Night 5 part 3
Forty-five minutes later, Sands was on his third drink and smiling at just about everything she said. Deadsy was taking a break and the hum of voices, the clinking of glasses, and the rusty smell of some sort of incense floated through the room. "Want to see my office?" Sands asked her.
"Office?" She hadn't thought about him actually having an office.
"Yeah. It's upstairs." He pointed heavenward.
She smiled at him, feeling content for the first time in decades. "Lead the way," she said as she slid out of the booth. Standing she straighten her skirt and waited for him to rise, Sands lurched forward, catching his balance he laughed. His face lit up when he smiled.
"Got to get my land legs," he joked, taking her hand and leading her towards the back of the club. They passed through the archway that, she could see, led to the bathrooms. To the right was another door. He placed his palm on a square of glass embedded into the wall and said, "It's S.J." The door hissed open. Beaming, he turned to her and gestured her to proceed him up the stairs she could see just beyond.
"You have all the new toys don't you?" she questioned playfully impressed by the state of the art equipment with which he seemingly surrounded himself.
Reaching for his hand she began to ascend the stairs. As the door shut behind them they were engulfed in silence. The sounds of the club left behind
She stepped out into an almost surreal world. The entire front of the room was floor to ceiling glass, looking out on both the private and the front club. Very subdued lighting, not much brighter than candlelight, glowed soft. In his office, she realized, the windows were one-way mirrors.
"You're a voyeur." she teased as she walked forward and pressed her palm against the glass. Victoria looked down at the scene below. She spotted Luther, Isabel, and Magdalena all still suffering from the effects of their encounter. The trio sat still, their expressions rather dreamy.
Sands moved up behind her, encircling her waist with both hands. His lips moved against the back of her neck. "Not voyeur; good businessman. We have to watch out for kids sneaking in drugs or selling illegal goods." His breath was teasing against her skin as he spoke.
His touch sent shivers down her spine. She leaned back into his embrace. "It may be for business, but this must be very entertaining."
"How very observant of you," he pressed against her from behind, moving slightly back and forth to the faint sound of the beat rising through the floor. "It can be very enlightening."
"I've made my way by keeping my eyes open." Victoria turned her head and tried to look him. "Your dancing?" her palms rubbed up against his forearms.
He answered her by bending forward and catching her lips in a kiss. She twisted around, her back to the window. He pressed more firmly into her, his hands moving, one down to her belly, one up between her breasts.
Victoria's eyes fluttered with pleasure at the sensation of his touch. How different the centuries would have been if he had been her sire. She eagerly responded to his kisses, her hands massaging his neck and entangling his long hair.
His mouth moved against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, fencing with her own. His long-fingered hand continued down and around her leg, picking her thigh up, encouraging her to wrap it around his hips.
Victoria followed his lead and raised her leg, sliding it slowly along his own muscular limb. When she reached his waistband, she wrapped it tightly around him. She pulled at the buttons of his shirt. The idea that she was leaning against a glass window excited her and her responces grew more passionate. Sands seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her eager attentions. His kisses grew more demanding, his hips pressing rhythmically against her, his finger moving to firmly hold her shoulder as he devoured her kisses. Her hands came up between them and gently she pushed him back. "Is there someplace we can continue this?" she asked between kisses.
"No one can get in here without me allowing it," he breathed. "We're alone."
Smiling she grabbed him and pulled him back into her body, her hips thrusting upward, her leg locking his own into place. He moved his hand up her thigh and under the opening of her silken panties. "These have got to go," he told her, his voice rough with passion.
"So get rid of them," she responded with equal force and smiled wickedly.
He wasted no time, ripping the delicate fabric and letting it fall to the floor. He tried to work the fastenings on his own pants, but he had to step backwards to accomplish that. His eyes searing into hers, he unhooked the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down.
When Sands looked up, he saw that Victoria had pulled the fishnet top off over her head, and was shaking her hair loose. Throwing it to the floor, her eyes dropped and focused on the bulge in his pants. Over his shoulder she saw the outline of a velvet couch. The idea formed in her head. Running her tongue across her lower lip, she pushed him back across the room until the back of his legs bumped into the edge of the sofa and he fell onto it.
