This one is for Shana. I told her I'd write a CP story if she did a N&N
one. I hope this qualifies.
This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not
legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you,
please don't read it.
Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site
and the CP adult site. No other permission is granted to
repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line.
This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks
to TPTB for their use.
"A Private Audience" (01/02)
by S. Clark
Tracy pushed her way through the crowd and walked up to the bar.
She was requested to come and meet the owner, one Lucien LaCroix. LaCroix
was also known to the Toronto radio public as The Nightcrawler.
Trying to look causal, she'd dressed in a pair of black jeans and a
v-neck black sweater. She'd seen the crowd here in the past, and knew the
in some odd way, the black clothes and her fair coloring would make her
look like she belonged.
Inside, she waited at the end of the bar, trying to catch the
bartender's attention. While in some ways she was excited about the chance
to meet the man, she was also nervous. After all, here she was in The
Raven. She knew Vachon hung out here. Who knows how many of the others in
the room might be vampires. For that matter, what did she know of LaCroix?
Her partner listened to CERK almost every night. She'd often tried
to ignore the words, his broadcasts. But there was something about the
Nightcrawler's voice. The low, hypnotic tones, that kept drawing her back.
Then, a few nights ago, he'd said something that totally infuriated
her. He was going on about relationships, about how all relationships were
games of power, of control. She was so mad that when she got home she
wrote a letter. She hadn't expected to actually post it. But somehow,
he'd irritated her enough, she couldn't help herself.
Two nights later she got a response. And not just a response, but
a handwritten invitation to come to his club, The Raven. An invitation to
discuss her views on the subject.
Her first thought was to tell Nick, see if he knew anything about
the Nightcrawler. But she also knew she didn't want to be teased by her
partner, and figured that's what he might do if she told him about the
letter.
So, she decided she'd meet this LaCroix. After all, it was a
public club, downtown Toronto. What could happen?
Tracy let out an involuntary shudder. She turned her head and
there he was, standing just behind her. The Nightcrawler. She had been so
lost in her musing that she hadn't even heard him.
He gave her a pleasant smile. "I'm flattered you were able to
accept my invitation."
The unexpected compliment caused a blush to rise on Tracy's cheeks.
"I wanted... I wasn't.... Ummm...." she paused for a moment to collect her
thoughts, aware that her current inability to articulate had as much to do
with his nearness as it did with her embarrassment. "Thank you."
He signaled to the man working behind the bar. "May I offer you a
drink?"
"White wine?"
He passed along the order. "A good choice."
The man placed a glass of white before Tracy, and a one of red
before LaCroix.
"If you'd like, we can move to my office. I think you'll find it a
quieter location."
Tracy took a second to consider the offer. An office, off the main
floor, far less public. But was she just being overly paranoid? She was
an adult, a police detective. She agreed.
He led her down a short hallway and into the office, shutting the
door behind them. The office was neat, conservative. It had a
expensive-looking wooden desk, and a leather couch. He motioned towards
the couch. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Tracy took a seat on one end the couch. LaCroix seated himself at
the other end.
She cleared her throat and gave him a smile. Then she took another
sip of her wine, unable to think of something to say.
"I must say, Miss Vetter, rarely do I get such interesting
responses to my show as the one you had sent."
Tracy put aside all thoughts of what LaCroix was wearing, how
elegant the black trousers and silk shirt looked, and cast her thoughts
back to the letter. "My partner listens to your show."
He raised an eyebrow at the start of the discussion, and she
realized that partner might be a misunderstood term.
"I'm a cop, a detective. We end up in the car a lot in the
evening. He almost always listens to CERK."
"So, he is the one who could be considered my fan?"
"Well, I usually enjoy the show. But sometimes, some of the things
you say."
"For instance?"
"How can you say things like what you'd said the other night, that
relationships are only games of control?"
"And you disagree."
"Yes, I disagree."
"You said your partner listens to CERK. So he controls the radio?"
"Well, it's his car."
"And you always take his car?"
Tracy realized she'd just conceded a point. "Usually."
"So, he controls the transportation. And you don't believe that
this control is an important feature in your relationship?"
