His Bloody Duchess: A Vampire/Human Romance

Chapter 4 Vincent

“Pardon me,” Nora said, crossing her arms. “I thought we just talked about the whole no s*x thing.

“Of course,” Vincent said. “This isn't s****l in nature, per se, though you will be nude. I won't touch you. I just want to ensure that you have no bites.”

This seemed to take her back. “Bites? I have never been bitten. I would remember,” she said confidently, which he admired. She knew her mind, sure enough. He liked it. He needed someone who could add some fun fight to his nights.

“Would you, though? Would you remember? Even if you had been glamoured not to remember? To not notice the fang marks?”

“You can't do that anymore. The King outlawed glamour feeding. You would have to answer to him.”

Nora was not pleased when Vincent laughed at her assumptions, and perhaps it was rude of him, but he couldn't help it.

“And no humans ever steal, do they, Little Rabbit,” he asked, his tone mocking. “Hmm? Or murder? No, they certainly never do that. Do you really think the king would see us in person just for biting a human? He would do nothing else with his nights, because, please believe, there are many very thirsty rebels out there in the night, Little Rabbit.”

She looked afraid and he was glad. She would never survive a night amongst his kind of she believed them all harmless. While he couldn’t prove that anyone in his nest had been glamour feeding the club's human guests, he was no fool. So long as they didn't get caught, they thought they were untouchable. Unfortunately, they were right. Damn that coven for taking half his powers. He would know immediately if a human were being glamoured in his vicinity with the full force of his mind powers.

“I suppose you have a point,” she conceded.

“At last she agrees,” the Duke said, clapping once. “So you'll understand why this is necessary.”

“What happens if I have been? Will I get to leave?”

“Decidedly not. Nothing is getting you out of my grasp, Little Rabbit.”

“Then what's the point?”

“A fair question,” the Duke conceded. “How would I know if you were taken advantage of while in my employ if I don't check. For all I know, one from my nest may assault you while you are here aiding me. I may be compelled to feel guilty and I would hate that.”

Nora appeared to weigh her options. Strip down for him where she stood or run for the door. He'd noted her eyeing the door earlier and been impressed when she had wisely chosen to remain with him. She had thought it out and realized she would never get away in time. Many humans would darted for the door and found out the hard way that they could never outrun a vampire.

With a resigned sigh, Nora slid her pants down her smooth, pale legs. Sleek and muscular, just the was the Duke liked them.

While he'd given the bites as a reason, and it was a real concern, he couldn't deny that he would enjoy the process of checking every inch of her beautiful body.

“Shirt, next, if you will,” he instructed. He could have sworn he heard her sigh, but it didn't matter to him so long as she followed orders. That would be a large part of their relationship.

Nora did as she was told, pulling her shirt off from the bottom. Her breasts generously swelled over the dark red lace bra that matched her thong. It was like she was dressed just for him.

“Come closer,” the Duke ordered, cooking his finger.

She stepped hesitantly toward him, stopping just before her knees touched his own, right where he wanted her.

“Now the rest,” Vincent ordered, his voice growing raspy against his will. It had been some time since any woman had affected him this way, gotten him hard by simply following his orders and standing before him in her underwear. Those tight, blood red underwear, showing off both her ample cleavage and the pert roundness of her pale ass.

He made a mental note to buy her more sets of them. Perhaps even make them her uniform. Only in his personal parlor, of course. It wouldn't do for the rest of the nest to see her like this. The thought made him irate, though he had no issue sharing Clara or any of the others.

“You don't think they'd bite under my underwear, do you?” She sounded incredulous, as if the idea of biting into her sweet swell of breast was insane. She had no idea how tempting she was just like this.

“If it were me,” Vincent crawled, “that's exactly where I would bite you. Proceed.”

He imagined she felt degraded. That thought made him a bit harder still.

Her plush, round breasts fell out of her bra, revealing one of the most glorious sights he'd seen. He still wasn't sure what it was about Nora that affected him so. He'd see plenty of breasts in his life, but these were by far the most gorgeous pair. He hoped she wouldn't notice his griding against his seat. It was a subtle movement, and only relieved a bit of the pressure.

“Done staring at my t**s?”

Tits. He liked the word.

“I am. Proceed.”

This time she didn't roll her eyes. Nor did she sigh or hesitate. Perhaps she was past the humiliation. She simply slid her thumbs under the band of her thong and pushed it down her legs, kicking it off her foot.

“Heels too?” she asked, matter of factly.

“No, I'm sure your feet are safe enough.” He spun his finger in a circle, indicating that she should rotate for him. When her back was to him, he told her to stop.

Much as he enjoyed the view of the front, she had a glorious backside, especially with those heels. He added to his mental note to order heels when he bought her bras and thongs. Yes, that would complete the look perfectly.

Her hair was braided down her back and he liked that. Neat and out of his way. He wouldn't want anything distracting him from that body.

“Nicely done, Little Rabbit.” The Duke could have sworn he saw a shiver down her back at the words. He would have to remember to praise her often. He didn't anticipate that being a problem. His Little Rabbit was very praise-worthy. “Now back toward me. Just a couple feet back now.”

She had learned to trust him quickly then because she didn't hesitate. The back of her thighs hit his knees, her pale, firm ass right in front of him. How he long to bite her there, but it would have to wait.

“Sit.”

“On your lap?”

“Yes. Don't question me in the future, Little Rabbit. Trust me. Trust that I mean exactly what I say.”

She dropped carefully into his lap, her ass lining up perfectly with his erection.

“Now place the inside of your right knee on the outside of mine. Good girl.” Another shiver. “The same with the left.” His groan was barely audible in her ear. “Now that we're comfortable, let's chat.”