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Aiden’s house is a flat-out mansion—no
other word fits.

We have to drive down a long, winding road
through some pretty dense tropical vegetation, which tells me the vampire likes
his privacy. Either that or he forgot to pay the gardener. The house itself is long
and low, all one story, which makes sense in Florida. It’s much more expensive
to cool a house with upper floors. It’s a sprawling modern design with lots of
outer glass walls—surprising in the lair of a vampire. The lights inside give
off a soft golden glow in the deepening night, promising a haven of safety. I
am sure they lie.

“I spent years missing the sun,” Aiden
says, obviously seeing me examining the glass. “When I acquired the means to
reacquaint myself with its light, I didn’t want to waste it.”

Well, that explains all the glass. And it’s
private and secluded back here. The house is surrounded by dense Florida
foliage. So I guess he doesn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him walk
around naked. If he does walk around naked. Just the thought has me blushing.
If the broad, muscular chest I can see peeking out from the leather jacket he’s
wearing is any indication, Aiden James naked would be a sight to see.

Wonder if you’ll be seeing it sooner
rather than later,
whispers a little voice in my
head. I shiver at the thought.

Before I can speculate further, the limo
pulls up to the front door, its tires crunching on the crushed-shell driveway.
Aiden steps out first and holds out his hand for me. It’s an old-world, courtly
gesture, one I’m tempted to ignore out of sheer perversity. A single look at my
new Master’s face, however, tells me that would be a mistake. I take the
offered hand without comment.

He helps me out of the limo, then takes me firmly
by the arm. With his other hand he makes a gesture toward what looks like a
motion detector or monitor of some kind and the double front doors fly open soundlessly.
Aiden marches me inside and they shut just as quickly with a very final clicking
sound I don’t care for one bit. Are we locked in? Before I can ask, he is
steering me through the house, one hand still clamped firmly on my arm.

“Hey, wait a minute! Where are we going?” I
protest.

“To the bedroom,” he growls. He’s walking
so quickly I have to trot to keep up and the opulent house is a blur around me.
“Your education begins tonight.”

My education? Is he
serious
?

Apparently so because the minute we enter a
large master bedroom, he releases my arm and says, “Strip.”

“What?” I stand there confused and more
than a little terrified. The room we’re in seems built to intimidate. The walls
are solid, not glass at least. As for the décor, it’s
très
masculine.
Big, heavy, dark furniture, thick deep-gray Berber on the floors and a huge
four-poster bed covered by a maroon spread. With a start, I realize this is the
bed I saw in my dream—or vision or whatever you want to call it. The one I was
tied to while Aiden was about to blindfold me.

“You heard me,” he says, pulling my attention
back to him. He is standing there in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking
my escape and his arms crossed over his chest. “Strip.”

“I… Why do I…?” I can’t finish the
sentence.

Aiden sighs in obvious frustration. “Emma,
I know you’re new to this but let’s get one thing straight from the start. A
submissive does not ask why. She simply does what she’s told to do,
the
minute
she is told to do it.”

“So you’re asking for my unconditional
obedience?” My voice is quavering but I’m determined to have my say. “That
seems like a tall order considering we’ve known each other less than
twenty-four hours.”

Aiden runs a hand through his hair, a very
human gesture of frustration. “I will tell you again, I have good reason to
demand your submission. And it is not simply my personal preference.”

“What reason?” I demand. “Tell me.”

“In good time.” He eyes me sternly. “For
now, do as you are told. Strip, Emma, or I will strip you myself. And I promise
you won’t like the punishment afterward if I have to do that.”

He keeps promising to punish me but as yet
he hasn’t said how he’s going to do it. How many punishments have I racked up
so far? I open my mouth to ask in the most sarcastic way possible but the
expression on his face makes me swallow my words. He’s just standing there,
waiting for me to obey him. To take off all my clothes and get naked right here
and now. I open my mouth again and this time what comes out is, “Do I really have
to?”

His eyes soften a little at my pleading
tone. “Emma.” He takes a step toward me and I back up, my thighs hitting the
footboard of the tall four-poster bed.

“Please,” I whisper. I realize I’m begging
now but I can’t seem to help myself. All my sass and sarcasm has leaked away
now that I’m pressed up against the bed with the huge, dominating vampire
looming over me.

“I understand that you’re frightened and
shy,” he murmurs softly, taking another step forward into my personal space.
“But I must have you naked, my lovely little witch.”

There is a finality in his deep voice that
tells me he’s not changing his mind about this. I’m going to have to do it, no
matter how much I don’t want to.