"It's not exactly a control issue."
"Then why don't you drive?"
Tracy remembered Nick's reaction the last time she'd suggested
that. "It's just easier if we don't get into a disagreement. Things go
smoother."
"So, for the expediency, you concede control."
"I suppose in this case I do." Tracy pulled up a leg under her,
moving into a more comfortable position. "But I was speaking not
necessarily of work relationships, but interpersonal relationships. Like
with someone you're dating, or married to. It's a partnership, not a game
of control."
"You aren't married, are you, Miss Vetter."
Tracy traced around the rim of the wine glass with her finger.
"No. I was seeing someone, but I'm not sure if there's actually anything,
can be anything, between us."
"So, it's not a partnership."
"There are a few things keeping us apart."
LaCroix's expression remained neutral during his questioning.
"You're unable to commit to him?"
"I think it's more he's unwilling to commit to me."
"So, he's controlling the course of the relationship."
"I suppose in this case he is. But I wouldn't exactly call it a
partnership, either."
"Then what would you like in a relationship, Miss Vetter?"
This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not
legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you,
please don't read it.
Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site
and the CP adult site. No other permission is granted to
repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line.
This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks
to TPTB for their use.
"A Private Audience" (02/02)
by S. Clark
"In a relationship? I want to be equals. And please, call me
Tracy, Miss Vetter sounds so formal."
"Of course, Tracy. You may call me Lucien." He took a sip from
his goblet, then locked his eyes upon her. "You've never wanted a
relationship where you can be in control?"
Tracy shook her head. "No."
"A woman holds power, you know. All she must do is seize it for
herself."
"But I'm not after that kind of power."
"Aren't you?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can you honestly say you'd
wouldn't find the thoughts of such an experience seductive?"
"Normal guys don't want that. They don't want a woman to give them
orders."
"Don't they?"
"Would you?"
LaCroix gave a slight grin, but didn't respond.
"So, if I gave a command?"
"What is it that holds you back, Tracy. We're the only ones
present. We're both adults."
"And if I told you to kiss me?"
LaCroix moved closer, and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek.
Tracy let out a giggle, then buried her face in her hands. She
couldn't believe he was so willing to obey.
"Was that not as you asked, Tracy?"
She pulled her hands down. "That was, interesting."
"Merely interesting?"
"It wasn't exactly a passionate kiss."
LaCroix lowered his voice. "And you want passion?" He stretched
out the last word.
Tracy would feel her heart starting to pound. "Yes."
LaCroix complied, locking his lips over hers. Her mouth opened,
allowing his tongue entrance. She pulled away, gasping for a breath.
LaCroix remained close to her. "Was that closer to what you had in
mind?"
Tracy placed a hand out and ran her fingertips over his cheek. His
skin felt cold to her touch. She moved her hand down to his chest.
Emboldened by his willingness, she started to undo the buttons on
his shirt.
Tracy moved closer and kissed him again, this time while running
her hands over his bare chest. Still, he did nothing that he hadn't
specifically been asked to do.
She took one of his hands and placed it upon her breast. His hand
moved upon it, teasing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, letting
it harden.
"Don't forget the other one," she whispered, pulling away from his
mouth. He complied with the request.
Tracy let her hand run further down his chest, over his abdomen,
and finally down further. She could almost swear she heard a low growl as
she placed her hand found his stiffening member, still enclosed within his
trousers.
She pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, was I too forward?"
"Do you think you were too forward?"
Tracy's brain tried to make sense of if all. Here she was with a
very attractive, undoubtedly powerful man. And he was hers to command.
She liked it.
"So, you're enjoying this?" She was just wanted to hear him say it.
He gave her a wry smile. "I believe you've already found proof of
that."
She ran her hand over his hair, enjoying the feel of the buzzcut
under her fingers. Leaving her hand at the back of her head, she pulled
him forward again, joining their lips together.
Tracy had rarely felt so bold. In her mind, she'd always
considered such actions brazen. This was the kind of thing her mother had
told her nice girls did not do.
Tracy took in a deep breath. "Take off your clothing."
