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Chapter 162— Preparation

Raine

The last three weeks had gone by in a blur. Cage and I had spent our days catching up with his loyal subjects and friends, and our nights catching up on all of the moments we had missed during the time we were apart. Gentle caresses, lingering touches, greedy kisses, our bodies entwined into one, but it was never enough. I would never have enough of him. Even the unending expanse of immortality did not feel sufficient enough time to satisfy my desire for him.

Although...when he acted as he was right now...I'd rather wring his neck than anything else.

My Reception Gala was tonight!

Butterflies quivered and danced in my belly. I was breathless with excitement and curiosity. Cage had insisted on handling every last detail, even down to what dress I wore, and he'd refused to share any information with me...Even after much cajoling and attempted coercion on my part. His answer was always the same—he wanted the entire night to make me feel special, to show much how much he and my father's kingdom loved me.

How could I argue with that logic? I couldn't. But still, it hadn't kept me from pouting on one or two occasions when he didn't give in. I didn't like it when I didn't get my way, and I had a sneaky suspicion that he enjoyed riling me up.

But, no matter. All of the mystery would be revealed soon!

"When do I get to see my dress?!" I jumped up and down on the bed, wearing only a pink see-through bustier and matching lacy panties. The expensive French lingerie had been a gift from Cage. One of many. I remembered the day after we met. He'd admitted we shared an affinity for luxurious underthings. I smirked at the fond memory. He hadn't lied. I loved to wear it, and he loved to see me in it. He was constantly buying me sexy and exotic undergarments.

Cage glanced up at me from the large desk across the room, where he was finishing paperwork and last minute details for our vacation. A slow grin spread across his face as he eyed me up and down. His mercury colored orbs glittered playfully. Of course, he had a smart ass response. "When I say you can."

Hence, my current desire to wring his neck. I narrowed my eyes, but didn't bother to stop bouncing up and down. It was too much fun and a wonderful outlet for my nervous energy.

"You're so damn bossy," I huffed.

He stood to his feet, and crossed the room slowly to me. I worked to control my accelerated breathing. He was gorgeous. From head to toe. Perfect. Dark charcoal, almost black, slacks hung from his hips, perfectly fitted to accentuate his trim waist, tight ass and powerful thighs. His silk button-down shirt was tucked in. The deep grey sheen in the fabric made his silver eyes practically glow.

He gripped both of my hips with his large hands, effectively stopping my up and down motion. I inhaled sharply, and ran my fingers through his almost-black tousled hair, loving the soft texture. He jerked me toward him, so that I was standing at the edge of the bed. "Oh!" a squeak released from my lips.

His pupils dilated, and then, in one long languid lick, he ran his tongue from my naval, down to the triangle of lacy fabric covering the apex between my legs.

I bit back a moan, and tightened my fingers in his hair, pulling his head away from my skin and forcing him to look up at me. It took considerable effort to keep the breathiness out of my voice. "Oh, no you don't. You're not distracting me that easily."

His smile turned into a wicked smirk. He licked his lips. A rumble came from his chest, low and deep. "Is that a challenge, Tigru?"

I couldn't stop the flash of heat that ran down my spine straight to my core. For a moment, I forgot about everything else. Nothing existed in my world but his darkening liquid eyes. I relaxed my hold on his head. He took full advantage and pushed his nose right between my legs and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of my arousal. He growled with his lips pressed against my panties, "You smell so fucking good."

Goosebumps broke out on my flesh, and I shivered from head to toe. It took every bit of my self-control to curl my fingers back tightly in his hair and force his head out from between my legs. I gave him a shaky reprimand, "Stop sniffing my pussy, and answer my question."

He chuckled, the sound sensual and seductive. Rather than answer, he simply tightened his hold on my hips and lifted me from the bed, setting me on the floor next to him. He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my back. With a quick kiss on the top of my head, he spoke into my hair, "Let's go."

I pushed away from his chest. "What do you mean, 'go'? Isn't my dress being delivered here?"