“Fine,” I say, feeling furiously
self-conscious. “I’ll strip. But don’t blame me if you don’t like what you
see.” Turning my back to him, I push down the long peacock-colored skirt and
let it pool around my ankles. Then I take the loop of fabric from around my
neck and slip off the halter as well. Finally I’m left in nothing but the
strappy black sandals Lexy loaned me and a pair of blue lace underwear. I know
I should take them off too but somehow I just
can’t
.

“Emma,” Aiden says softly and slowly I turn
to face him. I cross my arms over my chest, hiding my too-large breasts as best
I can.

I know most women would die to have a
double-D cup but my bra size has always been a source of embarrassment to me. I
remember the taunting voice of a girl I hated in high school.
“More than a
handful’s too much, Emma.”
And her friend had laughed and added,
“Yeah,
and Emma has more like a car-full! Besides, big boobs don’t count when you’re
fat.”

I’ve slimmed down some since those dreadful
days but not nearly as much as I want to—as I should. Of course, if someone
would have told me I would be standing naked—or nearly naked—in front of a supernaturally
hot and hunky vampire in the near future I would have hit the Stairmaster a
little harder.

“Take your arms away,” Aiden says quietly.
“Let me see you.”

Miserably, knowing I have no choice, I do
as he says. I feel completely exposed with my breasts bare, my nipples on
display. Because they’re so big, they’re not exactly as perky as I’d like. Of
course, not everyone with big boobs can look like a porn star—most of them are only
so firm and high because they’re sporting a plastic rack. Still, I feel woefully
inadequate standing there in front of the gorgeous Aiden.

“Emma,” he says. “Look at me.”

“Why?” I much prefer to study the carpet.
Is there a swirly pattern in the Berber? It’s completely fascinating. Or at
least better than looking up to meet those piercing eyes I can feel boring into
me.

“Remember what I told you a submissive
never asks?” he remarks.

Crap. Reluctantly, I look up at him.

“Now,” he says softly. “Why are you
ashamed?”

“I told you in the car,” I say. “Because
I’m shy. And because I’m not tall and skinny and perfect.”

“Like the cousins you mentioned? The ones
you grew up with?”

Hesitantly, I nod. “Yes.”

He frowns. “And if they and their type are
so attractive, why didn’t I choose one of them as my Sacrifice?”

“I don’t know,” I say miserably. “I don’t know
whyyou picked me. Is it because you’re still mad about what happened in
the shop?”

He shakes his head. “No, it has nothing to
do with that. Although I must admit, I wanted you from the first minute I saw
you.”

“You-you did?” I can’t quite believe it. Then
I remember the way he kept watching me so intently while I was trying to get
the herbs he was requesting.

Slowly he nods. “I did. I find your shape,
which you seem to be so ashamed of, quite beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, looking away.

“You don’t believe me.” I can hear the
frown in his voice. “But it’s true, Emma. The modern standard of beauty has
changed but my own ideal has not. Your hourglass curves are much lovelier than
any of the skinny stick women I see walking around these days. Why would I want
to bed a woman who looks like an adolescent boy?”

“I don’t know.” Finally I look at him
again. The blazing intensity I see in his eyes finally convinces me he’s
telling the truth. Wow. “Thank you,” I say at last, not knowing what else to
say. “That’s…it does make me feel somewhat better. Knowing you like, um,
full-figured girls.”

“Full and luscious.” His gaze roams over my
body in a way that makes my skin tingle and my cheeks get hot. “But I cannot
see all of you just yet,” he continues, his eyes fastening on my blue lace
panties.

“Oh, I…” I glance down at the little
triangle of fabric between my legs, which is all that stands between me and
total nudity. I’m guessing they’re going to have to come off. Reluctantly I
hook my thumbs in their lacy sides, preparing to push them down.

“No, wait.” Aiden holds up a hand to stop
me. “Let me,” he murmurs.

Before I can say anything, he is kneeling
before me, his breath hot on my inner thighs. He cups my hips for a moment, his
large hands cool on my hot skin. Then slowly, as though he’s unveiling a
masterpiece, he slides my panties down, baring my pussy.

I’m not sure if I want to die of
embarrassment or faint from lust. I’m extremely glad of my rigorous personal
grooming routine. I keep the area in good shape, even if no one but me ever
sees it. My brownish-blonde curls are neatly trimmed and the slit of my pussy
is just visible.

“Beautiful,” Aiden breathes and runs one
fingertip gently over my heated flesh, tracing my slit lightly from top to
bottom.

