Permission granted to place on JADFE archive. "Games" LaCroix/Female Explicit LaCroix property of Tri Star, Kate property of me Reasonable distribution only, please. LaCroix gazed at the long white neck bent over the computer keyboard, the brow furrowed in concentration. He admired the lovely form of his accountant as she worked on stock transfers in his Toronto townhouse. LaCroix had desired her from the moment he had hired her a year ago. However, a good accountant was hard to find. Especially one who came so highly recommended by Janette. She was discrete, very talented and never asked personal questions. So LaCroix had resisted the urge to turn their relationship into a more personal one. He knew of course that she desired him, but he also knew that she would never act on it. She would never breach their business relationship, her control was without peer. Normally he would see such control as a challenge, but he had resisted the temptation - till now. LaCroix had had a particularly trying week with Nicholas and Kate appearing today had happened upon him in a particularly malicious mood. Kate looked up at her employer, catching his intense gaze upon her. Her gray eyes betrayed a momentary fascination, but it was quickly quelled. "The stock transfer you requested has gone through with no problem sir, I would recommend however moving some of your North American funds to one of your offshore accounts." Kate said in her usual cool, professional tones. "Whatever you recommend Kate, you have not failed me yet." He smiled down at her. She nodded and once again bent her head over the computer. LaCroix realized he knew very little about his lovely employee. Other than she obviously had no personal life whatsoever, no matter what hour of the day LaCroix had requested her presence, she always appeared. Always dressed impeccably, cool and collected, a true enigma. An enigma he intended to solve tonight. He allowed himself to imagine her lithe white body laid across his bed, her long black hair spread out around her, her skin flushed with passion. He felt heat brush across his groin at the images his mind was conjuring. Patience, he told himself, you have waited a year, what are a few more minutes? Giving a satisfied smile, she shut down the computer. "All done sir. Will there be anything else?" Kate looked up at him enquiringly, as she did every meeting they had. This time however, it was to be different, as she would soon learn. LaCroix, sitting on the edge of the desk reached over and brushed away the strands of hair that had come loose from the knot she wore her hair in. He heard Kate's breath catch in her throat at his touch against her face. "Oh yes my dear Kate," LaCroix whispered, "so much more." Kate looked uncertain at this unexpected change in her employer’s personality, he had never made any move towards her that wasn't utterly professional. Leaning over, LaCroix brushed his lips against hers. He rested his hands on either side of the chair she was sitting in, his nearness causing Kate's heart to beat faster. LaCroix watched in amusement her efforts to control her wayward body. Good, he thought, he wanted to see just how far he could push her. This would be very entertaining, he thought in anticipation. "I know you have wondered about what we would be like together, Kate." LaCroix told her in his most seductive tone. "Admit it my dear. It is impossible to hide your desires from me." LaCroix reveled at seeing the trapped look in her eyes, an intoxicating site for any hunter. She cleared her throat before answering. " I don't see how that is at all relevant, my thoughts if I have them, are my own. We have always maintained a strictly business relationship, and that's the way I think we should keep it." He smirked at Kate's protest, of course she had no idea of what she was up against. LaCroix could smell her desire, could hear her heart racing. He would have her, and she would welcome him. Of this he had no doubt. "Do you mean to tell me Kate that you feel nothing when I touch you - here?" LaCroix moved his hand up under Kate's skirt to run along her thigh. He was pleased to discover she wore stockings and garters. He had been quite disappointed when pantyhose had appeared, he found them terribly unerotic. LaCroix felt her muscles contract under his touch, but remarkably, her expression remained the same. "Or here?" He moved his hand farther up her thigh, running one long finger under the elastic leg of her panties. This did get more of a reaction, he heard her stifle a gasp. "Can you truthfully tell me you feel nothing?" he asked her, leaving his hand on her bare thigh. She fought to keep her voice level, "I never said I felt nothing, merely that I don't think it is wise to act on those feelings. I've never had a personal relationship with a client, I don't intend to start now." LaCroix laughed, she was proving far more interesting then he had anticipated. He had always enjoyed a good hunt, this one would prove to be most satisfying. "You will learn in life, my dear, that every rule has an exception. And I'm the exception to this particular rule." With that he bent