"You don't like the window?" he asked her, his burning gaze still locked with hers.
"I think I can do a better job here," she said seductively leaning over to tease his lips.
"Take control then," he smiled lazily up at her, throwing his arms back against the couch.
Straightening up, she placed her fists on the sides of her hips. "Lately I have to do all the work!" she protested.
He raised his chin. "I was wounded in action. Besides, I was ready to do the work over there." He gestured with his gaze to the windows. "You chose the couch. Now you get to do all the work. I'll just sit here..." He smiled wickedly.
She wanted him: he knew it. She sighed. Turning slowly she glanced back over to the window and began making her way across the floor.
"What?" he sounded genuinely surprised. "You want the window?" He was behind her the moment she reached the glass. "You want me?" he growled.
"Yes. . . " she growled back, as she pressed her body against the window, arms spread out wide from her sides. "I want you."
Sands lifted her left leg up, letting her rest it across his hip as he used his free hand to move his clothes out of the way. His mouth found hers. His heated body moved against hers. She squirmed, reaching down to aid the process. "Yes, " she spoke in a half whisper as their bodies merged her head striking the cool glass behind her. Sparks rushed through her as he pressed up and into her.
She closed her eyes, relishing the rushing sensations, the sounds of his passion, the feel of his body moving into hers, against hers. Her thoughts, her imagination, even her memory hadn't done justice to the real thing. It was pure delight, searing excitement. The cold hard glass pushed against her from behind while Sands, all heat and unleashed lust, covered her front.
He moved as if he had known her for a thousand years, each motion unleashing more pleasure than the last.
"You," she mumbled between waves of passion, "were right." Her fingers dug into his arms. "This is better." Victoria's leg tightened and Sands moved as if he could read the signs her body was sending him.
She opened her eyes and saw him bearing his teeth as he moved into her, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. The sight of him gripped her as her own body thrust against his and a deep intense tingling began to tighten within.
Victoria reached up to move the hair from her neck. "Bite me." she urged pulling him forward.
This time, his growl was guttural as he lunged forward, his teeth digging into her hot flesh. She felt his pleasure being released into her own psyche and she gasped at the power of it. Her mouth was suddenly his mouth, her body his, and she could feel his pleasure at the joining with her, his pleasure at tasting her blood. It was almost too much for her to take. She trembled in a unrestrained orgasm. Her back arched against the immovable glass. Her fingers dug into the back of Sands' neck.
Blood trickled from her fingertips, and her head felt light. His mind lay open to hers at that moment. Her eyes popped open. Filled with mixed emotions of pleasure and torment, she fought to shut him out. She wanted to be one with him, part of him, but did not want to invade his private thoughts. Only if he asked, she had told herself from the beginning.
Images were swirling around her and tears filled her eyes as their bodies and minds merged. Wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure hit her.
She gasped out his name, not sure if she was calling him in fulfillment or to beg for more. She slowly realized she wasn't reading his mind so much as he was forcing his emotions and physical sensations into her, filling her mind even as he gasped in release and she felt that, too.
These sensations enveloped her with wonder and surprise. She had not experienced anything like this before. Feeling him climax within her she shuddered and felt as if she would expire from the pleasure. Her knees felt like buckling and she fought to remain up right. "Sands," she murmured with such devotion, with such joy, she shut her eyes not wanting this moment to end.
His mouth moved against her ear. He breathed her name. Slowly, as their bodies stopped moving, her thoughts began to settle. "Did you like it?" he asked her.
She leaned into his chest for support. "I've never felt anything like that, what did you do?" She lifted her head to look into his eyes, which were soft and glowing.
"You know what we do to make thralls? I use that, but more." He made it sound simple, but she knew there had to be more to it.
"Well," she paused her mind still reeling from the experience. "I guess I'm enthralled with you now." she lifted her chin to kiss his lips.
As they parted he tilted his head to the side and looked at her. "Now, seriously, you know I can't enthrall you, right? I mean, you're your own person. It wasn't meant to..."
She stopped him with her fingertips on his lips and a smile. "I know."
