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A/N: So, this is the second chapter. Hope you like it, guys.
Chapter Two
Undisclosed desires
I thought, I would never see him again. There were moments when I even thought that it wasn't real. Only a dream. But it wasn't a dream, as it appeared. It wasn't, because he was here. Again.
He was as beautiful as I remembered him, even more so in the dim light of the room we were standing in. He stayed there, ever so confident, an amused smile on his face, as I looked at him standing in the doorframe, remembering the dialog we had earlier in the evening.
- "We have something to satisfy even the most… exotic fancies." – I said, and he looked at me as if I was lecturing a lesson in a university, and not talking about sexual fancies. – "The chink. We call her Rubber Ruby." – I addressed to the girl then. – "Show the gentleman why, would you, darling?"
She stepped in front of the others, and did what she was used to, showing her flexibility. I looked at the mister, and could tell he wasn't very impressed.
- "Mmm… Delightful" – he said, his voice plain, void of any surprise. – "But it is you I came to see." – he added, dropping his voice a little lower.
All girls fell silent, and began whispering about the handsome gentleman who came to see their Madam. I, myself, couldn't deny that the thought of him and me was exiting me, but…
- "A good merchant doesn't compete with his merchandise, sir." – I said. He came closer, looked me in the eye, and I knew then and there that I couldn't deny him anything. I was lost in his eyes, the color of the ocean. It was as if I was… drawn to him… If his merely presence was affecting me like this, what would the sex with him be like? I was, however, distracted from my thoughts, as he leaned even closer, whispering to me as if he was telling a big secret.
- "And a good customer knows everything has its price." – I shivered at the tone of his voice, a tone that oozed sin and pleasure.
He knew his appearance was making it hard for women to refuse him, and he was taking advantage of this. Yet, only a fool would not. His composure screamed at me: this is the kind of man that has women throwing themselves at his feet. This is the kind of man that always knows what he wants, and, most importantly, the kind of man that always gets it. He knew he would get me, and I knew it as well.
So what price did I have? I certainly needed money, but I could not, and would not, require money from him. It seemed to me that it would… cheapen me, somehow. I doubt that the words he said, "a good customer knows everything has its price", were about any amount of money. The meaning was far deeper. It implied that he would do anything I tell him, pay any price to get me.
My mind was racing. I remembered the speed he was moving at, that night when I met him for the first time. I remembered the way he killed my attacker, a way that a human will certainly not use. I remembered the way he licked his fingers clean of blood, and that made me shiver, as another image flooded my mind. A female body, white from the blood loss, lying on the sheets, no longer white, but soaked with blood.
Could that be true? Then everything people believed in was bullshit? And Bram Stocker was not a madman, but one who knew the truth, unlike the others? It wasn't difficult to put two and two together to understand that he was the same… race as those who killed the girls. And I was just given a chance to save the others...
I'd made my mind, and told him that I'll grant him my time if he'd get rid of the creatures that were killing my girls. He was a bit surprised that I announced this price. Of course he knew I wouldn't want money, but I guess he didn't expect this, either.
So, here I was, standing in the doorframe, with him in the opposite part of the room, looking at me, his posture almost casual, full of pride and confidence. He doesn't say anything, just starts walking toward me, covering the whole distance in three huge steps. His pace is graceful like a predator's, and his hands come to my face as he cups my cheeks, and places a hard hiss on my mouth, his tongue begging for entrance.
I open to him, and his tongue enters me, exploring every part of my mouth. One of his hands embraces my waist, and he rolls me to the bedroom. I feel a little dizzy, and my heart is beating like crazy. God! The man knows how to kiss! I wonder how he can make a kiss gentle, rough and passionate at the same time. In the meantime, he stops the kiss because I need a breath of air and it's my chance to calm down.
Why am I feeling nervous? Like I was a virgin or I actually had any reason to feel nervous. I've done this a lot of times before, for money and not, and I've never been nervous, embarrassed or ashamed of anything. Why starting now?
- "So, mister…"
- "Northman" – he ends, finally introducing himself. – "Eric Northman."
- "My pleasure, mister Northman." – Even his name oozed power. – "My name is Pamela."
- "Your name is beautiful. As is everything you've got."
That made me blush and I guess he liked it, because he smiled a little. I decided to return to the question I wanted to ask.
- "Mister Northman." – I lifted my eyes trying to look in his one, only to see two pools of blue, the color darker than earlier in the evening. It used to be blue like the still Arctic Ocean. Now it was like the raging ocean. So cold and devastating… and yet, full of fire. It gave me confidence. – "What would you like me to do?" – I asked, my voice sounding harsh. His answer was fast.
