The Immortal, Volume 1

Mandy’s impish grin. Her desire—no, drive—to be pushed. That was honest; came from within her, not me. Her marriage? She’d been clear about that: hers to handle.

“She loves me,” I uttered, while straightening and retrieving the blade.

That simple statement brought the smile back to my face. Kali was Kali. Sure, her hunger was fixed on me, for a while, but she was also a bloodsucker. So, others would enter her un-life. She’d drain them, find new ones. Such was her world, the one in which she was sealed.

The Baron understood, so did I. With a grunt, my focus shifted to finish making the sandwiches.

Right as I’d set out a platter on the coffee table between the couch and the wall-mounted widescreen, a familiar silhouette appeared at the rear slider. My pulse soared. With dark, shiny hair brushed out across her shoulders, my sexy imp wore nothing but a grin. No sooner had my hand slid open the glass door than she leaped forward. Even as I hugged her sleek figure, she unleashed a desperate cry of hunger into my neck.

“H-Hello, Mandy.” I chuckled while closing the door behind her.

“Slut, master,” she murmured.

With her curves pressing tighter, she lifted her face to gaze up at me. Her teeth sank into the corner of her lower lip as a hand slid along my T-shirt.

“I’m such a naughty little slut,” she added.

Before I could respond, she hopped onto her toes to mash soft lips against my mouth. With a louder moan, she shot her tongue forward to play with mine. As we kissed, I eased her toward the couch.

Or tried to. Just as we started to move, she pulled away. A shudder rippled through me when she shoved something into my palm. Yep, her collar. With those blue pools wide, she lifted her hair.

Neither of us spoke as I locked the shiny black leather band around her neck. With those eyes twinkling, she again gnawed her lower lip as I hooked a finger in the front ring.

“Beautiful,” I murmured before leading her toward the couch.

Once I’d stood her facing the TV, she gasped. Across its wide screen, the first scene was already frozen. The Vegas hotel suite, just as my tugs on the leash had drawn her from the bathroom. At the swish of my shorts and T-shirt peeling away, her focus shifted to me. Her breathing sped and grew shallower as I took a seat on the couch behind her.

“M-master?” she whispered.

“Yes, slut?” I said, gripping the rear ring of the collar and tugging her backward toward my lap.

Whatever she was going to ask died in a groan as her hand found my stiff rod. With slender legs spreading, she lowered herself further. There was a brief hitch in her breathing right as my knob pierced the soft, moist warmth of those wondrous petals.

At my hands on her ribs, she froze, then quivered. With gentle rubs, she drew her seam over my tip while staring at the screen. Warm fluid tickled its way down my shaft.

“Mmm, m-master”—she twisted to look over her shoulder at me—”I’ve really missed you. Not just, um, this.”

“I know, Mandy. My gorgeous little slut.”

With a slow nod, she turned back to the TV and sank, taking me into that tight gate and luxurious clenching tunnel. Already sopping wet, she only slowed once before settling onto me with a quiet splat. As she shifted in my lap, a lengthy sigh left her shaking lips.

“Grab a plate,” I said.

While she lifted one, I reached past her to raise the other and started the video. As images and sounds filled the darkened room, she eased up and down. With a hand steadying her, I ate in silence. She kept trying to lift a sandwich, but her whimpering soon became louder moans.

Once the scenes appeared of Lucy licking her writhing frame clean of my cum on the bed, my sexy lap-rider was groaning and panting too much. The plate landed with a thump as the delightful motions of her compact body accelerated.

“Oh, that’s nice. Mmm, fuck me, little slut,” I murmured, then hissed as she crushed my shaft.

In a flail of sable hair, she raced even faster. “Yes, master!”