A Blackdagger drabble
Not sure how many of you have read the Blackdagger books (besides Darya *wink*), but I've written another Vishous drabble...well double-drabble, since it's a wee bit over 200 words.
If you don't know the books, you probably won't get the whole of it....but here it is anyway. :)
● Title: A Good Night
● Author: Isabel77
● Rating: R
● Word Count: 223
● Disclaimer: Based on characters created by JR Ward...not mine.
● Summary: A visit to V's penthouse from the female's POV.
I wait patiently, though my heart is racing. He knows I’m here, He watches me from the darkness of His lair. The glow of His cigarette flares before He extinguishes it and opens the glass door, beckoning me forth with only the slightest motion of His fingers.
As I enter, black candles spring to life at His will and my breath catches in my throat, as it always does, when I see Him. He is magnificent. So tall, so broad; His glorious torso bare, His long legs wrapped in supple black leather. Silky black hair nearly covers His remarkable eyes and I wish just once that I could touch it, run my fingers through it, but I know that would never be allowed.
My heart stops as He looks me over and I pray He finds me pleasing. I’ve followed His instructions to the letter and I’m flooded with relief when He gives me His nod of approval.
“Put this on.” He commands in His deep, rich voice and hands me a mask.
I do as I’m told and as I make my way blindly to the rack, I can sense His mood. He’s very tense and I feel an underlying anger waiting to be released.
I smile under the leather covering my face. This is going to be a good night.
If you don't know the books, you probably won't get the whole of it....but here it is anyway. :)
● Title: A Good Night
● Author: Isabel77
● Rating: R
● Word Count: 223
● Disclaimer: Based on characters created by JR Ward...not mine.
● Summary: A visit to V's penthouse from the female's POV.
I wait patiently, though my heart is racing. He knows I’m here, He watches me from the darkness of His lair. The glow of His cigarette flares before He extinguishes it and opens the glass door, beckoning me forth with only the slightest motion of His fingers.
As I enter, black candles spring to life at His will and my breath catches in my throat, as it always does, when I see Him. He is magnificent. So tall, so broad; His glorious torso bare, His long legs wrapped in supple black leather. Silky black hair nearly covers His remarkable eyes and I wish just once that I could touch it, run my fingers through it, but I know that would never be allowed.
My heart stops as He looks me over and I pray He finds me pleasing. I’ve followed His instructions to the letter and I’m flooded with relief when He gives me His nod of approval.
“Put this on.” He commands in His deep, rich voice and hands me a mask.
I do as I’m told and as I make my way blindly to the rack, I can sense His mood. He’s very tense and I feel an underlying anger waiting to be released.
I smile under the leather covering my face. This is going to be a good night.