Rissa walked briskly to the front door, as Santos swung it open. She stood in the foyer and took a deep breath, her head falling back. "Home."
Alec brushed past her and headed straight to his office. She called after him. “I’m going down to see the chamber, want to join me? First look together?"
Alec was already pouring himself a glass of Midnight when he heard her invitation. He looked over his shoulder at her as she stood there, looking at him as if nothing had changed in their life.
He shook his head. "You go without me." He downed the drink and quickly poured another glass.
She nodded. "I see. Well, I’m going to investigate by myself then.”
Turning her back on him, she sighed as she walked down the stairs to the newly renovated underground room. She wandered through the huge open space, looking at all the elaborate torture gadgets of whips, chains, and prods, all to make her scream in ecstasy. "How delicious. Now I just need to figure out how the hell to get Alec down here. That shouldn’t be difficult, just piss him off."
Letting her hands slide through the floggers, she was so giddy she spun around in the middle of the floor. "You won’t be able to deny me long, Alec Canton. I know you. I know what you lust for."
She felt aroused just standing in this room. Everything she remembered from the chamber in Castello was now here. How she wanted him, fucking her, torturing her, feeding from her. She picked through the long, thick dildos, choosing the one she wanted and climbed onto the table. She stripped naked and began to fuck herself, slow and easy, until the pace was making her insane with need. She made herself cum hard the first time and then began the ritual, over and over, feeling the delicious toys do what her own mate refused her this night.
She knew he’d feel her own passion and desire, and at some point, he’d have to succumb.
72
Santos entered the study with a stack of mail. "Master, do you want the mail now? If not, I can bring it to you tomorrow. I know you must be tired."
Alec dropped down in the chair behind the desk and waved Santos in. "No, bring it now. I need to unwind a bit before I sleep anyway. How did things go while we were gone?"
Santos bowed slightly, as he laid the stack of mail on the desk. "Fine, master. No problems here. The chamber has been completed just as you asked."
Alec grunted as he picked up some envelopes and started to shuffle through them, discarding some to the trash, and opening others. He made a chuffing sound. "Yes, I'm sure Rissa will be pleased. She couldn't wait to check it out. She's there now. That will be all, Santos."
The old butler bowed to him again, as he left the room. "Yes, master." Alec sipped at the Midnight, and propped his feet up on the desk, continuing to work his way through a week's worth of mail. He made his way halfway through the stack when he picked up a FedEx envelope. He checked the return address to find no name, but it was postmarked Thailand. He opened the envelope and a note slipped out onto his lap. Placing the envelope down on the desk, he picked up the note.
Alec, In case this date doesn’t ring a bell, it was the day she told you she was in NYC for a fitting for her wedding dress.
Sincere Regards, Max.
Alec creased his brow as his feet hit the floor. What the fuck? He slid the contents of the envelope onto the desk to find several photos and a flash drive. The photos were all of Rissa, her back to the camera. She was romping nude and with complete abandon in the waves of the surf, her blonde hair tossed by the wind, soaking up the rays of the sun. In another shot, she sat on the end of a pier or boat dock, still nude, looking out over the water. If she was aware of being photographed, she didn’t show it.
Alec looked at the water in the photo, the clear blue turquoise color, and knew she was somewhere exotic. He could see the date stamp on the photos. He ran the timeline through his memory and recalled her request to travel to NYC without him, to meet with her dress designer for a fitting and complete some other shopping. His heart started to pound. So, what was this? She was with Max instead?
He calmed himself down, taking another long drink from the glass of Midnight, telling himself not to jump to conclusions. Falsifying a date stamp would be easy enough to do. And a lot of people would like to bring down his bid for the Presidency right now. These photos could have been taken anytime. Alec wasn’t ignorant of Rissa's relationship with Max before she met him. He picked up the flash drive and, opening his laptop, inserted it into the USB port. The images immediately played across the screen of Rissa, lying beneath him, writhing in obvious pleasure. Alec jumped to his feet, the photos falling to the floor as he watched her throw back her head, freely giving him access to her neck as he drank from her. Alec's eyes glowed red, casting a glow in the dimly lit study. He saw Rissa's hands clawing at his back, leaving the deep scratch marks she always left on Alex’s back, and he couldn’t miss the large diamond on her hand, the one he’d given her. There was no playing with the date stamp. He knew exactly when he gave her that ring. As the reality of her deceit sank in, he watched the unthinkable as she turned to him, sinking her fangs into his flesh, and drinking from him.
She shared the blood covenant with him! She’d sealed herself to him once before, but he refused to make her immortal. That was when Alec had stolen her away, making her his mate. How could she betray him like this? He remembered all the late nights she spent at the gym when she’d blocked him and wondered if that was where she really was. He wondered how long this betrayal had been going on, how many times she’d laid beneath him, and then came home to him! With a single swipe of the hand, he knocked the laptop, the glass, and the lamp from the desk as they all crashed to the floor. His fangs punched through and his breathing was ragged. The bitch played him, humiliated him!
Santos quickly appeared at the door, responding to the commotion. "Master?"
Alec picked up the photos and stuck them in his pocket before he brushed past the butler, as he headed for the newly built chamber. "Get out of my way, Santos."
Alec made his way down the stairs to the underground chamber. He stood at the door and calmed himself, retracting his fangs. She’d not see his anger, at least, not yet. He opened the door and could hear the sounds of her pleasuring herself. As he closed the door in the dimly lit room, he saw her on the table, lying on her back, knees bent and legs spread, as she artfully slid the dildo in and out. "Does it feel good, my darling?"
Rissa snapped her head to the side, as the wicked grin spread across her face. She knew she could lure him down here. Sliding the dildo deep inside her, she moaned and licked her lips while staring at his face. “Yes, but nothing feels as good as you, daddy."
She pouted and moaned as she worked the dildo, coming hard for him, exaggerating the feeling it gave her just for his pleasure. Sitting up, swinging her legs over the side of the table facing him, she threw back her head, her blonde tresses falling across her shoulders. "Want to come play with your baby girl?"
Alec walked slowly around the chamber, ignoring her question as he examined the installation of the equipment transported here from Castello. He ran his hands over floggers and whips, leaving them swaying, as he walked past them. His brain was flooded with the memories of the chamber in Florence, and the nights of debauchery, with both willing and unwilling participants. He turned to her with a wicked grin. "Oh, we're going to play, baby girl. We're going to play like we've never played before."