With love for my muse.
"I missed seeing you upstairs today. You know I enjoy seeing you drift about." He glanced down to the woman strewn on his lap; she gave a little shrug. He didn't require her up there with him but she was free to do as she liked. "So you didn't care for them, the Cullen's?" Scarlett was being too polite, she seemed like she didn't want to answer him but he wished to know as his curiosity demanded satisfaction and if indeed true, her dislike of the Cullen's, would amuse Stephan immensely. "Whatever your opinion I will accept it, you know this."
She wanted to squirm away, change the subject but it wasn't like this were a menu selection or a question of going out shopping or sightseeing that she could dismiss. "I care about them in a physical sense I guess, I don't want them ever to never come back but I don't know if I'd like it if they did?" He had left her alone most of the day after they had left while she slept and that only made her wonder if she acted the right way around them or if it was just nothing and he needed to get work done; so she did think about them a fair deal. "It just seemed to me that Henri and Yvette were more accepting than them, like they didn't think there was an issue between us but the Cullen's, however innocent they tired to be had a motive more than being worried about me?" Scarlett fixed her gaze out the window to see the faint reflection of them sitting all cuddled up on the plush couch; she could very well imagine that he could see her expressions quite easily as well. "It was like they wanted to pretend to be civil but still snubbed me as human where Yvette made it clear I was inferior and still tried to be my friend." She smirked to herself. "The Cullen's, however nice, felt fake?" She twisted her head slightly to look up to the man whose hand was reaching for a pastel.
Vladimir smirked down to her; she was ever so perceptive. "As much as they are friends and I would entrust your safety to them I would never trust them with any of my dealings or confidences." The sweet pastel in his fingers was rubbed on the woman's lip for her to take. "Fake, fragile would be a better way of describing the friendship we have with them. We don't care of what they choose to eat or who they associate with but for them to think they are better than the rest of us normal vampires is telling of their own inflated egos. The ones that ally with them only do so because of the talent in their coven and it's in the hopes that they could benefit from it but Stephan and I know better. We know and are quite certain they would never risk any harm to come to anyone in their unit in defence of an outsider." He chuckled and twirled a lock of Scarlett's hair though his fingers; how he still loved how long she was letting it grow now. "Those that choose to associate with us, their motives are clear and they expect as much from us as we do of them. To put trust in any of our kind who aren't part of our coven is futile, we learned that lesson time and time again the hard way. Enough of that. I'm am quite pleased you perceived that of them and shared your feelings with me," he lifted her hand to kiss it "your honest opinions are all that I ask when we are alone love. Now then, we will be going on a trip to Japan. My business partners wish to discuss new dealings and also show off their hospitality to you but I suspect they just wish to be near you again, the magnificent woman that left them spellbound in Paris," He let her fingers linger near his lips so he could press his lips to the ring on her finger. "I know I am still in awe of her and will be for some time."
"Japan?" Scarlett gave V a concerned look. She had never been so far before and was unsure about it. "I'm not worried about going there I'm concerned about them, they were nice and all but I got the feeling they were fond of me in other ways that, that if you weren't beside me I'd be worried.
Recalling the little conversations out of normal earshot in Paris he gathered that she picked up on the Asians opinions of her. "I could go alone?" The turn of S's look from worry to full out disagreement was quick. "No, I see leaving you would disagree with both our wishes." S shifted in his arms on his lap slightly, this quiet evening was exactly what she needed, they needed, from the last few busy days they have had. "I could just tie you up in the room to keep you all nice and safe?" There was a grumble and 'no' murmured. "Alright then, I'll only tie you up while we are there alone and let you go free when I'm in a meeting."
Scarlett huffed, "How is me saying no to one consent to the other?"
She was getting better at his jests but he did love keeping her on her toes. "Very well, you can tie me up first and then it's my turn." He held her close as she tried to escape his arms; he chuckled at her continued huffing at him. "There there love, you know I won't push you too fast to do anything you are not ready for." She settled back down and he kissed the top of her head. He did want her to think about it, question it, become curious enough to ask; to try. He trusted himself enough to not get lost in the moment if she did let him. He fished another pastel from its box, an orange one, and set it on her lips. She sighed deeply at the taste and he savoured the moment with her, appreciating how deeply the taste not only made her body feel but the ease it brought her mind in its memory.
Scarlett got up after the pastel had dissolved in her mouth, now that he had released her, and with one look she had V up and was leading him to the bedroom. As much as she was told she was enough, even felt that she was enough it seemed that he had so much more planned for her; was it from the first time they met or when she admitted her love for him, she didn't know. "So did you want to try ..?" Her voice was uncertain and she even heard it too. His hands were on her shoulders, he was standing behind her when she stopped dead in her tracks in front of their bed.