I gasp and bite my lip. I was fully
prepared to hate this part of the Sacrifice deal. After all, I’ve never had sex
before and now I’m going to be forced into a sexual relationship with a man I barely
even know. What I wasn’tprepared for was his gentleness. His tenderness
and consideration in assuring me that my body pleases him as it has never
pleased me. I also wasn’t prepared for the way his featherlight caresses make
the heat pool between my legs and my breath come short.

“Do you like that, Emma?” Aiden looks up at
me as he strokes his fingertip over my slit once more. I’m getting wet now—I
can feel it. Looking down, I realize I can see it too. My pussy lips are
getting puffy and swollen, opening to reveal my slippery pink inner cunt. I die
a little inside with embarrassment. Surely Aiden will know exactly how much
he’s affecting me. There’s no hiding it when my own body is acting against me
this way. “Emma?” he says again, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I…yes,” I say at last, knowing I can’t lie
to him. Not with the evidence on display like this. I squeeze my thighs tightly
together, trying to make it less obvious. “Yes, I-I guess so.”

“You guess so?” He frowns. “Perhaps I
should do something to make you more certain.”

“No, no!” I protest quickly. “It’s good. Really…
really
good. I’m just… I’m not used to
this kind of thing.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re not used to
anything of a sexual nature,” he remarks, finally rising to his feet.

I bite my lip. Should I tell him I’m a
virgin? It’s my most closely guarded and embarrassing secret. Even worse than
being a dud.

“I’m glad you’re capable of enjoying
pleasure from my touch,” Aiden says, looking down at me. “But I’m afraid you’ll
also have to endure pain.”

“Pain?” I try to back away from him but the
damn bed is in the way again.

“Yes, pain.” Casually he sits on the bed
and pats his lap. “Come here, Emma. It’s time for your punishment.”

“What kind of punishment are we talking
about?” I ask nervously, keeping my distance.

“One which will be worse if you don’t come
to me at once.” Aiden frowns. “Don’t make me come and get you, Emma. I promise
you’ll be sorry if I do.”

Feeling trapped, I inch reluctantly toward
him. Moving faster than I can see, Aiden reaches for me and pulls me to him.
The next thing I know I’m over his lap with my torso resting on the bed, my ass
in the air, and my legs hanging down.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I stutter, trying
to turn my head and see him.

“Giving you your punishment.” Aiden looks
at me sternly. “The one I promised you. The one you earned by disobeying me.”

“Okay, all right, I know all that,” I
babble. “But what…how…?”

“How am I going to punish you?” He looks slightly
amused. “I would think that would be obvious. I’m going to spank you.”

“
What?
”
The word comes out in a breathless squeak. I don’t know what I
expected when he kept promising to punish me but not this—never this. Being put
naked over his knee and spanked like a little girl… It’s just ridiculous. Isn’t
it?

“You heard me.” One of his large, warm
hands is rubbing my naked ass now, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m going to
spank you, Emma. Ten strokes for refusing to do as I ordered during the
Sacrifice Ceremony and three more for the words you uttered after I told you to
stop speaking.”

“You can’t be serious,” I say blankly. “I’m
not some naughty little kid who got in a food fight at school.”

“No, you’re my defiant submissive who
doesn’t know how to submit,” he fires back. “This is lesson number one, Emma.
If you disobey, you get punished.”

Before I can say another word his big hand
comes down on my bottom hard.
Smack
!
I gasp—damn, that hurts!

“It’s meant to hurt,” he says and I wonder
if he’s somehow reading my mind. He strokes my ass again, as though finding just
the right spot to let the next blow fall. “Don’t tighten up like that, Emma
darling. It doesn’t help.”

But I can’t help myself. Every muscle in my
body is clenched. When his hand falls I bite my lip to keep from gasping again.
And then it falls over and over, each time accompanied by a bright starburst of
pain and the flat smacking sound of his palm connecting with my flesh.

I lose count around seven. I can no longer
hold still. I’m writhing in his lap, desperate to get loose but there’s no way.
Aiden has me pinned, my legs held firmly down.

The pain is bad but the other sensations
are worse. The feeling of being pinned down, held, punished ought to make me
angry as hell. Instead I feel…something else. A heat that seems to start
somewhere in my belly and spreads to my entire body. I feel so bare, so naked,
so hot, held helpless in his lap like this. He can literally do anything to me
and I can’t stop him. My pussy feels wet again and my nipples are hard little
nubs, rubbing against the maroon satin duvet.

No—hell, no!
I tell myself.
This is not turning me on. This is crazy!