"No, this ceremony has its own traditions, and preparations that I plan to take full advantage of."

I quirked an eyebrow, and replied sarcastically, "Well, that explains everything, Mr. Forthcoming. Care to elaborate?"

"Nope." One of his hands trailed down my back until he palmed my ass. "Just grab your robe and let's go."

I blinked. Maybe I hadn't heard him correctly. "Wait a minute. You just want me to toss on a robe...over my bra and panties...and then head out the door with you? If we're headed out, shouldn't I get dressed first?" Surely, he didn't want me walking half-naked through the halls.

He shook his head. His lips curled into an even more mischievous smirk, if that were possible. The butterflies in my belly fluttered madly, as he purred, "Just the robe."

I stood there, refusing to move. There was no way I was going to walk around in my underwear, even with a robe to cover it. But I was abruptly jolted out of trying to figure out the mystery when he spanked me on the ass, none too lightly, I might add. "Oh!" I gasped, startling in his embrace, but his strong arms kept me locked in place. My chest rose and fell faster, as my breathing increased to match the adrenaline rocking through my system.

He rubbed my stinging flesh with his large palm and whispered huskily in my ear, "Never forget that I am in control tonight, Tigru. Now, unless you want me to take you over my knee and spank that ass until it's a pretty shade of pink, I suggest you get moving."

Heat flashed over my skin in hot, thick waves. I trembled, but forced back my arousal and muttered a petulant threat, "Fine. But don't forget...paybacks a bitch."

He laughed, "Not tonight, she isn't."

He released me from his tight hold, and I made my way into the large walk-in closet to find a robe to cover myself with. When I emerged, he gave an approving nod and held a hand out. I accepted it and we left.

Given the large size of Armand's estate, it took us fifteen minutes to walk to our destination. When we ventured into a section of the strong-hold that I had never visited before, I didn't bother to ask Cage where we were going. I knew he wouldn't.

Finally, we stopped outside a set of large, ornate double doors. Cage grasped one of the handles and swung the door open, stepping back to motion me through. When I entered, my head swiveled around and I pulled in a breath.

It looked as if we'd stepped into a luxury spa. The smooth walls were painted in a neutral palette of alabaster, bisque and pecan, broken up by sections of textured natural stone from floor to ceiling. My attention drifted upward as I admired the unique chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was crafted with elegantly positioned tree branches, curving upward, traces of bark still intact and delicate glass bowls that twinkled with light. The warm glow of the chandelier wasn't the only light in the room. Several groupings of candles were positioned around the space, tossing flickering light and casting shadows.

Five female attendants instantly dropped into a curtsy, their heads inclined with respect and deference. They held the pose, waiting patiently to be acknowledged.

"Please stand," I murmured and they righted themselves, looking at me with large smiles. They wore various sheer white slip dresses, in different lengths and styles, but all with exquisite lace and all sheer, almost through. However revealing their outfits were, they were not adorned in collars. So, not pets then.

Cage answered my unspoken assessment when he leaned down from behind me, and murmured, "Raine, this is Rachel and her staff. They will help you get ready for tonight. They are employed humans that live here and get paid handsomely for their work— because they are very good at what they do."

"It's nice to meet you," I acknowledged, still wondering exactly what help they planned to provide and what talents they had, which obviously had Cage's seal of approval.

The woman standing in the middle and slightly ahead of the group beamed at me. She had large chestnut-brown almond eyes and a welcoming smile. Her honey colored hair was piled in intricate braids on the top of her head. Her voice was smooth as silk. "Queen Raine, we are honored that you would allow us this opportunity to serve you."

Cage kissed my cheek. "I'll be back, love, when you are finished." I turned to face him. He brought his mouth down and whispered against my lips, "Enjoy yourself." There was something in his tone, I wasn't sure what, maybe humor or slyness... something.

"Okay," I murmured, trusting his assessment that I would have a pleasant experience. After a kiss to my forehead, he gave a small nod to Rachel and left.

