Chapter 3: Eli

I waited for a few days before contacting Emilia. She had thoroughly enjoyed our little game, I could tell. If I had wanted to turn my mouth to her sex, to taste her through her panties, she would have been more than eager to let me. Instead, I had teased her. It made everything that much sweeter—her blood had been hot and her pulse strong. Drinking from her inner thigh had been an erotic experience for me all on its own, and I wanted to repeat it over and over. I wondered how she was feeling after our meeting, if she had any regrets at all about what we’d done. She certainly hadn’t shown any when she left that evening, instead giving me a look like she wanted to be underneath me with her legs spread, taking my cock like a good girl. Just the thought of it made me hard, and I was feeling pretty wired when I called her.

“Hello?” she answered, her voice clear as a bell, sensual.

“Hello, Emilia,” I said. “This is Eli.”

“Oh,” she said, almost breathless on the other end of the phone. “Hi.”

“I was wondering if you’d like to meet me at one of the night cafes,” I asked. “I’d like to talk to you further.”

Emilia didn’t hesitate to agree. I smirked; she really had enjoyed our time together and was eager for more, I could tell. Her voice was full of longing, and I stirred in my seat with my body’s reaction to the sound of it.

“Good,” I said. “Tonight?”

“Yes,” she said. We made plans to meet at a café not far from where I lived. I looked forward to it all evening, thinking about the way her lips had parted beneath mine, the scent of her wet flower through the front of her soaked panties.

I got to the café early and took a seat at one of the tables in the corner, waiting for her to arrive. She showed up looking radiant in a blue dress that brought out her eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her as she moved toward the table, her every step graceful and delicate. She sat down across from me and held my eye for a long time before speaking.

“Hello, Eli,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” I told her. “Better now. How are you?”

“I’m, um, fine,” she said. I could tell her body was already reacting to mine. She was squirming in her chair just being near me. The idea of her being wet already, being ready for my cock, was a lot to bear. “Why did you want to meet here? It’s so different from last time.”

I smiled. “Do I detect a hint of disappointment in your voice, Emilia?” I asked, leaning forward so that I was close to her face. She looked at my lips and then met my eyes, staring at me through her lashes. “Did you enjoy our little interview?”

Emilia blushed a deep red and bit her lip, then looked away. “Yes,” she admitted in a small voice. “I did.”

I thought about it for a minute.

“Let’s do it again,” I said, and she looked at me again, her eyes bright. “We’ll meet for these interviews at the bar and play a game or two while we’re at it.”

She nodded, agreeing. She was on edge, I could tell from the way she shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together just thinking about that night. The sight of her so aroused got me hard immediately.

“I love to tease you, you know,” I said in a low voice. “You get so wet for me. I’m dying to taste you.”

She gazed at my face in wonder, her lips parted. I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but that wasn’t part of the game. I would have to wait until I had her in that room again, her body hot and ripe for whatever I was willing to do to her. It drove me crazy to be near her and not able to touch her; I wanted to take her to the bar that night, and that’s exactly what I did. She didn’t hesitate when I suggested she get in my car and we go to the club together.

Once there, I made her stand in front of me so that I could examine every inch of her body in that dress. I wanted to peel it off of her, and I could tell she wanted the same. Instead, I stood in front of her, our faces inches apart.

“Ask me a question,” I commanded softly. She looked at me straight in the eye, opening her mouth to speak.

“What was your family like?”

I pulled her against me, taking a slow step forward. My hands toyed with the hem of her dress as she stared at me, wide-eyed and hungry.

“My family was very important,” I told her, leaving out the part about my being the vampire king. I wasn’t sure I was ready for her to know yet. “My mother was beautiful and my father, was, well… he was my father. A strange man.” In truth, thinking about my father pained me. He had been a stern man, near abusive to all of us, and at that point I wasn’t strong enough to fight against him. It had been hard growing up.

“Did you have any siblings?” she asked, and I took a step back, letting her go. She had a bereft look on her face that made me want to take her into my arms again, but I wanted her to be patient.

“Take off that dress,” I told her. “Now.”

She peered at me for a moment, biting her lip. Then she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of sheer pink panties that I could tell were wet even from where I was standing. I gave a low growl and resisted the urge to drop to my knees. She was so tempting, so perfect that I found it hard to keep up our game, to take it slow instead of bending her over the chair and taking her roughly from behind like I wanted. But I also wanted to hear her beg for it eventually, and I wanted to build up to the ultimate prize of her body until she was good and ready.

“Now play with your nipples,” I told her, but she shook her head.

“I get another question,” she told me, smiling coyly. “What’s the best thing that ever happened to you?”

“Right now,” I said, “it feels like you.”

She grinned. “That’s a cop out answer.”

“It’s the best answer I have,” I said. “Now do as I say, Emilia.”

I watched as she tentatively lifted her hands to her breasts, holding my eyes. She took her nipples between her fingers and gently pinched them before circling the hard peaks with her fingertips. The sight was so erotic I could have melted into a puddle on the floor. The fact that she was standing there so bravely, bare in front of me, drove me wild with lust.

She stopped asking questions for the night after that. I didn’t have sex with her, nor did I touch her at all. I wanted to see her perform for me, to see how far she would go. She went as far as rubbing herself through her panties with two of her fingers, stroking her folds while standing in front of me. Her whole body was flushed and she was looking at me almost shyly. We spent the rest of the night playing that game, and when she left and tried to kiss me, I pulled my face away and grinned.

“Next time,” I told her. “Maybe.”

She gave a soft sigh and walked out of the room, her hips swaying back and forth in the most intoxicating rhythm. I continued to think about her after she was gone, wondering exactly how this whole thing was going to play out.