over her once again, this time kissing her deeply. He ran his other hand up her other leg, both hands coming to rest across her hips. Kate moaned under the double assault to her senses, LaCroix grinned triumphantly at this small victory. "You must admit I'm right," he whispered, as he caught her lower lip in his teeth, gently nibbling it, following the trail his teeth made with his tongue. His hands caressed her hips before once again moving down her thighs. Kate was finally overcome, she was, after all only human and no match for the seductive power of the determined and ancient vampire. LaCroix smiled down at her evilly, he hadn’t finished toying with her just yet. "So you persist on denying the truth?" he asked her, knowing of course she was not able to respond. "Very well, a test then. You will prove to me you can't be had." LaCroix allowed the vampire to show, his eyes gold, fangs extended. He had long suspected that Kate had some idea about the existence of his kind. After all, she was intelligent and had several vampire clients. He saw the pieces click into place for her, all her suspicions coming together. And with that realization, fear. Good, he thought to himself, as he intended. This was quite delicious, slow mental torture. Something he had always enjoyed, especially with a beautiful woman. He lifted her, sitting her on the desk. Taking her face in his hands, he locked her gray eyes with his still gold ones. "You see Kate, you have challenged me and gambled that you can beat me," his voice hissed. "Now you'll learn the stakes of losing that gamble, but I am willing to give you a sporting chance." LaCroix saw a look of steely determination enter her eye. Good, she hadn't given in. It would make her eventual submission so much sweeter. "I am not a toy," she said, keeping her voice remarkably steady, controlling her fear. LaCroix's admiration for her went up another notch. He was beginning to think he would let her live through the night. "But that's exactly what you are, child. You are a mortal, I am a vampire. You live or die by my whim. A toy for my amusement, my - gratification," he said conversationally. LaCroix reached behind her, removing the pins that held her hair. The long wave of black hair fell about her shoulders like a cloak. LaCroix's features returned to normal, his eyes once again ice blue. "Now for the stakes. You claim to be able to resist my advances. Very well, you shall prove it, no matter what I do you will say no word, make no move." LaCroix pronounced, his tone cold. "If you do, you will have failed. And I assure you, I punish failure most harshly," his voice became menacing. Kate shivered at LaCroix's 'stakes', she was determined to try, but knew she was doomed to failure. How could she resist him when she wanted him and always had? Why did she have to be so stubborn, she berated herself, always sticking to her principles? Kate's heart quailed at his last words, she could only imagine what fate LaCroix would mete out at her failure of his 'test'. LaCroix swept everything off the desk before turning his attention to the lovely Kate. He was very interested to see just how long she could hold out, and then.... well time would tell. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling it back from her face to look at her. His hands moved to the wide leather belt that was on her suit jacket, slowly unbuckling it and pulling it away form her waist. He stroked the smooth leather with his long fingers, abruptly snapping it together, making Kate jump. "How convenient," he said, eyeing the wide leather strap before dropping it to the floor. LaCroix removed her jacket throwing it aside. He then moved to the buttons on her blouse, smiling wickedly as he ripped it open. Placing her on her feet momentarily, he removed her skirt, then sat her back on the desk. First, he removed her shoes, then LaCroix turned his attention to her garters, undoing each one delicately. Taking the edge of one stocking, then the other, he slowly drew each one down her leg, allowing his hands full contact with the soft skin revealed beneath. Once both legs were bare, he took her foot in his hands and ran his tongue over the sole. He saw her hands tighten on the edge of the desk, but nothing more. He kissed her leg up its length, reaching the cleft between her legs. LaCroix ran his tongue under the elastic, tangling it in the soft hair beneath. He heard her make a soft whimper, but decided to allow the small noise. He had said word or action after all. He moved to her hips and pulled her panties off over them, lifting her slightly as he pulled them past her bottom. Now only the bra remained. LaCroix drew his hands up over her stomach to her breasts. He slipped his fingers under the band of her bra, stroking her nipples with his thumbs and massaging her breasts with his fingers. Sliding his hands out he unsnapped the front and slid it off her shoulders. Smiling, he removed each of her hands from the death grip they had on the edge of the desk so he could dispose of the garment with the others. LaCroix drew Kate's hands behind her back, holding them there in a viselike