The one thing he'd always allow his woman was time. Time to think, weigh options and decide on preferences; this desire of his was something too important to him to fail. She might as well still be wearing the blindfold and he was leading her back to her room for what he felt in that second. "No love." His arms wrapped around her and his fingers found the top button of her blouse. "I want you to come to that when you are ready. I should never wish to put you into any situation where there is any uncertainty or fear. When we are in Japan you will not be permitted to leave my side unless Stephan decides to accompany us but other than that, it will be your call entirely if you choose to be away from me. I don't care if they protest your presence either, they accept it or we go. I don't think there will be any dangers or plots in place to upset you or I as they are quite eager to impress." He was slowly unbuttoning her top and slipped it off of her and then inched her loose pants off. "Will you let me have you tonight love?" There was a nod from her. "Not too tired?" 'No' That little response was enough for him to toss her onto the bed and take her but she needed to be warmed up. "I am a very fortunate man then." Her bra was undone and he eased it off her, from her responses she was already feeling the anticipation. "Do you need a moment love?"
Her head shook, she knew he was asking if she needed to go to the bathroom; it was something he actually made a point of asking her in one of their previous conversations. He still insisted on clarity between them and as awkward as it made her feel sometimes it was also him proving to her that whatever the situation it was her needs that took precedence. She started to turn around, wanting to return the favour of being undressed when he titched at her, she stopped. He meant to be in control and that made her wonder, deepening her anticipation. She closed her eyes and just stood waiting for him to initiate. It was his soft breath at her ear that made her the most excited, more than his hands on her breast and her belly.
Mind over matter and her mind did the most splendid things to her matter that it was the most natural place to start; after all, she needed to be rewarded for being so open about the Cullen's without his needing to pry too much. "I do love how your breast feel just after they are freed, so warm and soft." He cupped the one to support it, feeling its weight and firmness as well as the warmth radiating from it. "How you don't keep them out all day to play with I'll never know, they are quite splendid love." The coolness from his hand on her must have made her shiver or was it what he was saying; he accepted both to be valid. "You seem ready for me rather quickly h'm?" He skimmed his nose on her neck still holding her firmly against him; how easy it would be to take such a willing human he mused, but even then, she would be gone for an eternity. He crushed the darkness of the thirst in himself away for later for others who truly needed to be erased from existence. "Such a fine and ripe aroma love, I do love how you smell, when you are wanting for me to invade your body." Soft kisses covered her neck and shoulder, her breast was released only to give the other the same courtesy. The hand he had at her belly, he stretched his fingers out and tapped softly on her skin to move her mind to that area of her body. "Let us feel," His fingers dipped under the hem of her panties through her folds, she whimpered softly but he held her firm as softly rubbed her clit and felt inside her. "so ready. Let us taste to be sure." The flexible material covering her flexed as his finger pumped her ever so carefully and slowly to deepen her desire. Still holding her against his body he removed his fingers and lifted them to his lips; he purred. "So very ripe and ready, I will savour you my love." He let her go to rid himself of his clothes and was back to holding her as she was in mid wobble; with another easy motion she was swept up and he had her laying on their bed. He mumbled to himself as he moved her arms up and crossed her wrists above her head and then reached for an item that had not been used in some time; her blindfold. The room was lit enough for her to see so there was a little look of concern when she saw it. "Not to worry love, this will not be fastened to you." He draped it across her eyes so that with a turn of her head it would fall. "Little steps. Remove it at your will but your hands will stay where I placed them." There was a soft 'yes' from her even though it was one of uncertainty he proceeded. Her outstretched body before him was a dream and he would savour it and thank it fully. Her foot was lifted up and he started kissing it at the ankle and slowly moved up her leg; massaging it as he went. Scarlett licked her lips and her heart was already beating rapidly when he reached her thigh only to start again with her other leg; he wanted her as eager as him if not moreso. When he had finished repeating the same to the other leg her breath was heavy and her scent was so very rich. He had wanted to do this very thing with her from the first month she was with him; how delicious she smelled when her body was ripe and ready for a seeding that would never take. His tongue lifted up one edge of her panties and sharp teeth easily ripped the material; she gasped and there was a squirm. He might have smirked, if he wasn't already, as he did the same to the other side and then slid his tongue down into her folds. He sucked, kissed and teased her into a frenzy, his tongue would dip inside of her and taste her essence repeatedly that would leave her whimpering for more. His hands held her thighs firmly as he continued to draw a never ending stream from her until her body gave up the fight, gave up trying to draw out its pleasure and erupted. The flow of blood to her core and the heat from her thighs at his cheeks made him groan for it; he would need to feed that night but not from her veins. He rose up, leaving her legs open, knees bent and positioned himself between them and lifting her bottom up he wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his tip into her heated core. "Little steps are easy, are they not love?" Scarlett was still panting and a breathy 'yes' left her lips; she kept her wrists crossed and the cover on her eye in place. "You are being so good to me love, letting me pleasure you this way." Vladimir started pumping her slowly, he watched his length moving in and out of her, the simplicity of the motion giving them each so much satisfaction. Her growing tightness around him, his tip and length opening her up and collapsing her silky walls building up the pressure within her but it was so much more, the depth in the connection that they felt. He watched her steadily rise up in her excitement, listened to her heart beating rapidly, her biting her lip as her body shook. As he felt her near her ends he thrust into her rapidly and when her walls finally gripped him tightly he held her firm to spill inside of her.
