Part 21 (1/2)

”d.a.m.n!” I smile at my own foolishness. ”I don't normally have the sound on. That threw me for a second there.”

Stepping out of my skirt, I hook it onto my booted foot and toss it in the direction of Rafe's heap of clothes.

”Hi, I'm Iona. The front desk sent me up at your request.” Her voice over the speakers pulls our focus back on to the monitor.

”I'm Joanna, please come in.”

Iona steps into view. She's wearing a loose flowing skirt and a matching low-cut, peasant-style top. The gentle sway of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s beneath the top indicates she's not wearing a bra. Looks like she has come prepared if Joanna shows an interest in more than blood.

Rafe chimes in like he's watching a stag film with buddies. ”Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.”

”Can you keep those comments to yourself please? I'm trying to look out for the welfare of an employee.” I snort as I finish the last part. Even I can't claim altruistic motives at the moment.

Rafe runs his hands down my hips and presses me forward. I place my hands on the desk and push back to nuzzle his c.o.c.k with my b.u.t.t.

Iona speaks to Joanna in the other room. ”I've never donated before. Can you tell me what you'd like? I don't want to disappoint you.”

Joanna smiles in response. She stalks forward and leans in to Iona's neck. ”You smell like Vivian, but she hasn't fed from you. Interesting.” She takes Iona's hand and gently pulls her further into the room. ”Why don't you take a seat? I prefer the femoral artery.”

The sound of fabric ripping pulls me back to myself. My thong flies in the direction of the clothing. A wet tongue pushes into me from behind. Firm hands grasp the inner tops of my thighs, spreading them for better access. Slick, velvet pressure tickles my c.l.i.t.

I toss my head back and growl out, ”Ohhh...that feels good.”

”Femoral artery? Is that the top of my thigh?” Iona's excitement comes through as her voice rises on the last question.

Joanna cups her cheek, leaning forward to place a light kiss on Iona's mouth. ”Is that okay, kitten? I won't if you'd rather not. There's always the neck and wrist.”

In answer, Iona reaches down to her hem and raises the long skirt up to mid-thigh. ”No, that's fine.” Her voice sounds breathy. ”Whatever you'd like.”

Rafe grunts and pulls away from my opening. Mewing softly, I look back at him.

You hoping to watch them while you do me? You're a bad boy.

Joanna walks back to the bed, returning with the pink s.e.x toy. ”This thing is cool. Have you ever tried it?”

Iona smiles, more confidence in her now. ”Oh, yes. The Cone's phenomenal.” She laughs out loud, visibly relaxing into the chair. ”Vivian gave all the employees one for Christmas last year.” She sits up in the chair and gestures Joanna over, retrieving the device from the other woman's grasp. ”Let me put it to my personal favorite setting. It pulses in waves and gets pretty intense.”

I'm only human. Rafe angles himself behind me, wrapping his fist around himself. And they are pretty d.a.m.n hot. The crown of his erection probes my wetness, teasing me with a bare inch.

Iona lowers the vibrating device to the floor, placing it between her feet. She settles back in the chair to watch Joanna. The perky blond vampire steps up and squats over the cone. She lowers herself on it, gently pus.h.i.+ng Iona's thighs further apart while descending.

Rafe's thick head moves from my dripping center. A thick finger slides down my a.s.s crack, plunging into my p.u.s.s.y and drawing back out. It leaves a wet trail back up to my tight sphincter, circling the muscle before pus.h.i.+ng in.

”Mmm... yeah, more baby. Push that thumb in deep.”

Rafe complies, making my back arch in response.

”Good choice, this one is delicious.” Joanna punctuates the comment with leaning in and kissing the maid's thigh. ”But not nearly as delicious as you're going to be.”

You bad girl, you like watching Joanna on that toy.

My eyes focus back and forth from the ladies on the monitor, to the vague reflection of Rafe and me in the screen's s.h.i.+ny surface. Both are so compelling, I'm glad I don't have to choose one and look away.

I squirm back, searching for the big hard d.i.c.k I know is there. Don't make me beg! Put your c.o.c.k in me, dammit!

Smack!

Rafe's hand collides with my rump. The movement presses his thumb in deeper and I moan out my pleasure. A second, softer smack follows the first.

Don't get bossy with me, or I may make you wait until the ladies are through.

A glance at the screen reveals the vampire's hand is hidden under Iona's skirt, at the juncture of her thighs. Joanna is kissing just below, at Iona's inner thigh, while riding that cone for all it's worth. s.h.i.+t. She hasn't started to feed yet. They could be a while.

Rat b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I bet Rafe would make me wait. I reach out with one hand and click the system to dark. ”I've seen enough to ensure Iona is safe. No need to infringe on their privacy more than is needed.”

”Aww, no fair. I was enjoying that.”

Are you trying to tell me you aren't enjoying this? I pull forward a bit, and look back over my shoulder.

He runs his other hand up and down my back. No, liebling, you know better than that. It was s.e.xy to watch and play at the same time. He punctuates his desire by pulling me back in place, while driving his thumb in again. Rafe places his c.o.c.k at my opening, teasing me with the pressure again. I love driving you crazy with want, my love. You're so d.a.m.n hot and responsive.

Want me to play dirty? I push out with my desire, allowing it to fill the small room like a cloud. I feel a shudder pa.s.s through his whole body, reverberating down his arm and into his wicked thumb as well. Sensing what's about to come next, I tighten my inner walls in expectation.

Rafe removes his thumb and roughly grabs my hips with both hands. My a.s.s is forgotten in the race to drive his erection into me as fast as he can. Silk on steel pushes into my tight sheath. The sensation of being finally filled, after an hour of torment, quickly pushes me to the edge. Pus.h.i.+ng back, my hips move in a slow circle. Rafe drives back and forth in deep and steady strokes.

”Oh G.o.d...just like that,” I choke out. The waves start to build inside and my internal muscles start to ripple along his length. ”Faster...please...”

”No.” He keeps his rhythm the same, no faster, no slower. ”I'm gonna bring you again.”

Hearing that, I let go. Tossing my head back, I moan out my peak to the room.

My power pulses up and out with my release, ratcheting up Rafe's already increasing need. The liquid rush between my legs allows him to slip in and out with ease.

Hot, sweaty skin touches my back. His hand snakes around to my front and tickles my sensitive, erect c.l.i.t. Another hand cups and squeezes my left breast. The kneading sensation combines with the thrusting and circling to push me higher once again. Our movements on the surface of the desk trigger the wireless mouse to activate and the monitor jumps to life with the two ladies.

”Uhnn...ohhh...” Sounds of female voices reaching o.r.g.a.s.m fill the air.

”Mmmmnn...”

Hips piston back and forth slapping against my rump. Rafe's thick c.o.c.k slides in and out in time with his attention at my eager nub. I arch back into the feel of my husband's body, no thought for the images on the screen. His hand leaves my breast and a strong fist wraps into my long tresses to tilt my head back with force.

”Yes, yes! More, G.o.d, please more!” Iona's plea bounces off the walls in the little observation room and Rafe's thrusts come faster in answer.

The feelings and sounds quickly overcome me, forcing my second o.r.g.a.s.m like a steam train. Clenching my p.u.s.s.y around him, I try to increase his sensations as well, hoping to pull him into the abyss with me. My hair tingles along my scalp, the pressure of being held in place counterbalancing the taut muscles in my neck.

Rafe whispers into my ear, ”Come for me, my G.o.ddess. You're mine.”