“Oh that.”
“Yes.”
She slid her arms around his waist and cupped his jean-covered ass. “I’ll never tell, rogue. Not unless you make me.”
“I can do that.” Mac kissed her gently. Her lips. Her cheek. “I might need your special brand of inspiration, since I left most of my interrogation tools at home.”
He watched as the room changed before his eyes. Rose backed away from him and held up her arms, which were instantly cuffed to a Saint Andrews Cross in a club full of people watching them and cheering them on.
She did like to be watched, his demon lover. Mac didn’t mind, as long as he was the only one who got to touch her. He noticed the table heavily weighted with wands and whips, her favorite vibrator and a butt plug. “I admire your attention to detail, Rose, I really do.”
Her skin flushed. “Thank you. I take pride in my work.”
“With all of this at my disposal I’m certain I can make you talk.” If he could make himself wait.
“Please try.”
He bent his head and bit down firmly on her nipple before soothing it with a gentle lick.
“Unfair.”
“I know you like that.” So did he. God, he’d been right. He was never going to get enough of her. Every day he wanted her more, and every night he looked forward to the next. After all this time he finally had something to live for.
Rose.
He reached for the lubricated plug with a shaky sigh. He loved watching her take this. “I think this will do for now. If you can remove these obstacles.”
“Yes.” The cross disappeared, leaving two posts behind to keep her arms bound—the way they’d been in that first fantasy. One of his favorites.
“This is your projection, my love. Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“That’s right.” He walking behind her and placed one hand between her shoulders, watching as she bent forward as far as the chains would allow. “Are you ready to talk?”
“Never, vampire. Do your worst.”
“How about my best?”
She shuddered as he slowly inserted the toy, his restraint slipping away with every soft whimper from her throat. “God that’s good, love. You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want more?”
She shivered. “Always.”
Need hit Mac’s frame and shook him—made his hands tremble. She really had put a spell on him. That was the only explanation. “Someday I’m going to be able to hold out longer than you can.”
Mac gripped her hips and slid his erection between her already damp thighs. “But it won’t be today. Jesus, Rose, you’re going to kill me.”
The crowd watching them cheered and reached for each other, bodies writhing on the floor in reaction to Rose’s arousal.
She really did have an eye for detail.
Mac couldn’t tease her, couldn’t hold back long enough to play out this fantasy. Not today. Not until he’d gotten this frenzied reaction to her a little more under control.
It could take weeks.