Then it was gone, the delicate ties snapping as he pulled it from her in one quick movement.
“Hmm, shaved… very nice.” He took his time running his fingers along her smooth folds. “Kinky little thing, aren’t you?”
Cass opened her mouth to answer but all she could manage was a strangled moan as he parted her folds and found her clit. He circled it once, a very male sound of appreciation in his throat as she whimpered, then his fingers dipped lower to her already soaked p**sy.
“Very kinky, and very wet.” He spread the wetness he found there, rubbing it over her cl*t in small, maddening circles which wound the tension in her body tighter and tighter.
“Very, very wet. You’re into this, aren’t you?” His voice wove an erotic spell around her as his clever fingers worked against her clit. “And in a minute, I’m going to be in you. You like that idea, huh? A good hard f**k bent over that desk?”
Cass shivered. Oh yeah, she liked… in fact, it couldn’t happen quick enough for her. “Yeah, when you quit chattering and actually get on with it. Sheesh, and I thought women were bad for talking.”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest pressed against her back as sharp teeth nipped her ear playfully. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you patience is a virtue?”
He tweaked her nipple through the satin and lace again, sending a thrill through her body to her aching clit. A pout of frustration formed on her lips as he moved his hand. She was already missing the sensation. She opened her mouth to complain just as he pushed her forwards. In one smooth movement, he pulled the remaining warded chains from her belt -- she always carried more than she needed on a job, just in case -- and spun her around.
Before Cassia could react, the chain snapped and locked about her wrists, binding them together. “Hey! What the f**k do you think you’re playing at? Let me go!”
Twisting her wrists, she tried to get free of the Fae-steel. Even as she struggled, she knew it wasn’t going to help. It would take something a lot bigger and meaner than her to break the enchantment on the chain, so all she succeeded in doing was rubbing herself raw on the steel.
She looked at him and tried to stay calm. If he’d wanted to hurt her, then he wouldn’t have helped her get out of the main area of the club. Yeah… you think? So what’s he done other than brought you somewhere out of the public eye? He’s not helped you get out of the place completely, has he? And now you’re stuck in warded chains, in a club which doesn’t allow vampires, with a demon who looks like he intends to eat you for breakfast…
Cassia swallowed nervously and plastered a “Well?” look on her face. Never let them see your fear. You did and you were a goner, pure and simple. His answer was a quick jerk on the chain. Cass fell against him, her bound hands landing in the middle of his chest as she tried to balance herself.
“Well, it strikes me that I have a vampire who’s been trespassing here.” As he spoke, he reached up and looped the end of her chain over one of the exposed pipes running along the ceiling of the office. He pulled, drawing the end of the chain down.
“You bastard! Let me go!” Cass struggled madly as her wrists were drawn upward. She was kyn but even so, her strength was no match for his.
“Just let me get out of these, and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born,” she promised, fury in her eyes.
He laughed, locking the chain off around the pipe. “Sorry, doll, been there, done that, got the T-shirt to prove it. Besides, there are procedures when we catch a trespasser. I have to search you and your belongings for weapons, contraband… you know.”
Grinning over his shoulder he opened her purse and rifled through it until he found her ID. “Cassia Leyland. Nice name.”
Cass went pale as he looked in the bag, knowing what was inside. She wasn’t bothered about him finding weapons because she was still wearing them for all the good they had done her. She’d fought and brought in demons before, but she’d never seen anyone… anything… move as quickly as he did.
“Oh, now this is interesting.” He pulled something small and pink from the depths of the bag and she went scarlet. It was her special little “friend,” a rampant rabbit mini vibrator with a finger loop to help direct those vibrations exactly where needed. “Very interesting indeed.”
He abandoned the purse, and leaned back against the desk, sitting on the edge as he fiddled with the controls of the vibrator, displaying all the enthusiasm of a child with a new toy. The dial clicked and a soft buzzing filled the room.
Cass leaned her head back, closed her eyes and prayed for strength. When she looked up, she was still irritated. Why had she thought he was sexy? Right about now she’d much rather slap him upside the ear than get down and dirty with him. Okay…
maybe that was a lie.
“You know, it’s rude to go through a lady’s things.”
He experimented with the settings, the little rabbit going from slow and sexy right the way up to va-va-voom, Cass’s favorite setting, and her cheeks got hotter. “I know, but why not? Especially when I find such interesting things?” He looked up. His eyes swirled with dark heat, a heat laced with naughtiness, and her breath caught. All of a sudden, being tied up in a room with a demon didn’t seem so bad after all…
“You know, I think it might be faulty.” He shook it, holding it up to his ear and listening for a rattle. It buzzed back at him. “Yeah, it’s sounding a little odd to me. I think it needs testing. Just to be on the safe side, of course. Can’t let you go about with a faulty electrical item. You might hurt yourself.”
