Longing for You, стр. 7
Victorija wasn’t bonded or ever likely to be, so why was shefeeling like this? She recognized the symptoms of the same blood withdrawalGilbert had gone through. Something was deeply wrong, and she was terrified offinding out the reason.
* * *
Byron waited as patiently as she could in the ballroom downstairswhile Amelia went up to their bedroom to get undressed and ready whatever shehad planned. Just when her patience was ready to break, one of the staffbrought her a note. It was Amelia asking her to meet her upstairs, and also onemysterious line: Leave your uniform on.
She sped upstairs without saying her goodbyes. There was more thanenough time tomorrow to thank everyone for coming. Now she just needed to bewith her wife. Byron hadn’t spent last night with Amelia for tradition’s sake,and she was hungry for Amelia’s blood and her body.
Byron’s heart was beating as if she was still alive with theanticipation of touching her Amelia. She arrived at the bedroom door, knocked,and then walked in and found the room bathed in only candlelight.
Her breath caught when she saw Amelia kneeling beside the bed,head down, naked, wearing ankle and wrist restraints. She had to stop herselffrom groaning out loud, because that wouldn’t fit the atmosphere.
Amelia loved her dominance and light bondage play, and her requestthat Byron should keep her uniform on was part of that. She walked into theroom and shut and locked the door. She noticed the leg restraints had aspreader bar between, keeping Amelia’s legs open, and a soft corded rope waitedon the bed.
She stood over Amelia and whispered, “I love you.”
Amelia didn’t look up but said, “I’m yours to serve, Principe.”
Byron’s mouth watered for Amelia’s blood, and her sex was wet forher body. She craved Amelia, not just for what her body could give her, butalso for her heart and how much she understood her needs and, even better,shared them.
She stroked Amelia’s hair and said, “Look up at me.”
Amelia did look, and her eyes were full of want. Byron wasperfectly aware how much Amelia needed this side of their life as much as shedid.
Byron picked up the rope and said, “Do you consent?”
“Yes,” Amelia said in a breathy voice.
“Hands up then.”
Amelia did as asked, and Byron slipped the rope through the metalloops on the wrist restraints. Now, holding the rope in her hands, she couldcontrol Amelia’s movements.
She pulled the rope and forced Amelia’s face close to her crotch.Byron undid her belt slowly and let it hang loose. She knew how much that wouldtantalize Amelia.
Byron had worn a strap-on since she became a born vampire. It hadsuited her to pass as a man in the days when women weren’t supposed to runbusinesses, far less banking groups. Then when female bosses became moreacceptable, she came out as a woman, but who she was inside was still the personwho identified with those masculine parts of herself.
Her strap-on was part of her, and Byron was eternally gratefulthat Amelia loved it just as much. Amelia touched her strap-on through heruniform trousers, then kissed her and fondled it.
Byron put her hand on her top button and paused. “Do you want it?”
“Yes. Please, Principe?”
Byron would love Amelia to suck her, but she sensed Amelia’srequest that she keep her uniform on was so Amelia could feel her pressedagainst her, taking her, using her. “Not just now. Get up.”
Byron helped Amelia up and led her by the rope to the end of thewrought iron bed. She pulled Amelia close, so she could feel her hard strap-onpressing into her. Byron reached around and clasped Amelia’s breasts.
They both groaned, and she pressed her face into Amelia’s neck,and let her teeth graze the soft skin around her pulse point. “You smell sogood, Amelia.”
“Thank you,” Amelia said.
Byron kept a tight hold of the rope, and of Amelia’s wrists behindher back. She could feel Amelia pressing her bottom into her groin, and evenmoving her hips back and forth in small movements.
Byron ran her hand from the base of Amelia’s spine and down intoher sex. She was soaking wet. She allowed her fingers to wander briefly into Amelia’swet sex.
“You want this badly. Don’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” Amelia groaned.
She pulled out her fingers and offered them to Amelia’s mouth. Shegreedily sucked them, and Byron knew she couldn’t wait much longer. Byron movedher lips to Amelia’s ear and said, “I’m just going to take you where youstand.”
Amelia replied with a moan. “Oh yes.”
Byron pushed Amelia forward over the wrought iron bedstead untilshe bent at the waist, undid her trousers, and pulled out her strap-on. Sherubbed it up and down Amelia’s wetness a few times and whispered, “I’m going tofuck you while I drink from you.”
Amelia shivered. She loved it when Byron spoke that way to her,and being totally restrained was making her more turned on than ever before.They played with restraints all the time, but always very light ones—Byron’sties, scarfs, things like that.
But Amelia wanted to organize something special for their weddingnight, something she knew they would both enjoy. She was probably enjoying itenough for both of them. The feel of Byron’s uniform pressed against her was sohot. It made her feel like a camp follower, used for this officer’s pleasure.
Amelia gasped when Byron pushed the tip of her strap-on insideher. Byron let her get used to the feel of it, whilst rocking her hips. Inch byinch, Byron filled Amelia up. They both groaned when it slid fully in.
Byron began to thrust, and Amelia felt so incredibly full, and soutterly taken. She tested her bonds to remind herself that she couldn’t move,and she felt herself clench around Byron’s strap-on.
Byron whispered, “This is what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Amelia groaned, “I wanted your cock inside me—and yourteeth.”
Byron seemed to be overcome with lust at that last remark, becauseshe bit into her neck straight away and began thrusting inside her faster.