Luis acted on pure instinct. One moment he was looking at her, admiring his blood on her lips, and the next he was spinning her around to face the door. Snagging her flailing arms with one hand, he used the other to swipe the blood from his lips. Speaking against her ear, he growled, “That wasn’t good girl behavior.”
“I’mnotyour good girl,” she snarled.
“You’re right,” he allowed. “You’ve got three strikes.”
Careful to only use his unbloodied fingers, Luis searched out the high slit in the side of her gown. She made a soft, needy sort of sound when his skin brushed the warmth of her silken thigh.
He’d stroked his cock to the thought of what she’d feel like. He’d imagined the slick clench of her cunt and the way she’d beg him for more as she strained against the ropes that kept her still. He’d had her in a thousand different ways in his mind, but nothing compared to the shock of just that glancing contact.
“Bad girls make their vampires bleed,” he tutted, dipping his bloodied fingers past her panties and into the slick cleft of her hungry cunt. “And bad girls get their pussies spanked.”
Tracing the shape of her swollen clitoris until he was certain it was smeared with his blood, marking her in a primal way that made everything in him viciously pleased, he breathed against her ear, “Does my bad girl want her spanking?”
Her breath left her in a shudder. Her desire coated his fingers, and he could practically feel her heartbeat in that vulnerable, perfect flesh he’d marked. But he still wanted to hear her say it.
After all this time, after all his careful patience in trying to win her trust thenormalway, he needed to hear it come from her.
The wait was excruciating. Luis pressed the tip of his tongue against the pulsing gland in the roof of his mouth, trying to ease the discomfort, as he waited for her answer.
Francesca’s wrists twisted in his grip, not hard enough to make him think she truly wanted to be released but to warn him she was testing the boundaries. He held firm, neither yielding nor tightening his grip. Just waiting.
Her rapid breaths were loud in the silence. Her response was even louder.
“Yes,” she whispered, thighs spreading.
Triumph swelled his chest to the point that he momentarily worried he’d crack a fucking rib.
Wanting to reward her for her good choice before he gave her what she’d earned, he pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear. “That’s my girl,” he praised, voice low with approval.
It was deeply gratifying tofeelthe effect those words had on her. She trembled in his hand, and the opening of her cunt fluttered against his searching fingertips with undeniable need.
I knew it,he thought, ripping her panties down her thighs.I knew I could give her what she needed.
He didn’t have to tell her to step out of them. She did it automatically, until the tragically plain black garment looped around one fragile ankle. Using the toe of his dress shoe, he nudged her other foot farther apart, leaving plenty of room for him to work.
“Three strikes,” he informed her, “three spankings. Volunteering for the Blood Games is worth way fucking more than that, but since you don’t know my rules yet, I’ll let you off with just this. We’ll discuss a more appropriate punishment later.”
“Later?” She twisted her neck to give him a shockingly defiant look, considering her position. “I didn’t agree to?—”
He didn’t let her finish. The tips of his fingers came down with an audible snap that nearly buckled her knees. It annoyed the perfectionist in him to not be able to put her in the proper position for this, but seeing as he was working on the fly, he made do.
Francesca jerked, her neck arching, and rolled those painted lips between her teeth. It barely muffled the sound she made when he paused to give her a teasing stroke, building the tension.
He scraped her earlobe with a fang before he whispered, “That’s one.”
Luis waited for her to relax a bit, the sting easing, before he delivered another sharp slap. This time, she couldn’t contain her noises. Her mouth opened with a breathy, “Ah!”
He buried his smile in her fragrant hair. Whatever she’d agreed to, whatever happened tonight, there wasn’t a chance that she’d be thinking about anyone except him. A tender, swollen cunt had that effect.
Three strikes to her folds was, in his estimation, letting her off easy. She’d be sore for a couple hours, but it was nothing compared to what hewantedto do. That would just have to come later.
Luis figured they were running out of time, so he couldn’t spare much attention to that needy bundle of nerves that had to be crying out for attention or the dripping channel ready for his cock. Even if he wanted to give her some relief — which he didn’t — he couldn’t risk her being discovered with him.
She’d signed a damn contract, and that meant helping her break it might put her in danger. He’d seen nasty termination clauses in his day, and if Easton thought she was valuable enough to be worth the entry fee he did, then there was no telling what kind of teeth he’d put into her contract. As much as Luis wanted her, he absolutely refused to risk her.
So he delivered his final spanking with sharp precision. Francesca’s back bowed and her arms went rigid in his grip. “Please,” she gasped, hips rocking.
Luis sucked in a measured breath. The scent of her arousal saturated the air, making an already sweet aroma that much richer. It clung to the back of his tongue and curdled the tasteless synth in his stomach.