Scarlett was seeing stars by then, her eyes were still clenched tightly when the blindfold fell off; she was gasping for breath. If this was not the best she had ever felt it was near close to it. It was incredible. It was only Vladimir's continued spasms that made her eyes crack open; she saw his head back, her legs on either side of his waist, heard a low grumble and felt his stream spurting deep within her. What they had done, what he let her do to her moved him deeply; it took him a few moments to finish. She saw his chest rise for a breath and his grip loosen from her legs when he looked down to her watching him; he looked drunk with pleasure. She did that to him, she took an incredible amount of pleasure in it.
He looked down on her lovingly, how much did he want to crush her beneath him and take her over and over again but her fragility held his resolve firm; she was too precious. He released her one leg and held out his hand for hers and she hesitated for just a moment before she realized he wished her to now move. His other hand scooped up underneath her and he lifted her to straddle him upright and he set himself back so his back was on the headboard of the bed. "Not too tired love?" Her head shook as his arms embraced her carefully. With a tilt of her hips she started rocking herself over him and he groaned deeply; how perfectly selfish she was. He thanked his stars and the gods for his existence and hers as her quickened breaths filled the space. He grasped her rear and helped her move steadily over him, she braced herself by gripping at him and the headboard; her movements so forceful the bed shook. How he loved her, how he loved how the scent from her dampened breasts smelled. Her quickened pace came to an abrupt halt suddenly and she hissed 'too deep' and attempted to pull away from him; he held her in place, he murmured. "Never love." Her breaths were quick as she recovered herself but he was questioning what he felt the moment she pulled away. Holding her steady with one hand, with the other he lead her lips to his; she couldn't help but lock on to his lips and her hips slowly started rolling her hips into him again but now he slowed her down, controlled her motions. She pulled her lips away again when he contacted her deeply; she whimpered. "Shh now love, your body wishes me into itself." Her eyes were clenched and she felt rigged and hesitant. "Think love, recall how it feels to reach your peak, how delightful the release of all that tension and allowing my love to flow through you." A little nod with gasps. "Feel that and kiss me." Hesitant lips found his and she kissed him; she wanted his love so desperately. He kissed her so earnestly and allowed her to take as much of his venom as he could bring forth as he slowly felt her depths with the smallest of motions. The softest of kisses on his tip made him pause and groan with pleasure before he fixed his tip into the ring deep within her and stopped his movements and held her still. He flooded his mind with images of her, all of them that he treasured, he felt at once all they evoked in him but it was the quiver of her body her lips on his and her touch that made his body jerk up and release all that he had deeply within her. Her lips pulled away and she whimpered but held onto him so tightly, shaking. One. Two. Three very long seconds passed before he loosened his grip. "Fantastic." He pulled her head up from where it was buried so he could look her in the eye; she was still panting heavily from the discomfort. "Nothing in my existence could compare, nothing." He searched her eyes, he hurt her, she let him hurt her. "And that will be the only time I will experience it. Never again will I allow it." She watched him but then her eyes closed and her body went rigid; her arms gripped him as she shook and panted rapidly. Her body squirmed and her heart started racing. Vladimir thought the worse when she groaned how warm she felt but as soon as she did her body crushed itself into his and her legs squeezed him tightly. In the next moment she went limp in his arms and her body stilled. He watched her with a puzzled look in his eye, "Well that is two times I have done that to you." he smirked as he carefully attempted to set her down onto the bed and dislodge himself from her. For a moment he had thought he damaged her and the venom had breached her veins but this was entirely a different puzzle to be solved. He bundled her up tightly in the bedding and waited for a few more moments to listen to her body before he left her to go feed. The burning in his throat demanded it.