- "Everything you can, Pamela." – his voice held a lot of anticipation, as if he was eager to find out what I actually could do. – "Or..." – he added with a smirk – "…everything you want"
I was silent, contemplating for a moment what to do. It was clear that he gave me the right to begin how I wanted. Whether he thought he will enjoy everything I would do, or he wanted to know what I liked. What did I want to do, actually? He looked so delicious… so sexy… the only thing sliding in my mind was to get him naked and lick every inch of him. I smiled. Well, maybe that was possible.
I look him in the eye again, and flashed the most devilish smirk I could muster. He returned it, anticipation now even more apparent in his gaze, as he sees I'm up to something. I toss his jacket aside, and then unbutton his shirt, all the while looking at him, never breaking the stare. I take his shirt out of his pants and he helps me get rid of it. His chest is bare now and I can't help but stare. He's fucking gorgeous!
I trail my hands over it, feeling the hard muscles beneath the soft skin. Like steel wrapped in velvet. I reach to his nipples and trace my fingernails over them and he moans at the feeling. Hmm… So he likes it rough, doesn't he? Then rough we play!
I kiss his neck and then go further down. I take one of his nipples in my mouth and suck on it. Hard. It elicits another moan from him, this time louder. I decide to push my luck, and I actually bite him… A little, sure not hard enough to draw blood, but it affects him nonetheless. He hisses in pain mixed with pleasure, his hand pulling my hair and tugging on it, forcing me into another kiss.
In a few moments, my corset is loose and my skirt is on the floor. How? How did he do that? I guess I'll have to get used to that speed… He cups my breasts now, massaging them and his mouth is on my neck, licking and nipping. His hands are everywhere, and it feels so good I just want to forget everything and let him do with me as he pleases, without interfering… But I won't be Pam if I would…
I let my hands roam down to the front of his pants, feeling his hardness through them. I began to stroke him, but not applying enough pressure to get him the friction he so evidently wanted. And then, when I was sure he didn't expect it, I squeezed him hard.
A snarl left his lips and I heard a click. I looked at him questionable, and then I saw them. His fangs. I should have been afraid, but… it felt so… right.
He was looking at me shamelessly, not at all afraid that I won't like them, or that I'll be afraid of them. He didn't say the words, but the message was clear: 'This is who I am. Take it or leave it.'
I looked at his fangs, then at his eyes, and then at the fangs again. God, he was even sexier this way! I lifted my free hand to his mouth and traced his lips shortly, only to go further and touch my fingertips to his little blades, while stroking him with the another hand. He growled and I felt him twitch behind his pants, like I had touched an extremely erogenous zone. He used his tongue to lick my finger, which, as strange as it was, made me dripping wet.
I let my hands roam down to unfasten his belt. I opened the button and poped the zipper down to free him from the confines of his pants. Oh. My. He was huge! I imagined he would be bigger than the norm, but this…
I grinned and took him in my hand, only to hear him hiss again. Mu fingers were still on his fangs, and from the reaction I was getting, I think this was somehow like a double stimulation for him.
I thought about something. I was playing with fire, I knew, but it didn't break my confidence. I made the decision, and traced my index finger along one of his fangs, much lower this time. When I reached the tip I pressed my finger up, drawing a little blood from it. His reaction was even better than I expected. He moaned aloud, licked the blood, then took my finger in his mouth and sucked it. He was twitching in my hand, leaking with pre-cum, and when he let go of my finger, I dropped to my knees to taste him. I flicked my tongue around his head and he shuddered. I then took his head in my mouth and sucked it, taking delight in his snarls and grunts, the sounds of a man in pleasure.
I knew he was holding back, fighting off his orgasm, and I had to admit he had a good control over it. Very good, actually. Even so, I knew it won't take much longer until he came. One more minute, and it will be over. I liked his taste this far, I liked it very much, and I looked forward to actually tasting him. But he had other plans, obliviously.
- "It's enough" – he said, his voice rough, yanking me up as gently as he could in that moment.
I was startled.
- "Were you not enjoying it?" – I asked, even if I knew the answer. I was a specialist in reading body language, and what I saw was very much looking like he was enjoying it.
- "Of course I was, Pamela." – he answered, shooting me a heated glare. – "But it's not fair that I'm the only one receiving pleasure tonight."
- "Don't be stupid!" – I said – "I enjoy it as much as you do." – and it was true. I never ever did enjoy doing this. For other men, that is.
He laughed at my statement, but did not change his mind.
- "I want to taste you." – I said, trying to convince him.
- "Oh, I'm delighted." – he had a devilish smirk on his face. – "But the problem is, I want to taste you as well."
I was silent, not knowing what to reply.
- "Now, Pamela, please lie on the bed and spread your legs for me, or I would do it for you instead."
His voice was soft like velvet, caring only the slightest hint of a threat. Surprisingly or not, that hint was the very thing that aroused her so much.
Now, what had she gotten herself into?
To be continued