Forty-five minutes later, Sands was on his third drink and smiling at just about everything she said. Deadsy was taking a break and the hum of voices, the clinking of glasses, and the rusty smell of some sort of incense floated through the room. "Want to see my office?" Sands asked her.
"Office?" She hadn't thought about him actually having an office.
"Yeah. It's upstairs." He pointed heavenward.
She smiled at him, feeling content for the first time in decades. "Lead the way," she said as she slid out of the booth. Standing she straighten her skirt and waited for him to rise, Sands lurched forward, catching his balance he laughed. His face lit up when he smiled.
"Got to get my land legs," he joked, taking her hand and leading her towards the back of the club. They passed through the archway that, she could see, led to the bathrooms. To the right was another door. He placed his palm on a square of glass embedded into the wall and said, "It's S.J." The door hissed open. Beaming, he turned to her and gestured her to proceed him up the stairs she could see just beyond.
"You have all the new toys don't you?" she questioned playfully impressed by the state of the art equipment with which he seemingly surrounded himself.
Reaching for his hand she began to ascend the stairs. As the door shut behind them they were engulfed in silence. The sounds of the club left behind
She stepped out into an almost surreal world. The entire front of the room was floor to ceiling glass, looking out on both the private and the front club. Very subdued lighting, not much brighter than candlelight, glowed soft. In his office, she realized, the windows were one-way mirrors.
"You're a voyeur." she teased as she walked forward and pressed her palm against the glass. Victoria looked down at the scene below. She spotted Luther, Isabel, and Magdalena all still suffering from the effects of their encounter. The trio sat still, their expressions rather dreamy.
Sands moved up behind her, encircling her waist with both hands. His lips moved against the back of her neck. "Not voyeur; good businessman. We have to watch out for kids sneaking in drugs or selling illegal goods." His breath was teasing against her skin as he spoke.
His touch sent shivers down her spine. She leaned back into his embrace. "It may be for business, but this must be very entertaining."
"How very observant of you," he pressed against her from behind, moving slightly back and forth to the faint sound of the beat rising through the floor. "It can be very enlightening."
"I've made my way by keeping my eyes open." Victoria turned her head and tried to look him. "Your dancing?" her palms rubbed up against his forearms.
He answered her by bending forward and catching her lips in a kiss. She twisted around, her back to the window. He pressed more firmly into her, his hands moving, one down to her belly, one up between her breasts.
Victoria's eyes fluttered with pleasure at the sensation of his touch. How different the centuries would have been if he had been her sire. She eagerly responded to his kisses, her hands massaging his neck and entangling his long hair.
His mouth moved against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, fencing with her own. His long-fingered hand continued down and around her leg, picking her thigh up, encouraging her to wrap it around his hips.
Victoria followed his lead and raised her leg, sliding it slowly along his own muscular limb. When she reached his waistband, she wrapped it tightly around him. She pulled at the buttons of his shirt. The idea that she was leaning against a glass window excited her and her responces grew more passionate. Sands seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her eager attentions. His kisses grew more demanding, his hips pressing rhythmically against her, his finger moving to firmly hold her shoulder as he devoured her kisses. Her hands came up between them and gently she pushed him back. "Is there someplace we can continue this?" she asked between kisses.
"No one can get in here without me allowing it," he breathed. "We're alone."
Smiling she grabbed him and pulled him back into her body, her hips thrusting upward, her leg locking his own into place. He moved his hand up her thigh and under the opening of her silken panties. "These have got to go," he told her, his voice rough with passion.
"So get rid of them," she responded with equal force and smiled wickedly.
He wasted no time, ripping the delicate fabric and letting it fall to the floor. He tried to work the fastenings on his own pants, but he had to step backwards to accomplish that. His eyes searing into hers, he unhooked the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down.
When Sands looked up, he saw that Victoria had pulled the fishnet top off over her head, and was shaking her hair loose. Throwing it to the floor, her eyes dropped and focused on the bulge in his pants. Over his shoulder she saw the outline of a velvet couch. The idea formed in her head. Running her tongue across her lower lip, she pushed him back across the room until the back of his legs bumped into the edge of the sofa and he fell onto it.