Rachel extended her hand toward two large double doors at the back of the room. "Right this way, my Queen."

When we passed through the grand doors, I inhaled sharply. If the reception area could be considered beautiful, this room was absolutely stunning. There was a very large, black marble, walk-in bath tub. The cool-tone deep Mediterranean blue and sea-glass green colored water, presented a startling pop of color against the otherwise neutral tones in the room. The length and width were so significant, I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a large bathtub or a small pool. Toward the back of the bath, water poured down from a large round showerhead, as if raining.

One of the attendants bent down and sampled the temperature of the water with her hand, while Rachel explained, "The first step of the process is a bath. Special attention will be paid to every surface of your skin and hair, assuring the experience is both pleasurable and relaxing. We are here to pamper and prepare your body for tonight's festivities."

"Oh...okay." I liked the pampering part, but wondered why she added emphasis to the word prepare. I had been to many resort spas in the past but suspected this process would be considerably different. Amped up vampire-style. Starting with my full nudity.

Had I been human, I might have been embarrassed at the prospect of being bathed by strangers, but my change into a vampire had removed my inhibitions. However, I was still insecure about the scars on my back. Not as much as before, but a little, so I hesitated when she reached for my robe. "May I?"

Seeing my reluctance, she said softly, "Master Micage told us about the scars. I can assure you we only see beauty when we look at you...and strength."

I took a deep breath in, filling my lungs and slowly released it, and then nodded. She removed the robe and another attendant, her name was Sarah, helped me out of my panties and bra. Once I was naked, two attendants gently clasped my arms and led me down the black marble steps into the warm water. The two-foot deep water swirled around my legs, set into motion by unseen jets beneath the surface.

When we reached the large showerhead, I let them position my body so that the water poured down my back. Rachel murmured, "Sarah and I will wash your body, while Jules cleans and conditions your hair."

"Alright," I replied.

She clasped my neck with both hands and gently tilted my head back, so that the water wetted all of my hair, and said soothingly, "The cleansing process gets quite...intimate, but we'll walk you through each step."

Intimate? Well, yes, I'm naked and they're washing me. But her words sounded like she meant something more, something more than just the obvious intimacy that came with bathing, I just wasn't sure what. Rather than ask, I decided to go with it. I was certain Cage was aware of the details and he had told me just enjoy myself so that's what I would do.

I did enjoy myself as Rachel and Sarah used little cotton cloths to apply various soaps to my body and Jules used her fingers to massage shampoos and conditioners in my hair. They worked in comfortable silence for the most part, unless Rachel was explaining a particular product or the next step, while peaceful music played in the background.

As Jules began to apply a hot oil treatment to my hair and work it in with her fingers, Rachel selected a small bottle. She held it up, so I could read the label, and explained, "This undiluted blend of oil is used to clean and condition the vagina and anus."

Well. Okay, then.

So here was the 'quite intimate' portion she referred to earlier. Clearly, I was going to be cleaned inside and out. Couldn't say I'd ever had this particular treatment at any spa before. But, I was feeling very relaxed and they had been utmost professional and kind, and I had enjoyed chatting with them. It would certainly be a unique experience for sure, and I guessed I understood the necessity, particularly given the upcoming activities of the evening—Cage would be in both of those locations. My core clenched with arousal. Rachel opened the bottle. The scent of the oil wafted up, tickling my nose. "What's in it?" I asked.

"Sweet orange, sandalwood, and jasmine are the primary ingredients, along with patchouli and ylang-ylang," she answered as she positioned a small step stool to the side of me. She poured some directly into her palm and handed the bottle to Sarah to do the same, and then they both knelt down to one knee. Rachel looked up at me. "Place your foot on the stool. This position will help us reach all of the necessary areas."

I did as she instructed, opening my body to them, lifting my leg and placing one foot on the stool with my knee bent.

"Very good," she murmured softly. "Just try to relax and enjoy the sensation of our fingers."