The room was dark, pitch black when Scarlett opened her eyes, with a few moments she knew she couldn't move much at all. Her eyes closed and she sighed, she wasn't ready to move, not just yet, she needed to think of what happened to her last night before she blacked out. Again. Last thing she recalled was V saying he'd never allow himself to penetrate her so deeply, she recalled how it felt, the discomfort of it. But then, he had the most powerful orgasm that lasted for some time; she recalled feeling its coolness deep within her and then fading. And then, then, her body bursting with such energy. She smirked and then felt herself being rolled onto her back. The bit of light that she couldn't see was reflecting around in his ruby eyes that were looking down on her. "You will do that to me again as often as I want." He was peeling her free of the covers so she could move; he knew she didn't like to be bound. "I might even let you keep the blindfold on me the whole time even." His brow raised and he shook his head; she frowned.
Heightening the intensity of what Scarlett felt, with her eyes hindered, was a brilliant success; he felt it in her. It was so much more satisfying when she complied, wished to please him in his fantasies with her. "For one, that was not at all comfortable for you and second, your body is in this state of ready for a short time every month, three to four days and that is not enough time, should we endeavour, for you to recover to attempt it a second time." The crease in her forehead was fixed, she wasn't happy with his reply but he ignored it and continued unwrapping her from the covers to see if he had hurt her elsewhere. The coldness from her when he touched her was evident, she was more than not happy, she was angry; this would not do. He sighed. "You would have me break my promise to you love?"
"If I asked you to that's different." Her body did ache but it always did the morning after they made love; this was no different to her she thought. "It felt incredible, you felt incredible and if you took that away from me then that would be worse." His fingers were brushing over the sore spots on her where he held her so tightly; the memories were still vivid. "Do I have to beg?"
That got his attentions, visions of her on her knees, begging him and he shook his head but then shrugged. "No need to beg, I will delight you in anyway you wish but if you want to be on your knees for me that would be most a pleasing sight." She smirked and giggled at him and pulled away. She needed to attend to her physical needs and he just watched her for the view and to see if there was any further damage to her as she moved; there was none. He got up and was dressed and was up to his desk before she emerged. He was in a mid phone call when he heard her routing around in the kitchen for food and then settle to eat what she found. He thanked the gods for his existence yet again that day. An hour passed before he heard her in her workout space, she was on the machine that let her run on it. He reasoned if he had hurt her badly then such a thing would not be possible for her to do; she ran for some time at a steady pace, her heart sounded so strong. She then did some stretching, lifted weights and occasionally stopped for water. As busy as he was completing his tasks and analyzing the market tends on his computer screens he was also thinking of her. She, even after they parted still kept fit, yet before he met her she didn't. Her work was exhausting so perhaps that's why she didn't. But then he considered she did not have a reason before him; her employment with Liz then her coming to him. She needed to say fit for that but why did she insist on being so for him now? He initially thought she liked her time with Jane and not to risk her exposure to ailments he now gave her a space to continue her activity. He did not require her to be fit, he should be flattered but there was something in that. Vladimir thought perhaps she still felt inadequate or she was challenging her eventual physical demise that time brought. "My love is fighting time itself to stay with me." Scarlett's phone buzzed on his desk and Liz's name came up on the screen, he picked it up and answered it. "Good day Liz. Just a moment I will fetch her for you." Liz was stunned into silence for the second it took for him to reach where S was, knock and enter. He saw her sprawled out on the floor drenched and looking like she was indeed back from a war. "Liz is on the line love." He handed down the device and she took it with one hand and then took his leg with her other hand meaning him to stay.
"Hey. Hi, Liz." Scarlett was still gasping for breath, the crunches she was doing were hard ones. She listened and looked up to the man who was smirking down to her; there was no point in him going she thought, he could just listen to the conversation and she wouldn't need to repeat it to him. "What time?" She looked at her hands, they were in a dreadful state. "Sure, I'd love to, my hands could use some pampering. I'll meet you there alright. Bye." Liz didn't like coming over too much and she wanted time with her friend in a neutral setting. The phone was set aside and smiled up to V. "Thank you for bringing me that, I forgot I had left it upstairs." He gave her a nod. "I should shower before I go, I don't want to stink up the place." She was picked up instantly and brought to the bathroom.