"You don't like the window?" he asked her, his burning gaze still locked with hers.
"I think I can do a better job here," she said seductively leaning over to tease his lips.
"Take control then," he smiled lazily up at her, throwing his arms back against the couch.
Straightening up, she placed her fists on the sides of her hips. "Lately I have to do all the work!" she protested.
He raised his chin. "I was wounded in action. Besides, I was ready to do the work over there." He gestured with his gaze to the windows. "You chose the couch. Now you get to do all the work. I'll just sit here..." He smiled wickedly.
She wanted him: he knew it. She sighed. Turning slowly she glanced back over to the window and began making her way across the floor.
"What?" he sounded genuinely surprised. "You want the window?" He was behind her the moment she reached the glass. "You want me?" he growled.
"Yes. . . " she growled back, as she pressed her body against the window, arms spread out wide from her sides. "I want you."
Sands lifted her left leg up, letting her rest it across his hip as he used his free hand to move his clothes out of the way. His mouth found hers. His heated body moved against hers. She squirmed, reaching down to aid the process. "Yes, " she spoke in a half whisper as their bodies merged her head striking the cool glass behind her. Sparks rushed through her as he pressed up and into her.
She closed her eyes, relishing the rushing sensations, the sounds of his passion, the feel of his body moving into hers, against hers. Her thoughts, her imagination, even her memory hadn't done justice to the real thing. It was pure delight, searing excitement. The cold hard glass pushed against her from behind while Sands, all heat and unleashed lust, covered her front.
He moved as if he had known her for a thousand years, each motion unleashing more pleasure than the last.
"You," she mumbled between waves of passion, "were right." Her fingers dug into his arms. "This is better." Victoria's leg tightened and Sands moved as if he could read the signs her body was sending him.
She opened her eyes and saw him bearing his teeth as he moved into her, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. The sight of him gripped her as her own body thrust against his and a deep intense tingling began to tighten within.
Victoria reached up to move the hair from her neck. "Bite me." she urged pulling him forward.
This time, his growl was guttural as he lunged forward, his teeth digging into her hot flesh. She felt his pleasure being released into her own psyche and she gasped at the power of it. Her mouth was suddenly his mouth, her body his, and she could feel his pleasure at the joining with her, his pleasure at tasting her blood. It was almost too much for her to take. She trembled in a unrestrained orgasm. Her back arched against the immovable glass. Her fingers dug into the back of Sands' neck.
Blood trickled from her fingertips, and her head felt light. His mind lay open to hers at that moment. Her eyes popped open. Filled with mixed emotions of pleasure and torment, she fought to shut him out. She wanted to be one with him, part of him, but did not want to invade his private thoughts. Only if he asked, she had told herself from the beginning.
Images were swirling around her and tears filled her eyes as their bodies and minds merged. Wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure hit her.
She gasped out his name, not sure if she was calling him in fulfillment or to beg for more. She slowly realized she wasn't reading his mind so much as he was forcing his emotions and physical sensations into her, filling her mind even as he gasped in release and she felt that, too.
These sensations enveloped her with wonder and surprise. She had not experienced anything like this before. Feeling him climax within her she shuddered and felt as if she would expire from the pleasure. Her knees felt like buckling and she fought to remain up right. "Sands," she murmured with such devotion, with such joy, she shut her eyes not wanting this moment to end.
His mouth moved against her ear. He breathed her name. Slowly, as their bodies stopped moving, her thoughts began to settle. "Did you like it?" he asked her.
She leaned into his chest for support. "I've never felt anything like that, what did you do?" She lifted her head to look into his eyes, which were soft and glowing.
"You know what we do to make thralls? I use that, but more." He made it sound simple, but she knew there had to be more to it.
"Well," she paused her mind still reeling from the experience. "I guess I'm enthralled with you now." she lifted her chin to kiss his lips.
As they parted he tilted his head to the side and looked at her. "Now, seriously, you know I can't enthrall you, right? I mean, you're your own person. It wasn't meant to..."
She stopped him with her fingertips on his lips and a smile. "I know."