grip. "Still resisting Kate? Well, you won't for much longer, you see my dear, I always win," he informed her in an amused voice. Kate turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly. She knew he would win, but she intended to make him work for it. LaCroix used his free hand to grip her hair forcing her head back to meet his hungry mouth. She went limp in his grasp, no longer resisting, but still not responding. LaCroix was pleased at this turn. "Trying a new tactic Kate? Brave but futile," he whispered in her ear. Releasing the grip on her hair, LaCroix moved his hand back down to her mound. He slowly and expertly began to move his fingers over it, hearing the low whimper once more. He pounced on the crack in her armor, moving his fingers deep into her. It wouldn't be long now before he had his victory. LaCroix methodically thrust two fingers in and out of her bringing her to the edge before stopping. He then changed the rhythm, moving his fingers slowly inside her, exploring her at a leisurely pace, while his thumb moved over her clit. He was distracted by the scent of blood - her blood. Looking up he realized she had bitten through her lip in an attempt to keep from crying out. LaCroix released his hold on her wrists, running one long finger through the blood that trickled down her chin. Lifting the finger to his mouth, LaCroix licked away the blood, relishing each drop. He then moved his head down to lick at the wound, lapping up the flowing blood that welled from it. At the same time his fingers continued to move inside her. That was what finally broke her. "No more, you win, do your worst, just finish it now," Kate said in gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders. Nodding, he kissed her wounded lip, this time she responded hungrily. He could taste the fear in her, wondering what price he would exact for her loss. He lifted her to her feet, clasping his hands around her firm bottom as he kissed her once more. LaCroix, enjoying his little game, decided to drag it out just a little longer, then he would take her. He pulled away from her. "I told you what would happen when you failed did I not?" he asked, looking at her sternly. "Yes, just get it over with. If you're going to kill me just make it quick." Her eyes were still defiant. LaCroix laughed, she was priceless. "I have no intention of killing you just yet, it would be a waste of a great deal of effort on my part don't you think?" Kate looked at him uncertainly. This wasn't what she had expected. 'To many Dracula movies, Kate?' she asked herself mockingly. "I told you earlier your belt would prove convenient did I not? Pick it up and give it to me," he commanded, wondering if she would obey. For a moment, LaCroix thought she would refuse, which would be unfortunate for her. But she did obey, picking up the belt at her feet and handing it to LaCroix. He pulled her to him gripping her waist, slowly running the edge of the leather against her bottom. He felt her steel herself for the expected blow. LaCroix, tiring of the game, decided she had suffered enough and pulled her into a hard embrace dropping the belt at his feet. Impatient now to have her, LaCroix flew them to his bedroom, laying her, as he had imagined, on his bed. Quickly shedding his clothes, he joined her. This time, Kate was the aggressor pulling him down to her forcefully, their bodies quickly becoming entangled in a dance of passion. LaCroix's hands stroked Kate's body, bringing it to a fever pitch as she writhed beneath them. His teeth nipped at her nipples, bringing them to hard nubs under his single minded attention. She cried out when his fingers once again found her hot, wet center, plunging in and out as her hips moved in counterpoint. "Lucien, " she said breathlessly, "pleeeease…….!" He was only to happy to oblige, raising himself above her invitingly separated legs before thrusting into her. Kate screamed as he pummeled her body with each thrust, her legs wrapping around him and her fingers raking his back. LaCroix sank his fangs into her tender throat, drinking deep, allowing himself to drown in her emotions, her memories. The sensation of her blood being pulled from her, combined with the melding of their two minds in that moment, pushed her over the edge. Tasting Kate's orgasm through her blood took LaCroix with her. They both spun down in a whirlpool of heat and passion. She murmured as he withdrew from her, she was fast falling into the nothingness that lay between the mortal and immortal world. LaCroix had not originally intended on this course, but some things were meant to be. He ripped his wrist open with his fangs and placed it at Kate's mouth. "Drink, child. Drink deeply of my life. I give you the only gift I can." LaCroix's blood dripped down Kate's throat, finally she swallowed and began to drink hungrily. Finally LaCroix pulled away. "Enough for now, daughter, now comes sleep. When you awake I will be with you, as I always shall be." LaCroix pulled the cover over both of them, gathering his newest fledgling in his arms, joining her in sleep. 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