He liked it more and more that she had a friend she could go spend time with, confide to. Liz was, from all that he knew and researched about, was a good person and considering the circumstances of her knowing about him, very trustworthy. "You don't stink to me madam. You do however smell quite intoxicating and we can't have you luring men in from the street when you are out. She giggled as he set her down and just watched her peel away the dampened fabric from her body; he was captivated. "Just your hands love?" He saw her then start to fuss with the elastic that was bundling her hair so he pulled her hands away before she became too frustrated and wished to trim it. "We leave in two days for our trip, do let Liz know so she is not worried about you as we will be there for a few days and then venturing into the country to sight see on our own."
"I'll see if I can get my feet done too, or go back before we go if I need to so they are nice." She wondered why V was lingering, if it was indeed her 'scent' that was keeping him there or if he wanted more. "Should I pick something specific up for the trip? I'm not sure, you usually think of everything." His fingers quickly released her hair from the elastic and then she noticed he had cut it.
"Hair ties." He flicked the elastic into the trash. "Ones that will not get caught so easily and endanger your hair." Scarlett was shimming out of the tight shorts she had dawned. "Your lipgloss is low. I would be at a loss to find you another there that would prove to be a suitable talismen for you." She turned to look him in the eye. "Any underthings you'd like, the ones that you feel the most powerful wearing." He leaned down and kissed her softly. "And anything else you'd like for the evenings when we are alone. I will see to the rest. I don't want you to be stressed around them and be worried over what you are wearing, so, if it's not correct it will be on me and me alone." He wanted this to be easy on her so on future trips there would be no stress in her going, and besides, it took him less than a second to plan it all out for them. He had to pull himself away from her so she could get ready to go and also eat something before she did. He looked at the shower and back to her. "Next time h'm?" There was a sparkle in her eye and he was already excited about it. He went back to his desk and got back to work but not before making sure a security detail was ready for her.
"And why were you so out of breath when I called?" Liz looked over at her friend who was not even breaking a blush at the suggestion; the manicurist was desperately trying to focus on her work.
"I had just finished a bunch of tummy crunches and was between sets, that's all." She knew what her friend was up to and it was almost too funny in one way but it made her feel sad that she didn't have the same arrangement. It was Liz that picked her life back up not once, from that awful job and poverty but then twice again when she was so frightened and uncertain of the man she was now deeply in love with. She hadn't done a thing back in return for her except be her friend to her, and a poor one at that. "I was still too sore from the night before to be doing anything fun with him anyway." The manicurist dropped her file and darted off to go get another one.
Liz giggled. "I bet you were." How her friend managed to have sex with the granite man was still perplexing her slightly. Liz lowered the volume of her voice. "He's not hurting you I hope because that can't be the most comfortable, um, thing to, you know.."
Scarlett shook her head slightly and smirked, inspecting her nails. "He is very careful, and …" The girl returned and set to finishing her nails and applied several layers of clear polish; Scarlett wanted a 'neutral' look so V could put her in any colour. The two attendants then lead them to a set of spa chairs and put their feet into the warm baths to soak. "As I was saying, and all that strength is very handy in making sure I'm not in a bad position to be hurt." Her head shook and she smirked. "He just really, I mean really likes doing it and I swear I was never like that before but he's just so damn good that I don't ever want to say no." She sighed. "It's so corny but I feel like a teenager when I'm with him and I'm just so connected to him."
LIz fussed with the controls on her chair; they were always buggered up from the person before with the most ridiculous settings. "You're right, that does sound corny." She laughed and set her head back. Life could be worse, she could be just where she was but alone so having a friend beside her, one who was and trusted her so intimately with her deepest of secrets, was pretty good. "So he still has security on you I've noticed."
Scarlett gave a nod, "Yep. He's funny that way. He's all worried when I go out and if I don't he's all happy to have me around but tells me I'm always free to go out. Something about me not being his prisoner or something," She shrugged. "he is worried I'll get mugged again probably." She still would never go out at night now, life was too good to her. It was odd that she was never afraid to go out in the dark before but then again, she had nothing to lose. "You've done so much for me Liz, I wish I could pay you back somehow."
LIz gave Scarlett a good hard look; no, being well off now with the man of every woman's dreams didn't change the person Scarlett was, not deep down inside. That vampire was lucky to have met her or, Liz thought, no, she honestly didn't consider that he'd let a woman trick him. That vampire knew her friend was the real deal. "I'm fine how I am, don't worry about it. Pretty much everyone before you got the hell out of this place the second they landed their whales without so much as a card at Christmas. No, it's all good with me just to have a friend come with me to have nails done or go grab a lunch with from time to time." Liz reminisced for a moment, she had lived a lifetime by Scarlett's age and felt suddenly so much older now. "So one, possibly two weeks then? I'll miss the hell out of you." She huffed, "I guess I'll feel like a stupid teenager texting you every few hours to make sure you are okay."
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