undo the
work of the soul eater?

God, I hoped so.

“Here goes nothing,” I told him and started
snipping.

The denim was a lot tougher to get through
but the scissors were really sharp—probably because I’m not very
domestic and hardly ever do any sewing. They made short work of
Corbin’s jeans and boxers. Since I had already removed his shoes
when I chained his ankles, I now had him completely naked and
spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

His body was a feast for the eyes. Most men,
in my opinion, don’t look very good naked. They might look okay
with their shirt off, but then you get the pants off and discover
they have skinny little chicken legs or no ass to speak of.

Not Corbin. He was perfect everywhere—all
smooth, powerful lines of long, hard muscle. And that included his
cock.

I gripped the long, hard shaft that rose from
between his thighs in one hand and stroked him firmly, teasing a
pearly droplet of pre-cum to the tip. Then, keeping my eyes locked
with his, I leaned down and lapped it off, running my tongue slowly
around the flaring crown until he groaned deep in his throat.

“
Gods
, Addison!”

“How does it feel to be the helpless one?” I
taunted him, going back for a second taste. He was delicious—salty
and warm and satiny smooth against my tongue. His scent was
stronger here too and I liked it—that spicy, masculine, ocean-salt
fragrance that seemed to invade my senses and speak to something
inside me that was purely feminine and totally aroused.

“I love it,” he admitted in a low, rough
voice. “But I would love it even more if you would tease me with
your pussy. Come, Addison, let me taste you.”

His words sent a hot shiver through me. I
could feel my pussy getting hot and wet, swollen with need at the
way he was looking at me.

“Is that what you want?” I teased. Sitting up
on my knees, I spread my thighs wide and reached into my red lace
panties to cup my pussy. Sure enough I could feel the wet heat
against my palm. I slipped two fingers inside myself and moaned at
the delicious tingling pleasure as I caressed my clit.

Corbin’s eyes were heavy with lust. “Come
here,” he growled. “But take off the damn panties first. Or else I
will bite them off.”

“Like you did when you ‘healed’ me?” I asked,
slowly, so
slowly
, slipping the panties down my hips.

“Exactly.” His eyes were heavy-lidded with
lust as I revealed my pussy.

“Admit it, Corbin—you weren’t worried about
healing me. You just wanted to taste me,” I accused him as I
finished sliding off the panties and dropped them over the side of
the bed.

“I
was
worried I might have hurt you,”
he protested as I straddled him and moved slowly up his body. “But
I admit I wanted to lick your sweet little cunt too. Wanted to see
if you tasted as good as you smelled.”

“You like the way I smell?” I asked,
remembering that I had just been thinking the same thing about him.
“Really? I mean, because I don’t use any perfume.”

“Just the scent of your skin and hair is
enough to make me hard,” he growled. “And the warm, feminine scent
of your pussy…” He licked his lips and his eyes gleamed. “It drives
me insane, darling. You don’t know how hard it was to let you go
that night. After I tasted you, I wanted so much to fuck you.”

“Well, you get to do both this time,” I
promised him as I got in position with my knees on either side of
his head. “Is this the way you like it?”

“Come down for me,” he commanded. “I wish my
hands were free so I could tease your breasts while I eat you.”

The thought made me shiver with desire but
there was no way I was uncuffing him. This was barely safe as it
was. Even with the silver chains and handcuffs draining his
strength and the damn stake eating his soul, he was still a very
powerful vampire.

“I’m afraid it’s hands off tonight,” I said
lightly, running my fingers through his hair. “But just tell me
what you want and I’ll give it to you, Corbin—I swear.”

“Right now all I want is to taste your sweet
pussy,” he growled. “Come down to me, Addison, stop teasing me and
come. I want you to ride my tongue.”

I lowered myself as he asked, shivering as I
felt his hot breath against my pussy. I was so hot and needy right
now I could feel my swollen outer lips spreading on their own,
opening for Corbin to give him access to my slick, sensitive inner
folds. Finally we made contact.

It was my turn to groan as he pressed his
mouth to my core. I had expected him to lick me but instead he was
kissing…kissing me as gently and as tenderly as though he was
kissing my mouth. He kissed my outer lips softly, then nuzzled his
way inward to lay a soft, open mouthed kiss against my throbbing
clit.

“Corbin…
God,”
I groaned. “What are you
doing?”

“Loving you, darling,” he murmured, looking
up from his task for a moment. “As much as I can in the time I have
left.”

I wanted to tell him that he had more time
than he thought but I didn’t dare show my cards too soon. If he
suspected what I was planning…

“Love me harder,” I demanded, threading my
fingers through his hair and leading him back to where I needed
him. “Make me come, Corbin. Please, I need to come.”

His eyes widened in surprise and then he
smiled. “With pleasure,
Mistress,”
he murmured and then I
felt his tongue go to work on me.

I moaned as he lapped me—long, slow, hot
licks that went from the entrance of my pussy all the way up to the
top of my slit. Every once in a while he would stop and pay special
attention to my clit, tracing it with the tip of his tongue or
sucking it between his lips until I thought I would die of
pleasure. My whole body was trembling with tension and my breath
was coming in harsh little pants. It felt like there was a wire
inside my lower belly, a wire winding tighter and tighter with each
slow stroke of his tongue and threatening to snap at any time.