He slipped his shirt off his shoulders. His shoes and socks
followed. Then he stood and unfastened his trousers. He carefully lowered
the zipper, then eased both the pants and the silk boxers beneath over his
erection, before tossing them aside.
"And now mine."
He sat beside her and untucked the sweater from the waistband of
the jeans. She lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head.
His hands descended to her breasts, brushing over the silky
material, then over her shoulders, opening the fastener at the back. He
pulled the bra away from her skin.
LaCroix brought his mouth to her breast, suckling lightly. As he
did this, his hands unbuttoned her jeans. He put an arm around her back,
lifting enough off the couch so he could slide down her jeans and panties.
He knelt before her and took off her shoes and socks. He pulled
off the rest of her clothing. Then he looked up at her, expectantly.
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her legs, pulling them up
her thighs. He wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her nearer to
him.
His mouth was close to her damp sex. She put a hand behind his
head, guiding him closer. He moved his hands to where they could carefully
open her outer folds.
She gasped as his cool mouth found her sensitive nub. He attended
to it, licking and sucking. Incredible sensations shot through her body.
She brought one of his hands to her mouth, and began to suck on his
fingers. She wanted to convey how much she was enjoying his actions.
It didn't take long before his ministrations brought her to the
brink. Tracy leaned her head back and let out a yell as the orgasm
overtook her.
She lowered her head, and looked into his eyes. "Do you think
anyone heard that?"
He gave her a feral smile. "Do you care?"
"No."
He sat up on the couch beside her. She noticed his blue eyes were
flaked with gold.
She placed her hand firmly around his cock, stroking up and down.
"I know what you are."
"Do you?"
"Is it possible for us to go complete this act?"
"Anything is possible." His voice was now low, throaty growl of
the vampire.
Her lips found his. Her tongue probed his teeth, her tongue
stroked the gums above the sharp fangs, now descended.
"Is it possible that we can do this in a way that I won't get hurt?"
"Yes."
She looked into his golden eyes. "Can you guarantee it?"
"You have my word."
She straddled his lap, trapping his erection between their bodies,
rubbing herself against him.
Her fingers ran up his throat, over his cheeks, his temples. Then,
back to his shoulders. She lifted up, then lowered herself onto him.
As she rode him, he sucked upon her breasts. She grimaced in both
pain and joy as his sharp fangs made small cuts upon the tender flesh.
His growls spurred her on, and she increased her rhythm. His
interest, his compliance, bolstered her confidence.
Tracy let out a groan as he pulled his mouth away from her flesh.
His hand grabbed the goblet he'd set beside the couch.
He downed the contents with a single gulp, and dropped the glass
onto the couch as he came, pulsing within her. His hand moved down to her
clit, and quickly brought her to another climax.
Tracy slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his neck,
breathing heavily. A light sheen of sweat had formed on her skin.
He held her, allowing her time to relax, allowing her heart time to
calm.
Finally, she spoke. "That was incredible."
"Because you were in control?"
Tracy let out a hum of contentment. "That did add an interesting
dimension."
She slowly climbed out of his grasp and began to hunt for her
clothing.
He pulled on his own clothes. Removing his goblet from the couch,
he took a seat. Tracy sat next to him.
"So, what next?" This had also been her first casual encounter.
She wasn't quite sure on the protocol.
He took her hand and placed a light kiss on the back. "I hope you
might come and visit me again some evening."
"Really?"
"Oh yes." He smiled. "Really."
Tracy again blushed, wondering why she was still feeling
embarrassed given what they'd just shared.
Tracy nodded. "Ok." She met his gaze, and the realization of her
actions came to her. She'd just had sex with a vampire.
He escorted her to the door, and out to her car. He knew word that
she was under his protection would travel quickly through the community.
It wouldn't be long before Nicholas would know of his encounter.
LaCroix enjoyed that thought. He was eager to get back to his
office and begin work on the following evening's monologue. He wanted his
words to include a special message for his child.
Of course, he also wanted to again capture the young woman's
attention. He had enjoyed watching her assert her power, trust in her
growing confidence. Assertiveness and confidence that could continue to be
grow. Under his control, of course.
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