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Kapitel 15: Chapter 15: Pour Some Sugar and Wax on Me (R18)

Ariana POV

Naked, she strained against the silk scarves that bound her to Dimitri's mammoth bed. Her arms and legs had been bound to the bedposts so she lay spread-eagled and exposed like that Vitruvian Man art piece. Her limbs wouldn't stop shaking, all because he seemed to have one singular goal.

To drive her out of her mind with frustration. 

He'd poured hot wax on her nipples, which she'd expected would hurt. But the blood-red wax only stung for a moment, then cooled before she had the chance to feel awkward or stupid about this particular kink she didn't even know he had.

"Mmmm," he murmured, his eyes turning as crimson as the wax. "No one else gets to have you like this--or at all. I'm not sharing. And I belong only to you."

"Your eyes normally glow gold," she murmured, distracted from his possessiveness.

"Yes, but red is traditional," he huffed.

"So is being deathly allergic to garlic, but you eat it and take garlic pills," she challenged. 

He threw back his head and laughed. "Touché, my little sugar baby. You look so tempting when you're helpless like this. I wanted to play with you more extensively before the world invaded. I should have snatched you up years ago, but you were so blissfully ignorant in your collegiate bubble."

"True." She wouldn't even think about the college classes she had missed out on, or her friends and professors. That life was gone. "I almost wish you had too?"

He smirked, running a fingertip along the mounds of her breasts. "Almost? You can do better than that, pet."

"Apparently I can't, because I should have just gone with you when you approached me," she whispered, hating her admission.

His eyes glittered red-gold. "Yes. You should have. I'd have had you safe somewhere, and we'd be enjoying uninterrupted alone time. You owe me."

Her breath caught. "I'll do whatever you want."

A low, animalistic growl came from his throat. "Be warned, I'll take you literally. Your aunt and uncle are quite safe and comfortable, and this city has weathered far worse than a Rostov attack. I intend to claim you again so you know whom you belong to. To remind you of your place and to show you what will happen if you defy me again, especially if I'm acting for your own good. You were told not to leave the villa. Just because you never went out of the gate doesn't make your act any less disobedient."

She swallowed, knowing he was right.

"You could have been hurt," he continued. "Irina dangling your uncle and aunt as shiny objects might have made you do something stupid. Holding that crossbow and threatening her was gutsy, I'll admit that. And sexy as h*ll. But it's not going to save you. Which is why you earned the wax."

She moaned. "But ... I like it."

He shook his head, baffled by her response. "And did you expect me to be a low-rent Christian Grey? To whip you to make a point?"

It sounded idiotic, and she shook her head. 

"Good girl," he continued, and positioned the candle so that a blood-red drop splashed on her stomach.

She gasped as the hot wax sizzled. He repeated the step to create a trail of wax splotches up and down her torso and between her breasts. Every time he anointed her with the wax, her skin sensitivity and nerves cranked up several notches. 

She'd never dreamed she could desire this, and she wondered where else he would use the wax. Innocent of this kind of pleasure, she didn't know how far he would take it.

Setting the candle back in its holder, he bent down and kissed every wax seal, then bathed the hyper-sensitive flesh around the wax with his tongue. Ariana came off the bed with a scream. She felt so aroused, and on fire, and like a million jolts of electricity had gone through her body.

"You're doing so well. Tell me you want me, baby," he whispered.

He needed a thorough response, and she blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"Daddy, I want you deep inside me. I want you to claim me so thoroughly I forget there was a time when I didn't belong to you."

She spoke impulsively, because Irina's threats had scared her. The sounds of the dead and dying, even though the vampires were undead, offended everything she believed in. 

His gaze simmered with heat. "That's correct. And I will. But not for a long time. I'm going to wreck you first. Wreck you for any other man, and convince even you to behave for Daddy. You're my disobedient little girl, and you must be disciplined, but with love and kindness. Iso here's what's going to happen right now, and over the next several hours, all night long, if you're bratty and rebellious. I'm going to pleasure you thoroughly, again and again, but not let you have release, or me inside you, until I hear you beg me for it. Beg like your life and soul depend on it."

She groaned, already knowing she was in for the ride of her life. "Can I do it now?"

"NO. Where would be the fun in that?"

Oh, God!

* * * * *

Dimitri POV

With her gorgeous pink flesh singing its siren call from between her spread legs, Dimitri didn't know where to begin. He lightly bit the tender, delicate flesh of her inner thigh, close to her hot little spring of pleasure. 

A moan of ecstasy was his reward, and he nipped the other thigh gently. "Let me hear you, my pet. Be a good girl for Daddy. Show me how much you like your punishment."

The word was spoken tongue-in-cheek. He had no taste for punishing people he cared about, or his brother would have begged him for a quick death long ago. 

No, his goal here wasn't punishment. It wasn't humiliation.

He had two objectives in mind.

One, to drive her as crazy as he felt, and to make her feel things she never dreamed of.

Two, to show her who was boss, once and for all.

Both goals, if achieved, would benefit the two of them greatly. 

He decided to change it up, because her hips bucked, trying to get closer to his mouth. Instead, he rotated so that his manhood was within inches of her perfect lips, and he could support himself with one hand while playing with her sweet little love spring.

"Take me in your mouth, pretty baby. Make me moan. Get me hot and bothered for you."

Her full, soft lips closed around him and he flung back his head, a moan flying from his lips. "God! Your mouth feels like heaven. Keep going. I want to be brought to my knees, literally, with pleasure. Don't rush. Take your time."

He thrust, slow and easy, a steady rhythm that matched her lips and tongue. Her moan around him made him growl. His fingers petted her, feeling her love juices drench him.

"Like heaven," he repeated. "Keep going. Don't stop until I say you can or until I come, whichever comes first. I can tell that you had some of that soup and cocoa because your mouth feels so sweet and hot."

His limbs trembled, and he moved his knees apart a bit just to balance his weight. He didn't want to smother his sugar baby. He didn't want to fall like a newborn colt. 

What he wanted to do was keep drowning in her heat, over and over again, deeper and deeper, until he decided he was ready to be inside her, facing her, looking into her gorgeous, expressive eyes, seeing every reaction.

He could feel her mouth and her love cave tighten around him, and relished the possessiveness, the need for him. The same need drove him. The need for hero be safe and happy and pampered and loved within an inch of her life, so much that she was silly with it and not even thinking about risking her beautiful hide.

He needed her too much. Not just for his bigger plans, but in his bed, in his home, and in his life. "Wherever I go, you go," he murmured. "I'm going to give you the world, little sugar baby. No one else ever gets to have you."

The heat built in his loins because she was so incredible at what she was doing. Elder Gods, he was going to come within seconds at this rate.

He gasped, changing positions again, so that he faced her. "Do you understand, pet? No one else will have you or feel your magic mouth on him." 

He thrust inside her waiting love cave, feeling every inch of her surrounding him. His hips piston, and his mouth went to her neck, his fangs and tongue leaving marks all over her skin. "I want everybody to know you're mine," he muttered, his demanding words punctuated with grunts and pants. "I want everybody to be able to look at you and know you belong to me."

"YES, DADDY," she gasped. "Please ... please ..."

He grinned, feral. "Where's your stamina, sweetheart? Where's your endurance? I promise you, it's going to be a long, long night."


AUTORENGEDANKEN
AmandaMadden AmandaMadden

Some people might think Dimitri's priorities are lopsided here. After all, his city has just been attacked. But it is a city of vampires, and after hundreds of years, he knows how to delegate. He's not a boss that micromanages. Plus, technically Ariana did disobey him, even if she stayed within the villa compound.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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