I nodded and tried not to startle when I felt them press their oil covered fingers to my skin. The oil itself was hot and it was very difficult not to respond when Rachel slowly and careful pulled my folds apart, so that she could run her fingers along each side, working the liquid into each inch of my flesh, not missing any crevice. She repeated the process, adding more oil, firmly grasping each fold and tugging gently as she ran her fingers along it. At the same time, Sarah twirled her silky fingers around the tight hole in my backside, massaging the oil into the puckered skin.

I bit back a moan. Shit.

When Rachel was satisfied with my folds, she swirled her fingers around my entrance, cleaning the outer skin, and then ran her fingers up through my small triangle of curls. Her voice was soft, "Lean forward. Place your hands on my shoulders to support your weight and tilt your bottom in the air."

I was a little bit beyond the capacity to think clearly and so, just complied, repositioning my body forward, grasping her shoulders and pushing my butt up. Sarah murmured from behind me, her voice resonating in a similar smooth and calming tone, "That's good," and then pressed one of her slick fingers right into my ass.

"Ahh..." an incomprehensible moan released from my throat. Arousal flared through me bright and strong. I pushed it back. They were cleaning me. Cleaning. That's it.

She eased her finger in and out, slowly. She must have noticed my tension and whispered, "Just relax your muscles." I focused on slowing my breathing and unclenched my body.

"Very good," she praised, gently massaging my butt cheek with her free hand. "I'm going to add more oil and another finger. Not only does the oil cleanse, but it absorbs into your skin, making it supple so that it will stretch easily later."

"Uh huh," I groaned loudly. Right, no embarrassment there, apparently Cage had been very specific about my needs for this evening in regards to preparation. He was nothing if not an excellent planner, I thought wryly.

Sarah added more oil to her fingers and pushed another digit inside my ass, while Rachel slid two fingers inside my core. They worked in tandem, both of them running their fingers around the inside edges, Sarah scissoring her fingers open to stretch and work the oil into the walls of my ass; and then pressing their fingers together against the thin layer of skin inside my body that separated them.

I was shaking. I felt full and hot, the oil burned inside me. My chest heaved, and I panted. Another loud moan came from my chest. Rachel cooed, "I know. You're doing wonderfully. We're almost done."

In and out, adding more oil, around and around, they went. It felt like heaven, but not enough...Their movement was too slow to get me off. My head dropped forward, I rocked my hips against their fingers, and let out a low plea, "Rachel..."

"You must calm yourself, my Queen," Rachel urged. "I know what you want, but you must hold it in. You cannot come. Not now. Master Micage was very strict on this order."

I was going to kill him. Pick him apart piece by piece.

He knew! He had to have known what they were going to do to me. That sparkle in his eye, before he left, as he told me to 'enjoy myself. Damn him! He wasn't even here and he was tormenting me, making me wait to come. My legs trembled as they continued their sweet torture.

"Just a little bit more..." Rachel soothed.

Well, their 'little bit more' obviously meant 'a little bit deeper' because both of them pressed their fingers in as far as they would go, pushing deep into my body.

I let out a long moan. The pleasure was excruciating.

After another minute, they pulled their fingers away.

I hissed and then exhaled in relief.

I raised my head and stared into Rachel's kind almond shaped eyes. She praised, "You did beautifully. We'll help you out and get you dried off."

I was glad for their assistance because my limbs felt a bit like jellyfish. Once I was out of the water, they patted me down with a thick fluffy white towel, and wrapped it around my mid-section.

We walked to another room, also beautifully decorated. It had fresh cut flowers, a water-fall feature along the wall and more flickering candles.

"Please have a seat. Jules, Sarah and I are going to change and be right back. In the meantime, Rose will serve you refreshments."

I looked down at Rachel's outfit. Even though she hadn't gotten directly under the water, her lacy slip was drenched, making it virtually see through. She may as well have been just as naked as I was. I nodded and gave her a

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