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DESIRING DEATH
“I’m inside your head. This isn’t real,” she said angrily.
He merely smiled in return. There was a shower of fiery, incandescent sparks and suddenly a molten line of letters were embedded into each cuff in turn. She shrieked out loud as she saw ‘Property of M. Martinet’ emblazoned on both the upper and lower curves of her restraints. “It’s real enough, pumpkin. You can think of this as the dress rehearsal, in any case. We’ll replay the whole thing through properly tomorrow. He gave her a wink and his tongue descended once more.
This time she could not move more than an inch without hurting herself. The metal held her tightly in its fierce grip and it did not bend. She, on the other hand, would have to bend in all sorts of beautiful contortions before the week was out. Time would tell whether she would be flexible enough to achieve all of his designs, but they could work on perfection. They had all the time in the world.
He felt her blood pressure rise. Violetta’s beautiful hips bucked back and forth as he caressed her blushing buttocks in his hands and pulled her closer to him. He feasted on her body to his heart’s content and watched her blood boil. Thankfully, the scent was less potent now that he had fed, but she still called to him in a way that most mortals did not. He would have to be careful if he fed from her, but that was a long way off from his plans as of yet. Right now, he wanted her on the brink of burning release, but not quite over the edge. Another few sucks and a couple more pointed flicks with his tongue achieved his goal. He ascertained the moment very carefully from within his advantageous hideout inside her head and pulled away at the moment of release abruptly. She bawled her displeasure out around the stone walls of his room quite vocally and if he’d had neighbours, they would have heard her from about five miles away. Trembling violently it took her a good few minutes before she gathered up enough energy to address him.
“You told me I’d enjoy it,” Violetta almost roared. “Well, I have news for you. You’re not quite as good as you think you are.” The woman was gloriously furious and she had never looked more beautiful or indeed dangerous as she did at that moment, even tied up as she was.
“Well, you did enjoy it, didn’t you? Just not as much as you wanted to. Maybe you should remember not to recite names of your former conquests before we begin getting naked next time. It might help my future generosity in regards to your next orgasm. Or not. No, not, I think.”
He pulled her very own silver dagger from where it had landed on the floor, having spilled out of his trouser pocket. He then slammed it on the bedside table. I give you a week. I’m going to work you over every day for a week, many, many times over, and I’m willing to bet you’d be prepared to use that to end it all in less than seven days’ time.” His eyes flew to the dagger, following its carved handle as it gleamed in the candlelight. Hers did the same.
“You’re crazy,” she said, her lashes blinking rapidly.
“Seven days.”
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Christina Mandara 
So hot, my blood pressure rose with Violetta’s.
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I love this feisty couple. Martinet is my favorite vampire to date. I adore where she tells him he’s not as good as he thought. ヅ
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Christina Mandara ~ He may be mad, but in seven days, she won’t be far behind in her delirium. She will beg for release and he will lavish in his denial. Luscious tease. ❤ xo