She was amused when some friends invited her over for what they called a serious session of role-playing. She was bored enough to join them, expecting a long and tedious night of young men with cheap false beards and women draping shawls over themselves, sneaking around trying to pick everyone's pockets. So she was amused when only a few people attended, and were seated around a low table, each possessing only dice, a pen and a pad of paper. It seemed ridiculous, when she could have better spent her time flirting at a club somewhere, having much better odds of not going home alone. She sighed, resolving to make the best of it, the immediate future looking incredibly bleak.
And the late arrival came through the door. Six feet tall, chin length brown hair, and the simple glitter of a diamond in one ear. He was introduced around the table as Brandon. She was immediately intrigued, and tried to keep from obviously staring at him. His voice was low, and he had a dark and deceptive way of glancing around the table at the other players. His blue-gray eyes met hers just once, and she felt the electric jolt across the table. She began to pay attention, watching the way he moved, the way he spoke, becoming entranced and incredibly aroused by the deliciously savage way he described his game character's actions, severing enemies' heads, tearing his sword slowly through monsters. The quiet deliberation on his face was rapidly becoming the most erotic thing she'd ever witnessed. She mentioned a few deliberately savage things, and drew his attention back to her, proceeding to ignore the rest of the table while the game progressed, matching wits only against each other. When the game broke up, she moved in, strategically cornering him by the door.
He was surprised when the viciously creative woman with the dark red hair across the table invited him for coffee. He'd watched her play, watched her flirt, and had been steadily more attracted to her for the past hour. He was quiet at first in the coffee house, and then began to lower a few walls, enjoying her company. She didn't seem to care if anything she said offended anyone else, was almost brutally honest when she spoke, and Brandon hadn't had honesty for quite some time. They slowly moved into darker, more sexually explicit subjects, discovering that they shared an interest in Japanese erotic animation, hentai and manga. She began to smile more often at him when she mentioned illustrated vampire sorcerers and how very much she liked to be bitten. He grinned, relaxed enough in her company to admit to his complete, full-bodied weakness for being clawed by a woman's nails. And he felt more than willing when she asked him to come home with her, for what they both knew wouldn't be another coffee.
Brandon glanced around at the showroom floor-style apartment that seemed so completely at odds with her dark and somehow violent personality. She showed him to a rather comfortable chair, and they began talking again, getting relaxed with each other again after the mildly jarring interruption caused by the drive over. Then he felt his breath stop as she came to sit on the edge of the coffee table before him and leaned forward, putting her hand on his thigh.
"I'll let you do anything you like to me, Brandon, " she said suddenly in her quiet, continually amused voice, looking up at him with those dark green, penetrating eyes. She grinned. "Be brutal, be sweet, bite me, tongue me, tear me apart, or turn me over and take me backward. I want to know what you're capable of, even if the idea shocks you."
Brandon froze, wondering immediately at the joke, trying to figure out the trick. He suspiciously cast his mind about for the trap she was laying, and was caught unawares when she leaned closer to him, placing her other hand on his knee. She grinned, baring those deliciously sharp teeth at him.
"I'd like to know you better, and I can only know you like that by seeing how you put your hands on me. Don't think twice about it, whatever comes into your mind, and don't doubt anything you want to do, however outrageous it is." She stood then, and bent down to run her tongue over his lower lip. He was too shaken by surprise to kiss her. She smiled, then whispered against his mouth, "And I won't say a word."
He suddenly decided he didn't care if she was leading him on, or setting him up. He had been half hard since she looked at him across that gaming table, saying in that dark, sexy voice that she was slitting the throat of a warlord. He'd felt himself harden to full, throbbing length the moment she touched his thigh, and was past the point of caring whether she lied. He stood, brushing against her, feeling his cock twitch as his chest moved against her breasts, and he looked down at her, breathing fast. She just smiled that savage smile, taunting him, challenging him. He looked around the immaculate room; and an evil grin crossed his handsome face. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to an empty part of the floor, and then leaving her there while he crossed to the curtains. He ripped a cord from the hanging drapes and returned to her. Brandon pulled her hands behind her back and tied them tightly together.
She laughed quietly, low in her throat. "Oh, yes, darling, that's the way."
Her laugh ripped through him like a knife, urging him to conquer. He snarled and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head back before lowering his head. He sank his teeth into the side of her throat, felt the shock tighten her body, and tasted the sweet sharpness of blood in his mouth. She moaned, and the sound drew him out of his anger enough to look at her. She grinned savagely at him, and then moved up on her toes to kiss him violently, spreading the blood over his teeth with her tongue. He realized she hadn't been laughing at him, but laughing with the suddenness of her pleasure, and the thought made him take his time on her mouth, twirling and stroking her tongue with his, holding her steady with a fist in her hair.
