85. Danica

Danica

85

A fter days of strategizing and dealing with all this witchy nonsense, Emily, bless her well-meaning soul, thought it was the perfect moment for a girls' night. But when I say girls' night, I really mean a night out with my crew of fanged hotties. Emily, in her nostalgia, chose the Playful Pint—probably for old times' sake—even though the place hasn't quite had the same vibe since John's brutal murder.

It's still hard to believe he's gone. John was more than just my boss; he was a true friend. I miss his fatherly advice and how he always looked out for me. At least his son stepped up to keep the Pint going in his memory, even if it meant putting some new "strict conditions" for vampires in place.

But no matter, Emily assured me Mark was working tonight and would happily invite my sharp-toothed posse inside. Crisis averted.

I was hopping out of the shower, ready to slip into something more "I'm the savior of the Seven Realms, bow before me" and less "I heart fuzzy bunny slippers" whenRhylandbarges into my room with that signature panty-dropping smirk plastered across his face.

"Got a present for you, baby," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

Oh, I do love surprises. ButRhyland's predatory look tells me this won't be a bouquet of roses or a teddy bear kind of gift.

"Oh? What is it?" I ask, trying to play it cool even as my heart does a giddy little mambo in my chest.

In a flash, he's on me, strong hands gripping my wrists, the smooth glide of black rope against my skin as he binds me. A gasp escapes my lips as he bends me over the bed, my ass in the air, my hands secure and tied to the headboard.

"Rhyland, what the actual fuck?" I snap, my voice a mix of irritation and disbelief as I tug at the ropes binding my wrists. "Is this your idea of a joke? Because I'm not laughing, you oversized Viking brute!"

Rhylandjust chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. "Oh, this ain't no joke,sweetheart," he drawls, his voice a sinful caress that sends shivers down my spine despite my annoyance. "This is payback, plain and simple."

I glare at him over my shoulder, trying to ignore the way my body responds to the dominance in his tone. "Payback? For what, exactly?" I play dumb.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "For being a goddamn cocktease,k?ra," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "Walking around in those tiny fucking shorts, grinding on me like a bitch in heat, then leaving me high and dry for the last three days. Ring any bells?"

I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips. "Oh, that? That was just a bit of fun."

He growls a primal sound that sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. "Well, now it's my turn to have some fun," he promises, his hand coming down on my ass in a sharp slap that makes me yelp. "And trust me,baby, you're gonna fucking love it."

I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. Damn him, but his dominance, the raw power emanating from him, it's intoxicating. "Maybe I just like seeing you squirm," I taunt, my voice breathy.

Another hard slap lands on my ass, the sting delicious, drawing a yelp from my throat. "Keep up the sass, baby," he growls, his hand soothing the heated flesh. "We'll see how bratty you are when I'm done with you."

I try to kick, to twist free, but he's an immovable force, pinning me down, spreading my thighs with his knee. "Don't you fucking move," he commands, his voice a harsh rasp.

A whimper escapes me, my body trembling with anticipation. I'm caught, at his mercy, and god help me; I want whatever he's got planned. "What are you going to do to me?" I breathe, my pussy clenching.

I can feel his smile against my skin, wicked and full of dark promise. "Oh, Angel, the things I am going to do to you..."

Then, the sneaky bastard reaches around, holding some object in his hand. "What's that?" I ask, my curiosity piqued despite myself.

It's a red silicone rosebud toy with a flat top that resembles petals and a tiny hole in the center.

"It's called the Rose. A vibrator with suction," he explains, his voice rough with desire. "Now, let's see what kind of magic it can work, shall we?"

"Where the hell did you get that?" I look over my shoulder and raise an eyebrow, impressed.

"I have my ways when it involves this tight little ass of yours," he growls. "Now hush, baby, and let me work."

Rhyland sinks his teeth into my neck, a possessive bite that marks me as his. I moan, the sharp sting of pain only heightening my arousal. His tongue soothes the bite mark, leaving wet, hot trails down my spine until he reaches my ass, claiming me again with another possessive bite.

He positions the toy over my clit while his tongue teases my ass. The vibrator comes to life; its gentle suction and vibrations send shockwaves through my body. I buck and gasp, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Oh, God!"

The toy's suction and vibration send me into a frenzy, moaning and groaning with pleasure.

He continues his assault, swirling his tongue and flicking that tight ring of muscle, driving me mad. My orgasm builds, an exquisite coil of tension hovering just out of reach.

And then, the bastard stops.

