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Was this really happening?
Desire was burning her up already, and it hadn t even quite started yet.
Ever turned to her and took her hand, his harder and colder than she d expected. Absolutely like
stone. Like the marble floors of his office. She breathed him in, that scent of ancient stone that reminded
her of Aleron, but so much older. More pure, until it was more a sense than something she could actually
smell. She didn t know how to explain it to herself.
I am eager to taste you, Meeraj. To play with you. I can sense your eagerness. This pleases me. So
does your fear.
She swallowed, nodded.
Aleron put a hand to her waist, leaned in and said quietly, You will obey Ever as you would me,
Meeraj. Give yourself over to him. I will be with you every moment. I will be with you both.
She was melting as they each took one of her hands and led her across the wide expanse of marble,
past an enormous, ornate antique desk, and through another set of doors behind it.
The play chamber of the owner of the Midnight Playground.
The same black marble panels as the club downstairs, but everywhere were the gilt-framed mirrors,
like the hall in the Palace at Versailles she d seen in books, so that everywhere their images were reflected
a hundred times. There were red velvet-covered lounge chairs, spanking benches, high tables with golden
cuffs at the corners, hung with golden chains. The bondage frames and St. Andrew s crosses were of
intricately carved wood, as was the platform of the high bed in the center of the room. One could fit a
dozen people on that bed, an entire orgy. And the whole, enormous room was lit by three chandeliers of
ornate crystal hanging from the vaulted ceilings, casting pools of soft silver light.
They took her to the smallest of the bondage frames, a freestanding carved wooden square that was
perhaps eight feet tall and eight feet wide, and paused before it.
We re going to undress you now, my beauty, Aleron told her.
Ever s hand moved over her back, finding the zipper to her dress and drawing it down slowly. Such
pretty, golden skin, he said, as he let the dress slip to the floor, revealing her naked body beneath. And
her breasts& She is perfect. An angel.
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She felt her head emptying out, her body light, weighed down only by her own desire, thick in her
veins, and the vampire s hands on her. Aleron held her around the waist while Ever stroked her breasts,
filling his palms with them, then thumbing her hardening nipples.
Ah!
Yes, you like that, Meeraj. I can feel your excitement. It excites me, too, as much as the sight of your
lovely body, your golden skin. As much as the idea of sharing you with Aleron. Ever stroked her breasts,
his touch a cool feather on her skin, desire shimmering through her in long, undulating waves. We have
been lovers before, Aleron and I, many times over the centuries. Does that arouse you? Yes, I can see that it
does. It does me, as well, remembering. Picturing what his naked body looks like. What his hard cock feels
like in my hands, in my mouth. What it feels like when he fucks me.
He was sending images into her head. Aleron standing over him, the sliding of his cock into Ever s
ass. The sensations, the sweet scent of vampire blood. Her pussy was soaking wet, needy, pulsing.
Ah, you enjoy this.
Ever slipped a hand between her thighs, his fingers sliding in her juices. Need was hot and sweet,
cutting into her, making her clit pulse. She thought she would fall, but Aleron tightened his grip around her
waist.
Please& she whispered.
Please what, my golden angel? Ever asked, his hand stilling.
Please& touch me. I want you to touch me. To whip me.
To be played by him& them& Ever and Aleron.
Ever laughed, the sound reverberating around the room, echoing on the marble and the mirrors. I
intend to. We intend to, don t we Aleron? To touch you. To whip you. And so much more.
He moved his hand away then, and she collapsed into Aleron s embrace.
Very good, my beauty, he said, his breath warm against her hair.
Then they took her hands and she heard a small click as the golden cuffs were fastened around her
wrists. Long gold chains held her arms out wide on either side, attached to the sides of the bondage frame.
They slipped her boots off next, and her ankles were restrained in the same way, so that her legs were
spread, as well. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, but gorgeously so. The two ancient and
beautiful vampires stood before her.
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