Try telling that to my body, though. It’s
revving like an engine as I wiggle and squirm on my new Master’s lap. I don’t
understand. Do I have submissive tendencies hidden so deep inside even
I
didn’t
know about them? Or is this all about Aiden James and the way it feels to be
close to him, to be mastered by him?

These questions are too deep for me to
answer, especially when my ass is stinging in pain with each measured slap of
his large hand. I’m gasping and moaning, crying out, “Oh!” or “Ow!” with each
swat. I can’t seem to stop myself. I guess I left my dignity at the door. Or
more likely it came off with my clothes when Aiden ordered me to strip. I feel
as if I’m going to explode from the pleasure and pain and overwhelming emotion.
Will this ever be over?

And then abruptly it is.

His hand stops spanking but he makes no
move to let me off his lap. Instead he strokes my sore ass gently, almost lovingly,
and murmurs something too low for me to hear.

“What?” I ask, turning my head toward him,
hoping my question doesn’t provoke another spanking.

“I said, after the pain, the pleasure,” he
says. Still keeping me prone on his lap, he reaches across the bed for
something. I’m about to ask what it is when I feel a new sensation. His hand is
back and this time it’s soothing rather than painful.

Aiden rubs a cooling cream over my tortured
skin, making me moan softly, even though I’m trying not to make a sound. “Gently,
my darling,” he murmurs as he works on me, stroking the cream across my skin in
long, slow strokes.

“Thank you,” I whisper when it seems that
he is done at last. “That…that feels much better.”

“And it’s going to feel better still,” he
says. “Spread your legs, Emma.”

“I… What?” I gasp, twisting my head around
to see him better. Really, this position is getting old but he still doesn’t
seem inclined to let me up.

“You heard me.” He looks at me steadily.
“You need to know that pleasure as well as pain can come by my hand. So spread
your legs.”

“I-I thought we already established that
your hands give me, uh, pleasure. Earlier,” I say, pressing my thighs together.
I really don’t want him to see how wet I got from the spanking. I’m still
confused about it myself.

“Emma,” he says sternly. “Aside from why,
the other thing a submissive never says is no.”

“I…but I…” I look at him anxiously, unable
to utter my fear and embarrassment.

Aiden must be able to see them in my eyes
because his stern gaze softens and he goes back to stroking my sensitive ass.
“It’s all right, Emma,” he says softly. “I simply need to get to know your body.
I’m going to explore your pussy with my fingers, going to test your depth and
see how wet you get.”

I bite my lip. “But…why? I mean, I know I’m
not supposed to ask but this is, well, private.”

He nods. “I understand. The reason I need to
know your body is to see how well it will fit with mine. I’m rather…” He clears
his throat. “Rather
large
in certain areas. I need to make sure you can
accommodate me.”

Oh my Goddess…
I feel faint but his explanation makes sense. It also makes me perversely
hotter. The soft, gentle way he explained how he needed to explore my body
makes me feel as if my insides have gone molten.

“All right,” I whisper. I hide my head in
my arms and then slowly, carefully, I part my legs for him.

“Good girl,” Aiden says approvingly. Of
course, he’s plenty strong enough to have forced open my thighs himself but
that plainly isn’t his style. He doesn’t want to force me. He wants me to
submit to him. So far he’s winning this game we’re playing—if it
is
a
game.

“So lovely,” he says softly, cupping my
quivering pussy in one large palm. “So delicate.” He sits there for a moment, just
holding me, letting me get used to his touch, I’m sure. Then I feel two large,
blunt fingers spread my pussy lips wide. A third finger strokes over my heated
insides, sliding over the sensitive button of my clit, making me jump and moan.

“Like that, do you?” Aiden murmurs. He does
it again but this time the fingertip circles my throbbing clit, stroking all
around the hot little nub without actually touching it. He goes on and on like
that until I think I’m going to die.

“Beautiful,” he growls softly as he works
on me. “And so wet already. You’re very responsive, my darling. It’s going to
be a real pleasure getting to know your lush body inside and out.”

I bite back a moan and try not to writhe
too much. But I swear, the way he’s touching me is driving me crazy. How long
is he going to keep this up? As long as it takes apparently. Beneath my abdomen
I feel something hot and hard and huge growing—poking at the bare skin of my
stomach. Oh my Goddess, is that his cock? He said it was large but this thing
feels more than large. It’s more like the jumbo extra deluxe version. Maybe it
feels bigger because of the leather pants he’s wearing—maybe some of the
leather got bunched up. I certainly hope I’m right because if not, there’s no
way I’ll be able to “accommodate him” as he so eloquently put it.