"Not so fast, Angel," he murmurs, his desire thick and rough.

I growl, my need building to a fever pitch. "Goddammit, Rhyland! Don't do this to me!"

He chuckles, the vibrations tingling my sensitive skin. "I seem to recall telling you to watch that filthy mouth. Do you want me to punish it, too?"

I clamp my jaw shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. "I need you to relax for me, baby," he says, his voice a low rumble.

I feel a warm, slippery liquid being rubbed into my ass, and I gasp. "What are you doing?"

Rhyland chuckles darkly. "You'll see, baby. Just relax."

The feeling of his fingers working the lubricant into my ass is both invasive and arousing. I squirm and writhe as he probes deeper, anticipation building.

Rhyland's strong hands grip my hips, guiding me back to my knees. His touch is gentle and firm, a silent command sending a shiver down my spine. In this moment, I am his, completely and utterly.

"You like that?" Rhyland purrs. "You like being at my mercy, feeling my fingers prepping this gorgeous ass while you're aching to explode."

I moan, my breath catching in my throat as he continues his magic. My body winds tighter, coiled like a spring, ready to unleash.

He adds a third finger, stretching me wide, and I gasp. It's overwhelming, my body trembling on the brink.

"You want me to fuck this tight little ass?" Rhyland growls, his breath hot against my ear. "You want me to make you come so hard you'll see stars."

I can't deny it. My body is screaming for it. But I also know this is his way of asserting control, of showing me who's in charge.

"Please," I beg, my voice a mere whisper. "Please, Rhyland. Fuck me."

"You are one filthy, naughty girl, and you're all mine, Dani. Never forget that." But instead of feeling offended, a rush of desire so strong takes my breath away.

Then I feel something cool and slippery enter my ass. I tense up and try to pull away, but Rhyland's grip is too strong. "Relax," he commands, his voice low and rough.

"What... w-what is that?" I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation and fear.

Rhyland ignores my question and continues to push whatever it is deeper into my ass. I feel my muscles clenching and relaxing as he moves it in and out, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. To my surprise, I feel my body responding, my hips bucking to meet the intrusion.

It's obvious he's inserting a butt plug in my ass.

Rhyland starts to massage my clit with the toy again. "Fuck, look at how wet you are, dirty girl." His praises turn me on more, and I moan and throw my head back. My arms are numb, but I'm too turned on to care.

"There we go, just a little more, Angel," he encourages. I feel him slide the object in further, almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, oh God," I pant, my body quivering with pleasure. That damn clit massager is going to send me skyrocketing, especially now that my ass is filled.

With the object fully seated in my ass, Rhyland sets the toy aside and swiftly undoes the ropes binding my wrists. I go to growl at him, but it comes out a whine.

I wince as the blood rushes back into my arms, my fingers tingling with pins and needles.

Rhyland scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. It's uncomfortable sitting with this object still in my ass, but I manage.

Rhyland cleans the lube off and tells me to get dressed.

"Wait, what? That's it?" I ask incredulously.

"Yup. We have dinner and drinks planned—and you better keep that plug in your ass. I expect to see it still there later."

I stare after him in disbelief as he leaves the bathroom.

S tepping into the Playful Pint is like taking a trip down memory lane, with a touch of "Oh shit, remember that?" But hey, I am not about to let the past ruin my night, and neither is Emily. She is on a mission to ensure we have a blast, and who am I to argue?

With the impending witch raid looming, this is our chance to let loose and forget about the stress. It is time to trade in our battle gear for some cocktails and laughter.

"Girl, you better drink up. I am not drinking alone tonight," Emily demands, pushing a colorful concoction my way.

I happily oblige, downing my third cocktail. But as I shift in my seat, I'm reminded of Rhyland's "gift" still occupying its place. The damn object in my ass is making its presence known, and I have to bite my lip to keep from yelping.

Why did I agree? Well, apparently, I have a thing for Rhyland's twisted brand of punishment. The man knows how to push my buttons in all the right ways, and I can't get enough.

Who else would willingly sit in a bar with a foreign object up their ass, pretending everything's fine? This girl. I must be a special kind of fucked up to crave Rhyland's sick ways, but what can I say? The heart (and other parts) want what they want.

So here I am, sipping my fourth drink, secretly turned on by Rhyland's dominance. It's going to be a long night, but at least I have Emily and the gang to keep me distracted.

Cheers to good friends, strong drinks, and kinky vampires who keep us on our toes! Let the night of debauchery begin!