Issy rushed back to her room with her mother quick on her heels.
"I can dress myself you may recall," she said as she took the corners quickly in an effort to shake the female loose.
"Nonsense my child, you forget that it was my selection you wore when you caught the Doeshar's eye. Left up to you, all you will choose is something in a washed out colour that blends in with the wall paper." A'Shanna replied as she kept pase with her, "you will undo all my hard work with your love of dead tones."
Issy huffed but didn't respond. She knew her mother would not be swayed. Issy also knew that it didn't matter what colour she wore, the male had seen the true colour of her birthday suit and he had liked it very much. Liked it enough to kiss, lick and suck as much of her skin as he could. She couldn't very well tell her mother that simple truth so she kept quiet, letting A'Shanna think she had won.
It was now half pass eight and Issy need to start getting ready if she was going to meet the male for midnight meal on time. The drive into the City would take at least an hour, even at this time when most humans were making their way out of the city.
The moment she entered her room Issy grabbed her cellphone and texted her assistant Jullien to come to her room to help her get ready, then she put the device to charge and made a beeline for the bathroom. Her mother had long disappeared into her walk in to choose an outfit. Issy hoped she happened across her vibrator as a lesson to stay out the next time.
The shower was a quick one with hot water and lightly scented liquid soap. She didn't want anything that would conflict with her natural scent. Unforturnately she had no choice but to wash her hair if Jullien was going to style it. She had no time for a deep condition and settled on washing the conditioner out with cold water. Thirty minutes later Issy was out with a towel around her head and a matching strapless bra and thong set. Nothing was going to happen of course but it never hurt to have on nice underwear. Jullien was already there setting out tools. She was a master at taming Issy's or A'Shanna's wild mane and it was always a treat to observe.
Her mother had also choosen an outfit. It was another red number, this time a true red bodycom style dress with an asymmetrical shoulder line and it would come just above the knee for Issy because of her height, her curves would be on full display. Shoes, jewelry and a matching small clutch were also to the side. It was a ... bright outfit all together. Issy sat before Jullien who got started on blowing out her hair.
An hour and a half later, her hair was done and it looked great. The mane had been tamed into a simple up-do with a long pony tail. Jullien had used clip-in hair extensions to add more length and a more sleek finish. Next was the dress which proved to be a pretty painless affair, it slipped on and hugged her curves nicely. Issy had no time to fight her mother on her outfit choice and then pick a new one, this would have to do she supposed. Once dressed it was back in the chair for Jullien to do her makeup. Nothing too dramatic, just a quick beat to lock away shine and frame her eyes and a nude lip.
Issy grabbed her phone and slipped it into her clutch before turning to thank Jullien, who was packing her tools up. Her room looked a mess but this had been a bit of a rush job. She headed out the main entrance of the palace where she was told by an attendant that a car was waiting for her. When Issy reached the car, she realised it was the same luxury vehicle that she had ridden in from the club all those months ago.
Looking back, Issy was shocked at how easily she had dismissed what was obvious clues at the male's true status. She released a dry laugh at her own lack of obversation. She reasoned that one overlooked many obvious things when one was horny.
Highguard Rulal would have had her hide for that.
The ride into the City was a quiet one with the driver not uttering a word after greeting her. Issy buried herself in her phone to keep her nerves calm. This Massillon was far more dangerous than she had ever anticipated. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that he had tricked her, used her ignorance of his true identity to gain leverage over her. The question now was what did he want in return for his continued pretense in front of her family.
Heavy thoughts still swirled around Issy head when the vehicle came to a stop in front of the same hotel Massillon had taken her to six months ago. The irony was piped on thick and Issy released a dark chuckle as she stepped out the car. This time the driver escorted her through the main entrance and lobby. Issy could feel the eyes of many, mostly human from what her nose picked up, on her. She knew the reason, her race dictated that she was too poor to be in such a nice exclusive hotel so she must be a celebrity to have gotten in. She never understood the humans and their obsession with skin colour. A dog wasn't considered better than another simply because its fur was a particular colour. Humans were so confusing with their hook ups on race and colour, attributing an inference of class and wealth based solely on it. To vampires, blood was parmount and breeding was the only true measure of class and wealth. After that was character, the rest was fluff.
The ride up to the penthouse was unpleasant as per the usual case with every elevator in existence. This one took her to a different part of the penthouse, here there was more of hotel feel to the room. The design style was chosen to display wealth and the status of the owner. When she stepped out into the large room the driver remained in the elevator. The was a figure on the balcony overlooking the skyline. Issy cursed the way her heart rate increased and her stomach did a little jump on recognition of the figure. Massillon was a gorgeous male and he looked amazing in a suit. Today's suit was a black... no dark grey Issy realised as he got closer, with a white shirt inside and a pretty tie with pops of blue, greys and white. He looked delicious as he got even closer Issy could tell he also smelled delicious too. His jaw was clean shaven and not a hair on his head was out of place. Issy stared until he was about 6 feet away and then fell into a small curtsy.