At last, just when I was right on the edge,
he pulled back and looked at me. “Ride my tongue, darling,” he
murmured, his eyes drowning deep with lust. “Rub yourself against
me and come for me. I want to feel you coming in my mouth.”

“Yes,” I whispered, pressing closer to him.
My thighs were trembling from being spread so wide for so long but
I didn’t want to stop. The wire in my belly was so tight I knew it
was about to snap and I could feel my orgasm, shimmering just out
of reach like a cloud of drenching rain on a hot, thirsty day.

I wanted it so badly. Too badly to stop. I
thrust my hips forward, getting even closer.

Corbin opened his mouth
and pressed the flat of his tongue against my pussy. I could feel
his fangs at the top of my slit but he didn’t so much as scratch
me. It was all right though—that could come later. Right now I just
wanted to feel pleasure before I endured the inevitable pain that
was to come.

Gripping his hair with one hand and the hard
cold brass of the headboard with the other, I began to pump my
hips. I was doing as he had asked me to—riding his tongue, using
his mouth to get myself off in the most primal way I could. I could
feel his low, approving growl rumbling through me and I saw that
his big hands were clenched into fists above his head. Doubtless he
wanted to be free so he could grasp my hips and control the action
but that was too bad—
I
was in control this time and even
though it was from necessity, not preference, I found I was
enjoying our little power reversal.

In fact, I was enjoying it so much I was
about to come.

Tightening my grip on his hair, I cried out
and pumped against him, rubbing my swollen clit recklessly against
his tongue, shamelessly giving myself to the pleasure that was
rising inside me as the wire finally snapped and I came harder than
I ever had.

“Ah, God…Corbin…
oh!”
Someone was
crying and moaning, making helpless sounds of pleasure that filled
the small room. Somehow I realized it was me but I was helpless to
stop. It was too much, too intense and I couldn’t help myself.

My nipples were tight and tender at the tips
of my breasts and my pussy was wet and swollen, aching with
sensation overload. I could feel Corbin eagerly lapping my juices
as I pressed hard against him, grinding against his mouth to get
every last drop of pleasure, every last ounce of delicious
sensation. I had a fleeting thought that it was nice doing this
with a vampire—nice because I knew no matter how crazy I got, I
couldn’t hurt him. Of course, the same couldn’t be said in reverse
but that was part of the deal.

At last I pulled back, my chest heaving and
my legs trembling.

“God,” I muttered, disentangling myself and
laying against his side with my head on his chest. “That
was…amazing.”

“But not enough,” Corbin murmured
hoarsely.

“Not, enough, hmm?” I looked up to see him
staring down at me, his eyes still blazing with lust.

“Not nearly,” he growled. “Fuck me,
Addison.”

“What?” I looked at him, slightly startled at
his words.

“You heard me,” he growled. “I want you to
straddle me and slide that hot little pussy down on my cock. I want
to feel you all around me, milking and squeezing me. I want you to
pump yourself on me until you come and make me come with you.
Fuck me.
”

“God, Corbin,” I muttered thickly. I loved it
when he looked at me that way and told me all the hot, deliciously
dirty things we were going to do together. And I liked the idea of
being on top this time, of looking into his eyes as I took him into
my body.

“I am aching for you, Addison,” he murmured,
his eyes holding mine. “Don’t make me wait, darling.”

“Of course not,” I murmured, dropping a soft
kiss on his broad chest. Rising up, I moved back to where his cock
was waiting, a hard column of flesh between his thighs. Straddling
his narrow hips, I took it in one hand and rubbed the broad,
flaring head against my slick inner folds.

Corbin drew in a quick, hissing breath of
pleasure as I rubbed against him and I could see his fangs
glinting, razor sharp under his sensual upper lip. Seeing them
fully extended like that made my heart jump strangely in my chest
with a mixture of fright and lust. I had expected to feel nothing
but terror at this moment but I couldn’t be nearly as terrified as
I knew I ought to be—I wanted Corbin too much. Was this how
Cynthia’s lover had felt just before he took the knife and slashed
his arm?

I pushed the thought away and positioned the
head of his cock against my slippery entrance.

“Yes,” Corbin murmured as I prepared to slide
him inside me. “Yes, darling—Gods,
yes.”

We both moaned as I opened my thighs and let
him sink into me. Even though it had only been a week, I had
forgotten how thick he was. It was an amazingly erotic sight to
look down and watch my body try to accommodate him, to watch as my
pussy stretched to take his girth, inch by thick inch, inside.

Finally I had him seated all the way inside
me and I could feel the wide head of his cock pressing hard against
the mouth of my womb. For a moment I just sat there, lost in the
pleasurable sensation of being completely filled by the man I
loved. I wanted to savor this last moment of peace before I did
what I had come here to do. Before I turned Corbin from a loving,
gentle man to a ravenous beast.

I looked up to see that Corbin was watching
me, looking not at the place we were joined, but at my face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “But I
wish you were not so far away. I would like to kiss you.”

I wanted it too but there was no way I could
reach his mouth while I rode him. He was simply too tall and long,
the way I had him all stretched out.