Cass shrugged, attitude locked into place and hiding the fact her knees had gone weak at the suggestion in his tone. “Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart. Just let me out of here before you start getting happy, would you?”
He pushed away from the desk, his expression intent. “Oh no, I’m not using it on myself. That wouldn’t be any fun now, would it?”
Cass lost the ability to speak as he sauntered over to her. Most of the female population would kill to be able to move so gracefully, yet there was nothing feminine in his manner. Everything about him screamed virility and masculinity. He paused a mere hair’s-breadth away from her, looking down. Their eyes locked and Cass knew he could see what he was doing to her, knew that her insides were quaking, and her cl*t throbbed at the promise she read in his eyes.
“I think this would be far more fun to use on you,” he breathed, bending his head to kiss her again.
Bite his lip, do something… don’t give in… Cassia’s thought process trailed off as his lips whispered over hers. Touching, teasing, tasting. The gentlest touches, almost innocent in their own way, if not for the fact he’d turned the cl*t stimulator right up to full and began to trail it up between her thighs.
Anticipation rolled through her as the buzzing plastic got higher and higher. Her p**sy clenched in need, wanting it there now and damn the consequences. The flush still riding her cheeks, Cass parted her thighs, silently inviting his touch and that of the pink plastic rabbit in his hand.
He moved in closer, reached down without breaking the kiss and pulled one of her legs up over his hip. Cass whimpered into his mouth as the change in position exposed her p**sy to the cooler air. God, if he didn’t do something soon she was going to f**king explode.
Cass’s world shrank to tracking the rabbit’s movement across her skin and the feel of Tiny’s lips on hers. She was so turned on that the instant the vibrator touched her cl*t she knew she was going to come.
She didn’t. Tiny made the rabbit’s ears circle then brush over her clit. Cass moaned, her eyes closing as Tiny kissed down her throat again. Her h*ps bucked against the movement of his hand as he ran the vibrator over her cl*t again, seeking every last drop of sensation.
“Oh yeah, you’re a kinky little thing, all right,” his voice, velvet temptation over steel, murmured in her ear. “You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to make you come with this, listen to you scream. Then I’m going to f**k you and make you scream all over again.”
“You sure you’re that good?” Cass asked as he circled again. The tempo of the vibrator changed. Not a constant vibe now, but bursts of vibration building up and up until there was a longer, sustained section of them -- the va-va-voom setting, the one Cass could never last long on. Already she could feel the familiar tension low down in her body as her cl*t throbbed in response to the rabbit’s speed.
“Oh, you’re going to find out soon enough.” He used his free hand to hook a couple fingers into the front of her shirt and pulled down, popping all the buttons as he went. Her br**sts, encased in a purple satin and lace demi-bra, spilled out.
“Packing dangerous weaponry here, I see.” Without warning, he leaned down and took one of her n**ples into his mouth and suckled it through the lace.
“Ohmigod.” The exclamation was torn from her as he sucked hard while at the same time he thrust two fingers deep into her p**sy. Quite how he managed it still holding the vibrator against her clit, Cass didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she cared about was that he carried on doing it.
“That’s it, sweetie, come for me. I want to feel you come. I want you all wet and ready for me.”
She shuddered at his words, grabbing the chain and holding on for dear life. Her h*ps pushed against his fingers and the vibrator as heat raced through her veins and licked across her skin.
Then it was all too much. A ragged moan escaped her lips as her body clenched tight and her h*ps shuddered in an erratic rhythm against his hand as her cli**x hit her hard, washing her away in a tidal wave of hot pleasure.
Breathy moans and soft cries filled the room; noises Cass belatedly realized were from her own throat as he kept up the pressure, the rabbit’s ears still tickling her hypersensitive clit. She whimpered and tried to shift away. “Too much…” she muttered and sighed in relief as he pulled away from her.
Her relief was short-lived. “You feel fantastic.” His voice was hoarse and filled with need as he slid his fingers into her p**sy again, a p**sy slick from her cli**x.
Even though she’d just come, the pressure of his fingers as they curled back to seek her G-spot made her catch her breath again, a frisson of excitement arcing through her like a bolt of lightning.
Cass’s eyes opened wide. She couldn’t be ready again already, surely? Normally using that setting wiped her out, but here she was needing more. Something she had no problems with vocalizing. “More,” she demanded, moving against him insistently.
“You want more? Then you’re going to have to beg,” he whispered by her ear, and turned her again in the chains. This time, when his c*ck pressed against her ass, Cass moaned out loud and thrust back, wriggling her h*ps in temptation.
His chuckle filled the small room and he kicked her feet further apart. “Tease, that’s not begging.” His large hand smoothed up under her skirt and over her ass, cupping and massaging the cheek. His fingers dipped down to stroke her needy flesh again. “Perhaps I should leave you to think about it then…”