"All right," she said in a sibilant whisper, "it's time for the grand finale! Time to climax like you've never done before. Are you ready, my sweet?"
Billy grimaced, probably rubbed raw and more than a little peeved at Pink. What might have seemed like a game, a challenge, at first had become an endurance test he couldn't have anticipated or prepared for. For a fleeting moment, his eyes widened and his lips became a thin line signaling his cock's exhaustion.
"You're drooping," his partner accused. "Instead of believing in my powers, instead of being focused on my fine body and my flawless skin-not to mention the insatiable cunt that's still hungry for you-you're feeling sorry for yourself! Why, I think you're afraid of me, Billy Tripplehorn!"
"Dammit, I am not afraid of-"
She whirled in his arms and brought her face very close to his, so he had no choice but to gaze into her eyes…those eyes that had beguiled many a witless man to an untimely demise. Her smile made my insides tighten, for her features took on the sharp edge of a predator closing in for the kill.
"Ah-now you're stiffening!" she insisted, her pearly incisors no longer hidden by those perfect, pouty lips. "Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, Billy, but death…the idea of coming so hard you never come back…"
Pink framed his dark face by slipping her fingers deep into his unruly curls. Then she kissed him on the cheek…letting her lips and those slick little teeth tease his sensitive skin all the way along the vein that throbbed at the side of his neck. Her movements became languid and alluring, just as her voice lowered into that mesmerizing register that would lull him into a sense of love and trust.
"To pass into the next world…to pass on in the throes of white-hot passion," she murmured as a seductive lullaby, tickling his ear with her breath. "It's the ultimate experience, sweetheart. I can take you there, my love…I can transform you with my kiss, Billy."
Slowly, with a finesse that made my puss tighten with need, Miss Pink undulated up and down his rampant shaft. "Come just once more for me, and I'll make you mine, " she promised. "You'll be irresistible-impossible to reject-and you can make love this way with whomever you wish, for as long as she can stand it. You can become a legendary lover through the centuries, as I have. Together, my Billy, there is nothing we can't do…no one we can't have."
His eyes closed halfway, and he relaxed with a shudder. "Tell me what you want," he breathed.
Pink's fiendish little grin displayed the fangs that had reached their full length now, and I roused myself from the stupor of these past hours-the spell she'd cast so effortlessly over both of us. She had obviously forgotten her promise to leave Billy for me, and the poor man was now totally under her control.
"Tell me what to do," Tripplehorn murmured in a faraway voice. His hands were wandering over the vampire's lush backside, inviting her closer.
"Run like hell!" I shouted. "For God's sake, Billy, wake up and shake her off!"
Pink turned to glare at me, which released him from that hypnotic gaze. I charged toward them, wedging my hands between their bare bodies to pry them apart.
"Let him go, dammit!" I muttered, dodging the fatal kiss Pink had intended to plant on Billy's neck. "You promised I could have him back! Liar!"
"Fool!" the vampire spat. "If you'd trusted me for another moment, I'd have-"
"You'd have sunk your greedy teeth into me! Like a damn animal!" Billy staggered backwards, shaking his head to clear it. "Now open that door and let me out of here, bitch. I never had a fighting chance and you know it!"
Just that fast Miss Pink changed from a striking snake to a petulant, pouting little girl. Her eyes shone with tears. Her naked body quavered, and her wavy red hair fell forlornly around her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong, Billy. I was only playing a lover's game-proving how you could come as many times as we wanted, if you only believed in my powers."
"Well I'm through playing now," he said tersely. "I'm getting out of this Godforsaken place, so open the door!"
With a toss of her head, the vampire did as he wished. But she wasn't happy about it: crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Pink turned her back on us and walked toward her open casket. Without so much as a glance our way, she slipped into the silken interior of her bed and shut the lid. The snick of an inside lock echoed in the candlelit room, and then all was quiet. Eerily, uneasily quiet.
"Let's go," I whispered, leading the way to the pale light of the downstairs hall. "I don't believe for one minute that she's finished with us. Let's go up and get our clothes on, and we can decide the best place to take you until-"
But we got no farther than a step beyond the gilt-edged door. Perfidia awaited us, looking sleek and slender in a fitted gown the color of moonlight-the color of her pallid skin. She stood blocking the stairway with a graceful arm, one hip cocked demurely as she took a long draw from her stiletto cigarette holder. Those demon-green eyes glimmered with purpose as she looked from Billy to me.
"Going my way?" she asked coyly.
Chapter 7: Pandora's Box, Revisited
Perfidia's question echoed in the narrow stairway, more a threat than an invitation. Going my way, indeed! She left us no choice, for her menacing presence prevented us from pushing past her into the house, and there was no other way out of this subterranean lair.
We were at her mercy.
"Are you afraid of me?" she mocked. Again she sipped on her cigarette, her eyes flaring a feral green as she blew the smoke from her nostrils like the deadly dragon she was. She awaited our reply as though she had an eternity to hear it-for she did.
I let out an exasperated, tired sigh. "Look, I'm sorry we woke you up, but it was Pink's idea-"
"Pink schmink," the vampire muttered. Her pale gown flowed over her body like sparkling champagne as she shifted suggestively, giving Billy a direct shot of her parted thighs. Even in the corridor's dimness, her vee of curls was visible through the sheer gown, and the air around us became redolent with the scent of her wet sex. "Playtime is over. Now that Pink has warmed you up, it's time Mr. Tripplehorn learned the discipline for becoming your lover, Andrea. You will follow me. We will begin at once."
"I don't know what your game is here," Billy retorted, his brown eyes flashing, "but I want no part of-"
"Game? You think the continuation of your existence is a mere parlor trick to us?" Faster than we could fathom, Perfidia pinned him to the wall by sticking the end of her cigarette holder against his windpipe. "And if you think for one minute you have any control over what happens here, you're even denser than I anticipated."
Her nasty little tsk, tsk whispered doom in the gloomy passageway as Billy and I held our breath. "Could be you'll require more than the usual harnessing and whipping," she mused aloud. "I hope this muscled body of yours will fit into my cage, Billy, because I'm sure your ego will require some shrinking-"
"You will NOT be locking him into your infernal-"
Perfidia didn't even touch me with the finger she pointed to shut me up. The sheer malevolence flickering in her gaze shot through her digit, stifling my outburst-suggesting she had a lesson of control and humiliation in mind for me, as well.
"You've come to a crossroads in your sheltered life, my dear Andrea," she said in a coiled voice. "A young woman ready to take on a lover-believing she's entitled to a life outside these walls-is old enough to know the truth about who she is and why she's alive. For all your intelligence, you've remained blissfully ignorant for far too long.
"So you'll be coming with me now," she continued with Billy, her lips curling with her subtle turn of phrase. "Coming only when I allow you to, and every time I command it. A lesson every lover should learn-and I'm just the woman to teach it."
My mind reeled with the questions I'd avoided since my childhood in the Sisters' orphanage, for I'd never needed to know the details of my birth. I tried to hang back, tried to stall for time and perhaps the diversion Perfidia's blond slaves or Cerise could provide, but the vampire turned. Her power pulled us up the stairs without allowing our feet to touch the rough stones, let alone allowing us to protest or reason with her. I tried to catch Billy's eye-to signal my apology or warn him silently of the dangerous situation that might await us-but his gaze was locked on the alluring curve of this mistress's backside.