If anyone would have told me this morning
that I would spend my night naked on a vampire’s lap, with my thighs spread
open so he could explore my pussy, I would have said they were delusional. If
they had further told me that I would like it, that I would want to beg for
more, I would have called the local mental institution and reserved them a
room. But that’s exactly what I want to do—I need more, need it so badly.

I can’t beg,
I tell myself sternly. After all, I’m already in a very compromising
position. I have to retain
some
dignity. I bite my lower lip hard to
keep from pleading with him to make me come. I’m so close. If he would just
give me a little more direct contact…

Suddenly he stops completely.

A little cry of frustration escapes me. I
can’t help it. I feel as if I’m going to explode!

“Sorry about that, Emma.” His deep voice
sounds both amused and aroused. “But I think it’s time to test your depth now.
Spread a little wider, I’m going to put my fingers as deep into your pussy as I
can go.”

There’s no point in arguing but still, I feel
a stab of apprehension. I’m still worried he’ll find out about my virginity.
Not from a hymen—I lost that from a nasty fall back during my childhood. Regardless,
I’m tight and unused. I’ve never had anything bigger than my own fingers up
there and his are much larger than mine.

“Gently,” Aiden murmurs, as though sensing
my fear. “Very gently, darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t
hurt you.”

He seems to keep his word about these kinds
of things. If he promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he
gives that too. So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little
wider, trying to welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.

“Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep
voice slightly hoarse. “Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me,
Emma.”

His words of approval send a jolt of pure
lust straight through me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the
dirty words spoken in that deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way
he’s touching me. He couldn’t be any more careful even if he knew my virginal
status. Speaking of which…
ow
. Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as
two thick fingers begin to slide into my liquid depths.

“Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone
but I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately.
“You’re very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.”
He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading
my pussy lips again.

“Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he
begins that slow, circular massage around my clit that drives me crazy.

“I’m going to make you come and see if
you’ll loosen up for me. You
do
want to come, don’t you, Emma?”

At this point, there’s no way I can deny
it. “Yes,” I whisper in a very small voice.

“Yes, what?” he asks.

I know what he wants. “Yes Master,” I say.
“I-I want to come.”

“Ask me for it, then.” His fingers continue
to circle, almost but never quite touching me where I need him the most. “Ask
me nicely, my lovely little witch.”

“Oh!” I bite my lip and squirm in his lap,
still not wanting to beg.

“I can keep this up all night, you know,”
he says softly. “I can keep you right on the edge without ever quite pushing
you over. It can be quite excruciating…in a very pleasurable way, of course.”

I know he’s telling the truth—he can obviously
play my body like a violin. I’m going to have to give in and surrender the last
shreds of my dignity. I don’t want to but my clit is throbbing and I’m on fire
from the waist down. There’s no choice.

“Please,” I whisper and then force myself
to speak louder. “Please, Master, make me…make me come. Please, I need to
come.”

“Of course you do,” he says, his voice
husky with lust. “Of course you need to come, Emma. Just relax and let me touch
you. Relax and let me make you come.”

His fingers stop their circling and rub me
more directly, sliding delicately but firmly over my aching clit, touching me
in the exact way I need to be touched.

I’ve been on edge for so long, that’s all
it takes. My back arches and I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure swamps me.
Oh
Goddess, so good!
I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone’s hand but my own. I
can’t believe how much more intense it is when it comes from someone else.

“That’s right,” Aiden growls softly.
“That’s right, sweetheart, just let yourself come. Come all over my hand.” As
he speaks, his fingers slip lower, finding the entrance to my pussy. I moan as
they slip inside me. I can feel my inner walls spasming around the invading
digits but Aiden was right, somehow they doseem to slide in more easily.

He thrusts into me gently at first and then
harder, making me gasp and fist my hands in the slippery satin duvet.

“You like that, Emma?” he growls, speeding
up. “You like it when I finger-fuck your sweet little cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it. “Yes
Master,
yes
.” I press back against his fingers, seeking more. Oh
Goddess, it’s a whole new level of pleasure. It’s deeper, more satisfying
somehow. I can only imagine how it would be if it were his cock instead of his
fingers inside me, stretching me open, taking me, making me his… Just the thought
makes me feel as if I’m going to come again.

Aiden seems to sense this. “That’s right,
sweetheart,” he murmurs, thrusting even harder. “Give it up for me. Let me feel
you squeezing my fingers with that tight little pussy.”