"Good night, your grace."
Massillon heard the signature ding of the elevator and immediately turned around from the view to see Lady Isalinah step into the formal living room. She looked absolutely beautiful in red again. This time the dress looked as though it was painted over her curves. His body moved towards her of its own accord before Massillon's mind even sent the order. He was about to speak when the female fell into a formal greeting Massillon did not expect. After all they were lovers before and such pageantry was unnecessary here in private, however Massillon decided to play along to see what the female was up to.
"Good night, my Lady," he stated. It got the response he wanted as her head shot up at the possessive title. Her father had sent the signed Contract ahead of her and so Massillon was well within his rights. Her reaction brought a smirk to Massillon's face as he felt his had unsteadied her, taking back what control that red dress had initially stolen.
"Welcome again to my residence here in the City. My staff has prepared us a masterpiece if my nose is to be believed. Let us go fease, my Lady." Massillon extended his hand for her to taken just as he had done many times that night six months ago. This time she stared at the thing and then at his face and then at his hand again. Massillon was determined that she take it and kept it extended despite the staring. She finally huffed softly and then took it. Her silk soft hand was as he remembered, warm and dainty. She had added nail extensions but they were a reasonable length and were not pointed like claws, he hated to see those talons on females' hands.
He laid the female through the living room and onto the large balcony were a small table had been set up for two.
"Tis a beautiful night, I thought we could eat under the stars," he explained as he laid her to her chair and helped her get seated, finally releasing her hand in order to take his own seat.
He took his phone which he had left on the table and buzzed his attendant for the evening. Azakin headed the household and Massillon trusted exclusively in his discretion and insisted he serve them despite the job being below his rank. Anakin appeared with a cart of wines to select from.
"I did not know which you would prefer so...," he trailed off and on cue Anakin gave the female a quick run down of the wine options available. She settled on a sweet red produced by a family under his House with a vineyard 10 km from his home outside Milan. He liked that one and opted to share the bottle with her. After taking quite a deep drag of the wine and checking that Anakin had left the balcony she turned to him with a hard stare.
"I don't play games like these. I love fencing and chess but I do not play games like this one. So please tell me what it is that you want from me." Her voice was soft but firm and the words rolled off her tongue with the British accent of his father mixed with the sing song tone of her mother's accent. It made for a seductive mix that awaken arousal in Massillon.
"I simply wish to get to know you ... better my Lady. I mean to play no games here," Massillon stated, "maybe a few inside the bedroom involving you, a silk scarf and a blindfold, but no other games." He finished with a sexual joke and a deep chuckle to ease the tension between them. He couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face as he imagined what she would look like tied to his bed, at his sexual mercy. The images his mind conjuring only seemed to feed his arousal which he was sure she could scent but now. Massillon saw no sense in hiding his want for her from her. He wouldn't act on it just yet, he was determined to enjoy a meal with the female first, after he would indulge.
"Then why did you lie to me in the club about who you were." She queried, her voice laced with accusation.
"I did not lie Isalinah" he replied firmly. There was ice to his voice and he saw her visibly tense up.
"I told you my name and I took you to my home. You are the one who hid... Issy," he said added a fair bit of emphasis at the end and earning a well deserved cringe from the female.
"Just tell me one thing, did you know who I was when we first met?" Issy asked, visibly cringing at the emotion the question held.
Massillon took a long drink from his own glass as he considered how much to reveal.
"I knew you were a female that I wanted, that I still want." He finally replied deciding on the half truth in place of a full lie. For some reason he didn't like the idea of outright deceiving the female. When he realised she was about to add more, he decided to end the treacherous line of conversation.
"But let us put that aside for now, and enjoy the night," Massillon stated as the first course was brought out. It was a salad of some such with radish and sun dried tomatoes. It tasted lovely and refreshing and he could see that Isalinah was enjoying every bite as she had hummed out her pleasure at the taste. The sound had taken Massillon by surprise, as it reverberated throughout his entire body and hardened his cock. By desert, the female had reduced Massillon to a horny mess with his cock straining in his trousers for release. It occurred to Massillon that perhaps the female was doing it on purpose, edging on his senses, knowing full well what that noises were doing to him. Anakin brought out a single large slice of chocolate cake that looked worth its weight in calories. It was decadent and rich and Massillon wanted to eat it off Isalinah's bare skin.
"Come here, female."