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Desk Top
by Tears (SHand1998@aol.com)
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The white bloom invitation arrived about one hour before Natalie 
ended her workday.  This evening's flower was a white rose with 
penny sized thorns. Of course no card, a royal summons from her 
greatest tormentor and secret lover, Lacroix.  She never knew when
an invitation would come.  She could hardly wait to see him.

Natalie smiled a sad smile knowing that she had been anticipating
his lips, touch, and demonic possession of her heart and body.  In fact, 
she had been feeling aggressive and testy for a couple of days.  She 
had used a sarcastic and biting tone with Nick and her coworkers 
recently to insure that no one would question her movements.

Natalie had to admit that she was going through lots of small changes 
in order to facilitate her secret trysts.  She had to have prettier underwear 
for starters; she took greater care with her hair and personal hygiene.  She 
brought fancy soap and towels to use in the employee's shower.  Natalie
had brought a change of clothes to her locker so she would have something
fresh and sexy to put on.  Although Lacroix never commented on her attire
she knew that he appreciated her efforts.

At last Natalie was ready and drove to the Raven.  Lacroix had arranged
for her car to be kept in a discrete parking place.  Both of them took a great
deal of guilty pleasure in hiding their trysts.  It would not do for anyone 
to find
out, especially Nicholas.  She was in love with Nicholas but was overcome 
with desire for the evil Lacroix.  

   
Natalie was already so excited by the time she entered Lacroix' private
office that she could hardly breathe.  The room was shrouded in total darkness
except for a baby spotlight focused on the extreme edge of the black lacquered
desk. The desk had a beveled padded lip, which surrounded a highly polished
almost mirrored surface.

Lacroix was sitting in his high back ornately carved chair in the darkness.  
He did not rise to greet her and maintained a tense silence as she approached
the desk.  Natalie would not have known he was there, except that she could
sense his burning eyes on her.

She stood by the desk for what seemed an eternity and waited for him. "Did
you bring your invitation with you?" He asked.  "Of course," she answered with
as much pride as she thought wise and slowly twirled the magnificent rose in 
her fingers.  "I want to see you without anything on your body." He demanded
and continued, "give me your flower." She was mesmerized by his low and 
seductive imperative.  Natalie handed the perfect bloom to her paramour and
started to remove her clothing.  A slow flushing scarlet color infused her 
otherwise pale skin.

"Now lean on the edge of the desk in the light." He said flatly.  Natalie
anchored her long legs and feet in the thick carpet and braced her hands
behind her on the desktop.  She waited and tried to relax by closing her eyes.
Quietly his chair rolled backwards from the desk.  Natalie made a slight
moaning sound.  Lacroix was enjoying his lover's visage and anticipation.
He drew the cool flesh of the rose down the surface of her skin and watched
as she shuddered in its' wake.  The petals caressed the tender skin of her
upper thigh, urging her to slightly part her legs.  He stepped closer to her
still form.  His legs became her support a he carefully moved his hands 
under her shoulders, in an effort to lower and rest her back on the desk's
surface.  Her pelvis was elevated on the table cushion and the rest of her 
body was hidden from the path of the light.

Lacroix cautioned Natalie to keep her eyes closed.  She knew that he
was teasing her by taking an eternity to remove his clothing.  Her 
imagination was running at high speed when the snickering sound of
his belt brushed passed the belt loops.  Her pulse kicked into high gear
at the sound of his zipper descending.  Her breath caught as he stroked his 
icy hands over her velvety skin.  He lightly touched her face and traced down 
to her toes.  He followed his fingers with his tongue.  Lacroix never held 
her or
pulled her to snuggle against his chest.  He did not like to be touched in 
that
intimate way.  His tender and cool lips, teased, pulled, and kissed her 
breasts
into diamond nubs.  He hesitated for a moment, transfixed by her beauty and
her complete surrender.  He thought that if he ever permitted himself to love 
a mortal it would be this wonderful creature.
      
Lacroix kneeled down and as he was lightly raking the rose and its' 
thorns over her chest and abdomen, he placed his lips at the 
junction of her upper left thigh and bottom.  He smiled to himself 
as she gasped in delight and grabbed at the table padding with 
white knuckles.  He was having a rather difficult time dampening his 
vampire instincts as her fragrant and volatile blood perfume was raised 
by the thorns.  His fangs were partially descended when he bit into
her leg.  Natalie felt the rush of exquisite pain as Lacroix gently
tugged on the delicate flesh.  He let his lips and tongue drift to and
caress her swollen labia.  He began to strike her engorged clitoris with
the tips of his fangs and she could not help but twist her body, but 
stilled instantly when he laid his hand on her stomach.  Lacroix knew
that Natalie was now too close to her release and stood up and drug 
his tongue over the tiny pools of her blood.  Lacroix thrilled at the taste
of her all consuming desire for him.

Natalie could feel his tumescent cock as it brushed her leg and labia.
She could feel his quickening breath on her skin and knew that he
was close to their union.  She wanted to touch him, feel his cold flesh
and hold him in her arms, but knew that that would never come to pass.
He leaned close to whisper in her ear.  "Natalie your are my desire."
He entered her with unusual gentleness and allowed her to wrap her 
legs around his waist. She maneuvered her fingers to rub her clit to the
same rhythm as his powerful thrusts.  He had placed his hands on her 
shoulders and pushed her down as he stroked up.  Lacroix felt her 
vaginal muscles starting her frenzied journey as he raised his wrist
and savagely bit into it.  As his blood burst and bubbled into his mouth,
he was released into her sacred chamber.

They reluctantly parted and she reached up and dipped her fingertip 
into a drop of blood on his lip.  As she held the crimson nectar to
her tongue to taste it.  Lacroix swiftly moved her finger to his lips and 
licked.  "That would not be wise my dear doctor, " he commented.  He
reached down and gathered her clothes and handed them to her, dismissing
her at the same time.  He took a step away and then turned back.  He held one 
of her hands to his lips and lightly kissed it.  "Until we meet and love 
again,
my dearest Natalie." He said and left the room.  She was speechless at this 
sign of affection.  She dressed and went silently home.

The End