And then he stared deep into my eyes. Soul-searching deep. As if reading my truest intentions, my most basic needs. As if, despite all his ego-crushing dominance, he was only interested in what was best for me.
Whatever he saw made him slowly smile, and disappear in a puff of mist.
Seconds later he reappeared in the doorway, filling it, his erection jutting. Two ties dangled from his hand.
Okay, I invited it. But was I ready for this? Was I ready to make love with a vampire, join the mile high club, and have my first experience with being dominated all at once?
Nikos sprang onto the bed like a leopard bringing down its prey. He caught my wrists and wrapped a tie around them, looped it between, twisted and knotted it with quick, sure moves to form shackles.
Well. Ready or not, I was getting it.
He tore off my jeans and bound my ankles while I was still getting used to having my hands fettered. Then he leaped to hands and knees over me, leering down at my bound form. “Now. What will I do to you?” He smiled, slowly, his lids lowering suggestively. “Ah, yes. Anything I want.”
What would Nikos’s eyes look like, heavy-lidded with desire? Now I knew. They looked hotter than a furnace. Blazed brighter than the heart of the sun. Slowly I tilted my head back, offering him the soft skin of my throat.
He made a deep, possessive sound and dropped his mouth to my neck. Kissed along the ridge of tendon, nipped the line of my jaw. Sucked little love-nips along the side, licked the small hairs. I shivered.
His sucking got more raw. Harder. My blood leaped to meet his mouth, my pulse starting to throb. His tongue rasped the flesh, stoking my need. I arched my neck to offer everything he wanted, anything he wanted, forgetting he could take all that and more.
Nikos hadn’t. He licked my throat until I was in a frenzy, scored sharp need with his fangs. But he didn’t bite, despite my silent urgings. “Not yet, love. We have two hours. I’m going to use all of it.”
The plane swooped, my belly with it. Two hours of foreplay? Butter me and throw away the twist-tie, ’cause I was toast.
But what could I do? My hands and legs were bound and my body was penned in by several hundred pounds of male muscle. When Nikos seized my breasts in both hands and suckled me through lace until I was sore and moaning, I was helpless to stop him.
“I could thrust down your throat,” he purred. “I could push my cock into your hot mouth, stroke deep enough to touch your tonsils and you’d have to take it.”
“I could scream. I could bite. I’m not completely defenseless.”
“Mmm. Your white sharp teeth on my shaft. Your screams of pleasure in my ears.” His cock expanded. “You’re never defenseless, my strong, capable love.” He grabbed my bra with clawed fingers and shredded it.
“You owe me a thirty-dollar bra, Spartan.” My voice was breathless. “And a fifty-dollar sweater.”
“And how much for the panties?”
“Wha-?”
Too late. He’d slashed my string bikini panties in three places. They were nice panties, too, with a little heart charm dangling on one side, now lost in the bedclothes.
“Hey…what am I supposed to wear when we land?”
“Me.” Nikos’s purr was so loud it was almost deafening. He turned me on my side and plastered himself to my rear, legs supporting mine, erection nestled against my buttocks, ripply abs lining my spine. Nibbling on my earlobe he added, “Inside and out.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
His arm banded my hips, his fingers seeking my vulva. “You don’t have a choice.”
I tucked my pussy out of reach. “I always have a choice.”
He thrust his hand between my tightly-closed thighs. I expected him to complete his conquest by driving his hard fingers into me, but he only massaged the tender flesh of my inner thigh.
“You have a choice,” he agreed. “But I can help you decide.”
His hand was so warm, so exciting. He rubbed his hips against my behind, his cock stuttering against me, arousing me more. His mouth plundered my ear, breath hot.
“What happened to my conquering Greek?” I was panting.
“Ancient Greeks also employed guile,” he murmured in my ear. “Trojan horse?”
“Inside of which were conquering Greeks.”
“You’ll have to open the gates to my enticements first.”
“You’ll have to entice harder.” But I arched into his questing hand. His palm slid up my thigh in response, fingers circling nearer my sensitive labia. When they brushed the ends of my public hair I strained against him.
“Is this hard enough?” He tickled my pussy with the tips of his claws.
“Not nearly.” My hips rocked of their own accord, seeking his caresses in front, his hard ridge of hot flesh in back. His cock flexed against me in return, a drop of fluid teasing the downy hair on my coccyx. I released a sigh of pleasure.
“I can do more.” He pushed a hand under my ribs, cupped a breast and drew me snug to him. I felt lips on my ear, fingers kneading my breast, hips rubbing mine slowly, erotically. A palm rasped up my thigh to the soft, wet, now-throbbing juncture.
And then, frustratingly, he said, “Enough?”
“No.” I tried to grab him to show him just how not enough, to make him bite my lobe or pinch my nipple or rub forcefully between my legs-and jerked wrists against tie. “Damn.”
“Yes.” Nikos’s purr resounded in my ear, against my spine. “Whatever I want. As long and slow as I want.”
In that moment I understood. Two hours. He planned two hours of this. Would I even survive half that? “If you ever want sex with me again, you’ll speed this up, Spartan.”
The plane dipped, rolling me into him. He held me closer, licking my ear softly. “The thing about Spartans, my strong, independent woman, is that we are trained. We have almost limitless self-control. Incredible patience-and endurance.” One finger touched the top seam of my labia, wiggled them gently apart. Stroked the lightest touch down the shaft of my hardening clit.
I groaned. “How much endurance?”
“Let’s see,” he said, lifting my hips to him and filling me with a single thrust.
“Uhhhn.” I panted. My vagina stretched around him, resonating with that possessive impalement.
His finger stroked the hood of my clit, barely touching it, over and over. I surged to meet him, urging him to pet harder. He kept up that same light mind-numbing stroking.
“Come on Nikos.” I tried to press into him, to rub myself harder against him. He simply gave under my pressure. I tried to grab for purchase with my legs but the tie binding my ankles stopped me. My pussy clenched helplessly around his throbbing shaft. His purr increased at my obvious frustration. “Damn it, Nikos, enough. Screw me, bite me, already.”
“No. Anything I want.” He pinched my nipple, plucked it.
I groaned. “Fine. Whatever you want. As long as it happens faster.”
He laughed. “Yes, my mistress. No, wait. I am master now.” He stroked once into me. Then lay throbbing inside.
I squirmed on his thick erection. Clenched a few times around it. “Master this, Spartan.” I contracted every muscle in my abdomen and bottom as hard as I could.
He sucked in his breath. “Your sheath is a tight, hot glove. But you’ll have to do better than that. Spartan control, remember? Spartan endurance.” He slipped a fingertip onto my clit and wiggled.
A moan hissed from between my gritted teeth. “Not fair. You’ve got me tied, helpless.”
“That’s the idea.” His laugh was ruffled by purr. “You must submit to whatever I want. Like this.”
His fangs sank deep into the trapezius muscle of my shoulder. Lightning struck sharp and bright down my body, exploding between my thighs. I screamed.